Maybe I should just take that cold shower?
The shower helps. Hell, I’m starting to think just being two rooms away from her helps. I might’ve lost my mind back there because after dousing myself with enough cold water to rein in my hard second cock, everything I was thinking in the bedroom sounds like pure fantasy.
What is going on with me? I’m not a daydreamer. Especially when it comes to women. But this place, I don’t know. All family friendly and shit. It’s fucking with me.
And when I put the t-shirt on it’s clearly too small and I’m starting to think she didn’t buy this stuff for me.
Which begs the question… who was she shopping for? Does she have some dude stowed away in another hotel room, just waiting for her to… to what? Get me drunk and kidnap me?
I actually laugh out loud at that.
As if.
I chuckle again.
As if anyone could pull one over on me like that.
OK, but seriously. Something weird is happening. Both with her and her scheming, and between us. I know for a fact my DNA signature scramble is still working. I have more than two months left before I’m due for a booster.
But… is it possible that whole DNA signature scramble is just a hoax? Just a way for the lab to get me in every year and charge my account fifty thousand credits?
How would I even know it’s working? It’s not like I actually ran into a lot of Cygnian princesses outside Crux’s harem room. And OK. So what if none of those girls did it for me? They didn’t do anything for the rest of my brothers either and Serpint sure as fuck is totally in love with an exploding girl right now.
Rational me tries to intervene and tell paranoid me to heel for a sec. Because rational me says, You didn’t feel any immediate sparks when you first met Delphi, right?
True. True.
But Serpint didn’t either. I drilled him on their whole how-we-met story and he said it took half a day and several interactions. And. It was Lyra who felt it first, not him.
Oh, God.
OK.
Paranoid me wins. I’m gonna go out there and make her talk. Make her tell me everything that’s going on. And if I get the slightest inclination that she’s casting her spell on me again, I’m out of here. I’ll just… well, I don’t know what I’ll do. Walk Mighty Minions until dawn, then send word that Xyla has to cut her vacay short and come help us.
I breathe out a sigh of relief as I pull open the bedroom door… but as soon as I enter the living room, all rational thought disappears.
Because my Delphi is sitting on the dining table with her legs crossed and head cocked, surrounded by food, drinking a glass of tushberry champagne as she swings her foot.
“I was about to send help,” she purrs in some totally new, unexpected sexy voice. “I thought you might’ve drowned in there.”
She hops down off the table, sets her glass down, and begins stalking towards me.
I back up until I hit the wall and have nowhere else to go.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, again with the purring, her little dragonbee bot buzzing wildly next to her ear.
I put up a hand and say, “Stop right there.”
She frowns and pouts her lips. “Is something the matter?”
“Yeah,” I say, suddenly feeling all confused and puzzled. What was the matter again?
“Wanna tell me about it?” she asks, taking two steps closer.
“Stay back,” I warn her. But I’m having trouble remembering why I’m so insistent she stay away from me.
She stops, puts her hands on her hips, and says, “What the hell is wrong with you?” in her normal, bossy voice.
“Don’t you feel that?”
“Feel what?” she snaps. Her little dragonbee bot starts buzzing again, but Delphi just swats it with her hand and it goes spinning through the air.
“You’re putting me under some kind of spell, aren’t you? You’re gonna get me drunk and kidnap me. Take me prisoner in your secret sex lair on some long-forgotten planet where Cygnian princesses rule and all the Akeelian men are sex slaves.”
“What?” She laughs. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Don’t try to deny it. You’re spurting pheromones, aren’t you? Baiting me into liking you.”
“Oh, my suns. You’re nuts.”
“You’re nuts, lady. You’re the one who weaseled her way into my life—”
“You’re the one who needed an engineer!”
“Exactly!”
“Exactly what? What in fuck’s name are you talking about?”
“You,” I say, waving my hand at her. “And your little magic spell.”
“I don’t do magic. It’s a well-known fact that Cygnians do science.”
“Well, whatever it is. You’re secreting something to make me like you. To distract me so you can carry out your evil sex plan.”
The little bot is back, swirling around her head, buzzing like crazy. But Delphi swats it away again. “OK, how about you just calm down and come eat. Look, I made dinner.”