Page 178 of Mayhem and Minnie

She turns to me and places her finger against my lips. Then she shakes her head.

I should probably pay attention to the road. But that’s very hard to do when my dick is still crying for her attention, my heart is hammering in my chest, and my eyes don’t even want to blink because that might mean a second of not seeing her.

“Don’t tell me again how you wanted to kill me. You’ll ruin the mood,” she murmurs softly.

“But it would have been a special death,” I protest.

“You and your special death.” She sighs and leans back in her seat. “See, now you’ve ruined the mood.”

Unfortunately, my mood is anything but ruined…

“Minnie! I would have cherished your dead body!” I say, though retrospectively, that didn’t come out right.

She gives me a stern look.

“I’d rather you cherish me alive,” she adds drily.

“I think that can be arranged.”

Her brows go up as she looks at me in surprise.

Then she smiles.

“I’ll buy you four dozen cookies,” I say, needing to keep that smile on her face.

She clasps her hands together in a sign of happiness. Her smile widens, too, and the entire car becomes bathed in the pure light she emanates. And the only thing I can do is bask in it.

Of course, by the end of the day, I’m once more too enthralled by her to interrogate her on her origins or ask her about Sarah’s behavior when she saw her.

And that’s how I realize it.

I’m bewitched all right. But it’s of my own making.

That doesn’t mean I’m not still curious to know what she is. But that can wait until I get some distance from her so I can think straight again.

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If you’re thinking I’ve become an idiot ever since I met Minnie, you would be correct.

The more I should be suspicious of her and question her about her background, the more I end up foolishly acceding to all her wishes. Which is also how I currently find myself watching an episode of Supernatural with her while she’s munching away on chocolate cookies.

She’s already eaten two dozen of them!

But this is the least I can do after our failed shopping trip at the most illustrious jewelry shops.

When I’d said I’d get her a ring, I didn’t realize she would be so hard to please. So far, she’s been very accommodating and she’s never once complained about the things I bought her.

But as soon as marriage rings came into question, she became impossible to please.

I first took her to Cartier. She found nothing to her liking. Then, we went to Tiffany’s. Once more, nothing impressed her. We went to a string of other luxury shops with no success.

“I want something unique,” she said as we came back home empty-handed. “Something of your making, not of anyone else’s.”

Great. Now she wants me to become a master jeweler as well. For fuck’s sake, it’s like she enjoys torturing me with blue balls. By the time I learn to make a goddamn ring, I’ll likely die a goddamn virgin.

But do you think I told her no?

Of course not.

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