Page 20 of SummerTime Madness
“Cordyceps,” she breathes as she steps closer, crouching beside the small raised garden bed where orange twisting stalks push up from the blackened soil. The entire bed has been created with the soil that I personally designed by slowlyfeeding it neurotransmitters, amino acids, and synthetic pheromones.
The idea is to create the ideal pathway of communication between the cordyceps and the host. This was my great pitch to Professor Daniel and the Luxor Labs. Golden sap begins to leak from the tip, and she notices.
“Is this normal?”
I exhale some marijuana smoke before walking towards her and passing her the joint.
“I don’t know. This is the first time I've seen this.”
I place the petri dish beneath the sap, feeling the weight of Cordelia’s gaze on me. I bet she’s wet. Nothing gets her off more than her creations—and this one’s special.
Cordyceps have been her lifelong fascination. It’s thanks to her that I discovered how to create this kind of Quorum sensing.
“Do you know if the results are favorable?” she asks, looking over at me as I close the glass container holding the liquid gold.
I shrug.
“Too soon to tell. I would need to test it. Maybe we can feed some of this specimen to your ants and go from there.”
The smile on her face tells me she approves when I hear a scoff, and I can picture the eyeroll clear as day.
“Just my luck falling for the biggest nerds to walk the earth.”
We both turn at the same time, to find Chase looking at us with hurt in his brown eyes.
“Sorry, I like having brains and beauty.”
She looks back at the brightly colored stalk, and then saunters over to Chase and hands him the joint.
I stand, rolling my neck and dipping my chin slightly, signaling to Chase what I'm thinking. The smirk on his face screams ‘game on.’.
Creeping up on Cordelia from behind, cupping her plump ass that barely fits in my palm. She tenses, not expecting me to touch her without asking– not something I usually do but I was done playing by her rules.
Now it’s time for me to win.
For us.
Fuck us to win.
“Do you want to play a game Cordelia?” I ask while hiking up her long dress.
“Yes,” she breathes, gasping as the cold air kisses her skin.
Chase closes in on her from the front. His hand pushing down the strapless top of her dress, freeing those glorious tits.
“Truth or fuck?”
She gulps.
I slap her ass, the contact stinging the palm of hand.
“Truth or fuck?”
She takes too long to reply, and Chase tugs her erect nipple before twisting it in the pad of his fingers.
“Okay truth,” she finally manages out.
“Okay, why are you sleeping with the professor? Is it not for the position you can get simply by asking your daddy? What do you want?”
