Page 94 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
“Come here.” Raymond’s voice was low and stern. This was his domain. Hewas in control.
Still keeping to the rules of our relationship, I turned around and found him with my nightgown in his hand. It was one Jackie insisted I bring on the trip. I walked over to him and held my hand out, expecting him to give me the garment, but he didn’t. Instead, Raymond undressed me. Slowly, methodically, he pulled the t-shirt, sweats, bra, and panties away from my body.
My skin prickled, anticipating him to do so much more than undress me. My pussy tightened with excitement for something that wouldn’t come. Because Raymond didn’t kiss me, play with my pussy, or fuck me. Hell, he didn’t even look at me, not in the way a naked woman would expect to be looked at by the man who claimed to want her.
He slipped the nightgown over my head, covering my body, and stepped away. Then, just as he had before, Raymond phased out of view and returned in black pajama pants that matched my gown. Silently, he pulled back the sheets on the bed, a dark red color, and called me over to join him by patting the mattress.
When I got into bed, he pulled the covers over my body as he slipped in close. His arm draped across my waist before he pulled me in close to his body. The moment my back pressed against his stomach and his warmth spread across me, I couldn’t protest sleep anymore.
24
Demons Kinda Stink.
Iwoke up to the smell of fresh bread. Actually, my stomach growling woke me before the pleasantly nutty smell registered in my mind. I rolled over, reaching out for Raymond, but he wasn’t there. Draped across his side of the bed was my robe, and I took that as an invitation to join him for breakfast.
With my robe wrapped around my waist, I headed back out of the bedroom to the front area, where I found Raymond sitting on the sofa. On the stone table was a platter of food, mostly pastries, but there were also some strange-looking fruits, colorful pieces with spots and fir. I only assumed they were fruit because of the seeds I saw in the pre-sliced bites.
Next to the platter was a separate tray with a large pot of coffee and one mug. I inhaled the scent and smiled. It smelled just like the kind I had on Earth, only with a hint of spice.
“This is a lot of food.” I sat across from him and picked up a simple piece of bread. It was the safest looking thing on the platter. “Is it all safe for me to eat?”
“Yes, all of this is human approved. Eat up. You’ll need plenty of fuel for the trip.” He looked at me. “How do you feel?”
“Rested.” I nodded. “Metice was right about the rest and the food. I’m starving.”
“He has an annoying way of being right about things,” Raymond muttered.
“One day, you’re going to explain to me what’s the beef between you two.” I bit the bread and smiled at the fresh flavor. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. Ready to get this over with and get you back to your world where you belong. You shouldn’t be here.”
“Right.” I shouldn’t have, but I took that comment personally. It felt like he was saying I didn’t belong withhim, and I didn’t like that at all.
Girl, stop! One minute, you’re blurting out to anyone who asks that you aren’t with the man. Now, you’re sitting here upset because he doesn’t want you on his planet! Damn.
Instead of questioning him about what the comment meant, I focused on the platter of food in front of me.
“Did you make this?” I pointed at the little pastry with peach-colored crème on top. It called to me, but I was still hesitant.
“No.” he laughed. “I purchased it.”
“Hmm.” My fingers hovered over the piece for a moment longer before I picked it up.
“You think I can’t afford it?” He sounded offended.
“I didn’t say that.” I bit into it and sighed as the flavor, more like lychee than peach, filled my mouth. “Actually, how does that work here? Do you have money like on Earth? What’s the currency?”
“Yes, we have a currency we use.” He sipped from the mug next to him. “But people also barter. Actually, most people prefer bartering. Typically, money, as you would call it, is only used in the major cities.”
“Interesting. And you still have money here?” I asked.
“Yes. It would seem after all this time, no one has taken mine.” He reached over to pour me a cup of coffee, which I picked up immediately.
“Is it like a bank account?” I sipped the coffee and frowned. It smelled like what I was used to, but the taste was far more acidic.
“No.” He shook his head. “Not an account.”
“Well, how do you keep it safe?” I frowned. “What’s stopping someone from stealing it? I doubt demons are any more honest than humans.”
