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“Awe,” I cooed.“Our first date.How romantic.”
His lips twitched again, but he didn’t say anything as he headed towards the front door, and then back home, officially ruining my entire Saturday.
Chapter 8
Myer~
My heart was beating rapidly inside my chest, but not because there was a very possible chance that we were about to get brainwashed in a few moments.No, my heart was slamming against my ribs because this really did feel like a date, despite how Calista had been joking earlier.When five o’clock had rolled around, I’d gone to knock on her door, and even though she’d kept it casual, she’d made an effort, and she really was so fucking perfect.In fact, it’d taken everything in me not to hold her hand during the walk across the street.
“If I see one pentagram, I’m outta here,” she muttered under her breath.
“And I’ll be right behind you,” I assured her.
When the front door to Louise’s house finally opened, she stood on the other side, smiling like I had just presented her with the papacy.“Oh, my gracious,” she rushed out.“I can’t believe what I am seeing.You’ve managed to get Callie to come to one of our meetings.”
“We’ve been over this before, Louise,” Calista said.“It’s Calista, not Callie.”
“Callie is better suited for your open channels,” Louise said, and I almost grabbed Calista’s hand right then and there to drag her back to the safety of her home.“Callie is the person that God is always talking to me about.”
“Well, until I hear it from God directly, I prefer Calista.”
Feeling like I needed to nip this in the bud quickly, I said, “Thank you for having us, Louise.”
“Oh, yes, yes,” she gushed.“Please, please come in.”
Unable to help myself, I placed my hand on the small of Calista’s back, making it clear that we were here together, even if it did give off a little more personal vibe.Nevertheless, I wanted Louise to understand that I was on Calista’s side, no matter what.
“We are all gathered in the sunroom,” she said like she was a reality housewife, and though her home gave off the impression that Louise was a minimalist, it was still obvious that she was a very expensive minimalist.I mean, her house resembled the rest on the block, but none of the rest of us had goddamn sunrooms, so that’d been customed designed.
When we walked into what Louise called the sunroom, there were already four other people present, and the first thing that I noticed was how all the women looked similar in coloring.Yeah, the facial features were different on each woman, but they all seemed to be the same age, were some shade of blonde, and all had blue eyes.They were also all curvy like Louise, and if there was even one pair of real tits on any of them, I’d be surprised.
Still, that wasn’t all.The three women were also joined by one man, and I was pretty sure that this was more of a sister/wives situation than a religious cult.While most of the furniture in the room matched, there was a single chair that stood out from the rest of the décor, and he was sitting in it.
“Everyone, these are my neighbors, Calista and Myer,” Louise announced, introducing us.“They’re very interested in what we do here, and I think this is a sign that God really is herding his lost sheep.”
Like a tool, I just waved at the group, Calista mimicking the move, only the two of us feeling the awkwardness of it all.Everyone else seemed thrilled to be meeting us, but I had a feeling that Calista was their target, not me.
