10. Chapter 10 Kyvian
Chapter 10: Kyvian
“Well now, what was all that?” Helga hip bumps me from my left—although it’s more like her hip hits my thigh, in our size difference. For an elderly woman in her eighties, she doesn’t miss a thing. Especially something with a romantic tune to it. I grin down at my employee.
Helga must be clocking in for the day. My bookstore is broken up into two levels. The upper level, which Helga is found, is fiction. Mostly romance. While the floor level is filled with all kinds of texts on monsters. Some books are fact, while others are human lore.
When I first arrived on base, most people only saw me for my looks and the desire I was able to provide humans. My first paid job was modeling for ads on Monster Match. But one day, when I was modeling with Dani, he was shocked at how well I was adapting to human culture.
Dani was the first one to see my brains rather than my body. He encouraged me to apply for other positions, since he could tell my heart wasn’t in posing with others. Even though it paid well, I found happiness in books and knowledge. Apparently, incubi are fast learners. Faster than almost any other monster they’ve ever encountered.
I’m so much happier now, that I can bury my nose in a book rather than modeling with others.
“That looked awfully romantic,” Helga says, clasping my large hand in her tiny wrinkly one. She squeezes me encouragingly. “The chemistry between you two was off the kanoodling charts!”
I laugh. “What on Earth is kanoodling?”
Helga smirks. “Why don’t you go over there and ask him.” She pats me playfully. “Go on, I got you covered. I just clocked in. Go after that young man and go see what’s between you two.”
I pull her into a light hug. “Thanks, Helga. Zyn and Sarah are here too. Maybe you can bring Zyn with you upstairs and show the hydra our new romance section.”
“Sure thing, honey.”
I jog outside and easily spot Enzo pulling a duffle and a suitcase out of his white rental car. I make my way over to him. His head whips up and a wide smile spreads across his face, as if we didn’t just see each other two minutes ago.
He places his duffle back in the trunk and steps toward me. “Is everything okay?” He asks, with a concerned furrow to his brow.
Giving him a reassuring smile, I reach for his bag and close his trunk. “Yeah, Helga just clocked in and I wanted to be a good house guest.”
Enzo’s emerald eyes take me in as I easily lift the bag and half toss it over my shoulder. I’m not ashamed to admit I flexed a little. I might be slimmer than Enzo, whereas his muscles seem to be thicker than mine. But I love the way he seems so tiny next to me. We’d be a unique couple, a striking contrast: his handsome, masculine beauty versus my pretty style with long hair and jewelry, and the added height difference is bonus.
He's tall for a human, but I’m taller, and I’m pretty sure he likes that difference between us just as much as I do. Or at least I’m assuming so by the amount of lust the radiates from him.
“Let’s go upstairs and get you settled,” I say, leading the way. Once we’re upstairs I push open my secret door that leads into my home.
“I think that hidden door is one of my favorite things I’ve seen in quite a long time.”
I laugh. “Me too. I always feel like I’m entering another world when I walk through the doorway. Come, your room is this way.”
We walk into the guest room, and he eyes the queen sized bed, the large white dresser, and matching nightstand. He rolls his suitcase to the corner, and I place the duffle next to it. He makes his way to the window and sucks in a deep breath. I peer out at sparkling lake. It’s the same view in my room next door, but no matter how many times I look at the lake, I can’t help the sense of pride that fills me. This is my home. I belong here. I’m safe.
“Do you like it?” I ask hesitantly, not wanting him to be disappointed.
He nods. “I do. Your home if perfect.”
My tail whips playfully behind me, and to my utter embarrassment, a purr starts up in my chest. My eyes widen, and I smack a hand to my chest.
Enzo cocks his head. “Is that—are you purring?”
I spin around, feeling my cheeks heat. Even in my embarrassed state, I can’t help but smile. I can’t remember the last time I felt this way.
Enzo steps in front of me, still studying my clawed hand with all my golden rings on my knuckles. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reaches out. His emerald jeweled eyes bounce up to mine. “Can I—” he trails off before clearing his throat and straightening his shoulders. “Can I feel?”
This brave, curious human. My tail continues to whip back and forth happily, and my inner demon preens. “Yes,” I whisper, dropping my hand.
He splays his fingers out on my chest, just above my hard and I purr louder. He gasps. “Oh my god, I can feel the vibrations. It’s similar to a cat’s just…more.” His eyes darken with lust, and I try my hardest not to taste the air.
Goddess, why is there something so familiar about Enzo?
He pulls away, and I already miss his touch.
“Here,” I say. “I have something for you.” I hand him a wrapped gift. It’s obvious it’s a book.
“What’s this for?” He unwraps the present carefully and barks out a laugh when he sees the title. “How to Seduce an Incubus?”
Laughing, I tug the book from his grip and flip it open. “I really need to try and get a hold of the author and ask him to consider reprinting it with a different title.” I point at the index and hand it back.
He arches a brow. “It’s a textbook.” He grins. “Fuck. I thought it was a dating guide.”
“You can find all kinds of information about incubi here. I’m hoping it might be able to help you…” I pause. I was about to say help with the case, but instead I say, “Help you understand me.” That damn blush is back, but I revel in the feeling.