Page 48 of Oh No! There's an Incubus in my Hot Spring
I bite down on my smirk. “I could make you feel something else—”
My phone buzzes, having the most convenient timing on planet Earth. I tap the power button to silence it, then slide my other hand over his abs.
His eyes go half-lidded. “What do you have in mind?”
“I have yet to make you come,” I say, rubbing my palm over his cock. He stiffens quickly, his girth flexing against my hand.
He cups the back of my neck and pulls me closer. “You want to make me orgasm?”
My phone vibrates again, and there’s only one person who would call me twice in a row.
I sigh. “It’s my mom.”
Apollo puts his forehead against mine. “You can face her.”
I take a fortifying breath and hold the phone to my ear. “Hi, Mom, how are you?”
“Honey, I just heard about your town, your hot spring. Someonediedthere! Did you know?” she asks in a flurry.
“Yes, I knew,” I say.
“But it’s suspicious, isn’t it?”
“How did you hear?” I ask.
“Well, someone sent an article to my FacePost.”
“Who sent the article?”
“I don’t know. If they have my profile, they know me,” she says, highlighting her acute understanding of the internet.
“Mom, that’s not true. Someone could’ve looked up my information and found you through it and is trying to manipulate you.”
“Who would want to manipulateme?”
It occurs to me that if I tell her they only want to get to her to get to me, it’ll hurt her ego, and she’ll be less likely to divulge the details. So I withhold the comment.
“Mom, tons of people want to manipulate others all the time for money, or online passcodes. You have to be careful about what you tell people on the phone, or over email and social media. And especially what links you click on. What’s the profile name?”
“That doesn’t matter right now! What about this dead man?” she shrieks like a banshee.
I suck in a breath. “He had a heart attack in the springs. It was too hot for him and he was too old,” I say, looking up at Apollo. His eyes are solemn, withdrawn. I thumb across his cheek and he holds my hand to his face.
“There are articles about it being haunted! I would feel much better if I could come down with some sage and crystals to do a cleansing ritual for you.”
Here she comes with her woo-woo shit.
Apollo’s eyes grow wide and he shakes his head.
I scowl. Is it not woo-woo?
“I’m fine. I haven’t encountered any spirits. Honestly, it’s nice here. Quiet and calm and there’s a lot of work to do. I laid hardwood floor yesterday with my own two hands!” I say with a smile.
“Hija, that’s wonderful, but aren’t you going to get calluses?”
“That’s what manicures are for. I’m fine, Mom, really. No need to bring your sage and crystals and have a seance.”
“Ay dios mio! Not a seance!”
