Page 44 of Rebel Spell
Since I couldn’t lie around in bed all day, and Diego would likely sleep for a while, I slipped out from under his arm. After I put on the blue dress, I tiptoed the walk of shame through the house to return to my aunt’s apartment. No, my apartment. I had to start calling it that.
Why did I feel any shame? We were consenting adults. Still, I wasn’t ready for Sebastian and Lucas to see me slipping out of Diego’s room, knowing that I’d slept there, if they’d even made it home at all last night. I was supposed to pretend to be Diego’s girlfriend, not actually have sex with him.
Today was November 1st. My rent was due on the first of the month. Ah, did that mean the guys would be paying me rent today? The idea of Diego slipping me a check after he slipped me something else last night made me squirm.
Oh well, what could I do? Wait, I should be thinking about what I had to do on my epic lists. Time to hit the trusty ol’ planner so I could check things off with a sense of accomplishment—and maybe a shiny new sticker or two.
When I opened my planner, I read today’s list, which included switching over bills to my name. Let the fun begin.
After I took a quick shower, washing myself with favorite rose water-scented body wash and shampoo, I pulled on a pair of black leggings and an oversized light blue shirt. When I checked my phone, I read a text from Gianna to let me know she’d gotten home fine. Nothing out of the ordinary happened at the club. It was a wild night with many celebrating Halloween in costume, but no trouble.
I sighed. That was a relief.
Who was the witch killed yesterday? I bit my lip. It was unlikely that I knew her since I knew few people in town. I called Colleen at the store, but it went right to voice mail. The store was closed today.
After a quick search online to try to find out anything about what happened with the murder, I found nothing. Before I fell too deep down a rabbit hole of unexplained murders thought to be related to the supernatural, I put my phone down and got to work. Today was paperwork day. I needed to go through what I could before the real estate agent came tomorrow.
A twinge of discomfort twisted inside me. The idea of selling this house and returning to New York didn’t have the same appeal as it had when I’d first arrived. The longer I stayed in the house, and the more comfortable I became with practicing magic to clean and protect it, the greater my connection.
Also, there were the guys—especially Diego.
Stop it,I reprimanded myself.You can’t change your life because of one night of hot sex with a vampire. Come on, you’re not that naïve.
Right. I’d seen too many relationships fail to think that sex meant anything beyond several amazing orgasms.
But after lunch, Diego came over and helped me clean out some garbage from the basement.
After we were covered in dust, he flashed a devilish grin. “You know what this means?”
“What?”
“We should shower together.”
I laughed. “Oh, is that right?”
“Yes. Saves on the water bill.” He led me upstairs. We shed our clothing on the way to the bathroom in my unit, leaving a trail from the bedroom.
I ran my hands down his naked chest. “Thanks for looking out for me.”
“I like looking at you, too.” He trailed his fingers from my throat to breasts.
Once we were in the shower together, we kissed and caressed each other. Since he was a head taller than me, I arched onto my tiptoes and then placed one foot on the edge of the tub. He adjusted his stance, but with our height difference and the confined space, body parts did not align well. After more slippery, awkward attempts, Diego pulled back. “Shower sex is overrated.”
“Agreed.” I put my foot down.
Bedroom sex was not.
Once we were horizontal, and I had the comfort of soft bedding rather than hard cold tile pressed against me, our height difference no longer mattered.
Diego
I woke early in the afternoon. The sound of an unfamiliar female voice coming from downstairs captured my attention. Nova was talking to a woman.
When I’d come home from work before dawn, I thought about going to Nova’s bedroom. We’d spent a great day together. Not only was the sex phenomenal, but we cuddled in bed and had watched Monty Python sketches for an hour until I had to go in to the lab. She was likely sound asleep, and I hadn’t wanted to startle her yet again, so I’d gone to bed alone.
After I dressed, I stepped outside my bedroom and overheard the conversation. They were discussing the house and its condition.
Was this a real estate agent? It sounded like one. Why didn’t Nova tell me one was coming? I descended the stairs. The woman had her graying hair pulled back into a little clip. She noted things on a clipboard.
