Page 42 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
He saunters toward me, shirtless and glowing like the god for which he’s named. I can’t help but admire him. He cups my cheek, then kisses the other.
“You enjoy it, and you can’t lie,” he whispers before pulling back.
I offer him the bad coffee. “Choke on it.”
He laughs and accepts the drink.
“Oh, it’s hot,” he says, scowling at the plastic lid.
“Sure is. Coffee. Never had it?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “It’s pleasantly powerful.”
At least it has that going for it.
I slap my hand against my leg after taking a sip. “All right, we have a few hours before the moving truck gets here, so let’s hop to. We need to put the old furniture outside, then finish the flooring in the apartment and office.”
He tilts his cup back and sucks down the contents, then growls, “Victory will be ours.”
I laugh so hard I snort. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in my life.
I set the bags of snacks down on the counter and we get to work flooring the office with the secret hidden door to the control room. I honestly wish it was attached to my bedroom so no one else could accidentally wander into it, but Apollo assures me that’s not possible. He’s currently the only one who can open the room, and he does, at my behest.
“I want to fix the electrical,” I say.
“Are you well versed in how the electrical works in this building?” he asks.
“Not this building in particular, but with your help in designing, I’m sure we could make it work.”
He grimaces. “Do we have the materials?”
“I brought home some electrical tape that we can summon to use as covering, and raw copper wire. We can do this, right?”
“We can try, but I’m going to need some energy,” he says lowering his head to look at me through his lashes. His fang pokes into his lower lip, and my blood heats.
“Do what you must,” I say, opening my arms.
He rushes me, pushing me against the wall. He closes the door, reaching out to the magic in it until it comes coiling back into his arm. The wall seals us in and the only light is the thrumming of the purple geode to my fluttering heart.
He bites, sucks, and licks me to completion.
Twice.
When I can finally stand on my own again and get all my clothes back on, we approach the geode. Apollo makes the changes necessary to integrate the wiring we design, including two new outlets on floors two and three for the routers I’ve purchased. They’re just open wires right now, but I’m sure there’s a ViewTube video out there that will show me how to cap them for a coax outlet.
The puttering of a truck and crunching gravel alerts us to an approaching vehicle. Apollo disappears in a poof of teal mist, and in his place is a white-haired human man with light skin, freckles, and blue eyes. He pulls on the hem of his black turtleneck and I glare at him.
“You didn’t seriously emulate my enemy,” I say.
“I happen to think turtlenecks are strapping,” he says.
He’s just as beautiful as a human as he is as a demon, despite missing the wings, horns, tail, and glowing skin. I want to kiss him, but I shove his shoulder instead.
We go to the front door together and the “college hunks” I hired to move my junk look more like middle-aged couch potatoes. Whatever, I paid them already. The side of their truck has the Silver Mountain logo on it right below the moving company logo. Dude is fuckingeverywhere.
I direct them where to put the bed, table, and bookshelf in the apartment, then have them put the filing cabinets, desk, and work chair in the office. The men glance around at the space as they move things, seeming spooked.
When all my stuff is unloaded, and the old furniture is on the truck, I approach the lead “hunk” with two twenties. “Thanks so much for everything.”
