Page 67 of The Incubus's Angel
Maisie gets up and repositions herself so she’s straddling me on the chair. “I’m going to make you so fucking happy for picking me. I’m going to love the crap out of you for the rest of my life. But first, I’m going to sink down on your cock right here, impale myself on that weapon of mass seduction, and worship you with my body, my heart, and my soul.”
Gripping her ass, I smile up at her. “I think I just got to the happily ever after part in my own life story.”
Epilogue
Eleanor
Wrestling my breasts into my super supportive yet torturous bra, I adjust the underwire then surrender to the fact that I’m going to be immensely uncomfortable for the rest of the day. The same way I am every other day I dress for the corporate world.
It’s not my fault my breasts are this size, nor do I feel like it’s my responsibility to camouflage them in such a way that’d keep them from accidentally distracting my male coworkers.
But I’ve given up on trying to argue this point with anyone who might be willing to listen.
When my breasts are adequately contained, I reach for a plain white boxy blouse, another tool in my arsenal of clothing to hide my ample curves. I pair it with wide-legged trousers and force my feet into heels in an attempt to give myself a little bit of height.
It’s hard enough being a female lawyer in a very masculine field, I don’t need to find more reasons for them to look down on me. If only my brains were enough to prove myself.
I stare at my heels in the mirror and wonder if I should pack some flats for the boat later. From what I’ve read, one shouldn’t really wear heels on boats. Besides, Ren told me that there’s lotsof walking on Starry Hill, so it’s better to be prepared. I’ll chuck in some sneakers just in case. Even if they don’t really match the rest of my outfit.
I’m excited for my first visit to Starry Hill this afternoon. I don’t know much about the small island, except that it’s something of a safe haven for all kinds of creatures and that it’s quaint with a tight-knit community.
A friend of mine connected me with Ren who’s helping his girlfriend set up her business and wants to ensure that everything is done properly so her cakery can run smoothly. The whole gesture just seemed so sweet that my romance-loving heart couldn’t resist to offer my services—pro bono, of course.
I’ve been feeling all kinds of stuck lately, so having the opportunity to get out of the city for the day to possibly clear my head, plus help someone else, it just seemed like a no-brainer for me.
I fold the notepaper with the name and number of the contact person I’m supposed to meet at the dock, and tuck it into my latest novel before shoving them in my giant handbag along with my sneakers.
Peering at my reflection in the mirror, I flatten the baby hairs that have escaped from my slicked-back bun and curse the humid weather. Curly hair is cute, but I want—need—to look professional.
I dump my bag on the floor again and reach for my straightener, forcing the errant red curls into submission. Then, I give my lips another coat of my favorite mulberry lipstick.
Usually, I’m not this frazzled, but I have these unexplained fluttery nerves in my stomach today.
All set to go and hair perfectly tamed, I haul my bag over my shoulder and head out the door. I eye the stairs, debating if I should brave the four flights or wait for the elevator. Ultimately, my shoes and the desire not to get sweaty decide that the elevator is the way to go.
When the doors ding open, I smile at the familiar woman already inside. “Morning, Audrey.”
My upstairs neighbor gives me an exaggerated and appreciative once-over. “Hi, Eleanor. Looking snazzy today.”
I step into the cab and gesture at her cool monochromatic outfit. “So do you. It’s very chic.”
Audrey's smile turns sly. “Just on the outside. If they only knew what a rebel I was under this office attire.” She reaches inside the collar of her black blouse and lifts the strap of her bra that matches her scarlet lips.
A bleak sigh puffs out from between my lips. “I wish I could wear sexy bras like that. I’m stuck with all the ugly matronly ones to contain my breasts.”
Audrey looks at my chest and nods appreciatively. “But they’re pretty magnificent tits. Maybe you should just let them hang free.”
I laugh. “Oh, on weekends I do.”
“Knew there was a rebel in you too,” Audrey says, elbowing me in the side as we exit on the ground floor.
“Busy day ahead?” I ask, looking for my sunglasses in the messy interior of my bag.
Audrey puts on a dramatic flair, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead. “Same old, same old for me. Fighting the patriarchy one tax season at a time. You?”
I chuckle at her antics, and say, “Early meeting at the office then I’m off to Starry Hill for the afternoon.”
Audrey pauses, her eyes brightening. “No way. My cousin lives in Starry Hill. Got married to an orc not too long ago.”
