Chapter 5
Elizabeth
As soon as Angus realizes we are trapped without a working phone, he gets to work making me more comfortable.
Finding some brightly colored fabric that my aunt sometimes uses in her window displays, he creates a makeshift cushion for me to sit on.
He continues to poke around the backroom and groans in disappointment.
“I want to elevate your ankle on the step, but I can’t find anything to make it more comfortable.”
“Oh, that’s OK, I can just put it on there,” I say, lifting my leg and cringing from the pain.
“Hold on, hold on. You’re clearly in pain. Um. I have an idea.”
The massive minotaur gives me an apologetic smile and takes his t-shirt off. Biting my tongue so that my jaw does not drop to the ground, I take in his bulging muscles.
Holy crap.
Angus folds up the shirt, placing it on the stool, then takes his mighty hands and lifts my foot to rest on it. Breathing through the pain, I give him a smile.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
Standing up, he walks over to the door, studying it at every angle.
“I should be able to break this down. Is that what you’d like me to do?”
“Ugh. I’d never hear the end of it from my aunt. Do you mind waiting a bit? I’m sure a customer will come in.”
“No problem at all.”
Watching him stand there, as he looks around uncomfortably, I can’t help but feel bad for the handsome bullman. He appears anxious.
“Do small spaces bother you?” I ask.
“Oh, no, not really. I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
Tapping the floor next to me, I say, “You’re not making me uncomfortable at all. Why don’t you sit down? Who knows how long we will be stuck here?”
Relief is obvious on his face. He gives me a shy smile and sits down. The man takes up a lot of room, and he appears to know it.
“Thank you for making me more comfortable.”
“Of course. You still look like you’re in pain, though.”
“I am. Kind of wish I could fall asleep to avoid it for a bit.”
The handsome minotaur looks at me with his deep purple eyes and nods. He scooches closer, so that he is now sitting directly next to me.
“I realize I am now shirtless, so feel free to tell me to eff off, but you can rest on me if you’d like.”
Allowing my eyes to wander down his chest, my pussy answers with an affirmative and I gently nod my head.
“If you don’t mind?”
“Not at all.”
He leans his back against the wall, and I allow my head to rest on his massive bicep. Closing my eyes, I breathe in his musky scent. My throbbing pussy is distracting me from my aching ankle, allowing me to drift off to sleep.
I wake up to the sound of a stomach growling. A minotaur’s stomach growling.
“Oh, hey. I guess I fell asleep?” I say, stretching my arms.
“You did. And I just checked my watch. It’s nighttime.”
“Oh shit. No one came in?”
“Not that I could hear.”
“Shit. I had no plans for tonight, so no one is expecting me. What about you?”
“My brothers will be curious where I am when it gets a bit later, but I doubt they will worry about it until they see I haven’t returned by the morning.”
Another loud minotaur stomach growl makes me laugh, causing him to blush. Now that he’s being friendlier to me, I am finding his crimson blushes kind of sexy. He sort of acts like a dork, which is endearing with his massive muscle size.
“You’re clearly hungry, and so am I. Let’s break open something in here.”
“Your aunt won’t be annoyed?”
“Well, it’s either that or have you break down the door. I think she will prefer us gobbling up some goodies.”
Angus stands up and searches the shelves.
“How about these artisanal crackers, with olives and canned artichokes?”
“Grab some chocolate and you have a deal.” I say, grinning up at him, “Oh, and my aunt keeps a stash of booze in that box over there.”
Angus finds a bottle of Raven’s Nest Syrah and a roll of paper towels. He sets up a picnic in front of me, with the crackers laid out, then opens the artichoke and olive jars, and a dark chocolate bar for the finale.
“Madam, your meal is prepared.”
Giggling, I eat up his goofy, shy expression as he lowers his eyes.
By the time we have opened a second bottle of wine, I am laughing up a storm and definitely tipsy. The wine clearly doesn’t affect him like it does my puny human self.
“So, Angus, I know Thoreau is 70. How about you?”
“68. So two years shy of middle-age for a minotaur.”
“Oh wow. So at age 50, I would be robbing the cradle with you?” I joke, followed by a loud hiccup.
Angus laughs at me, but I can also see his handsome face blushing for the millionth time. Tempted to say something else flirty, I am interrupted by a loud “Hello?” out in the store.
“Hey! We are in here!” He calls out to the voice.
There’s a wiggle at the door and then a man’s voice says, “It’s locked.”
“The key is on the wall behind the register,” I yell out.
A minute later, the door swings open and I see my school’s art teacher, Vera, and her husband staring down at us.
“Liz! Are you OK?”
Her husband, Lionel, helps me up as Angus stands, while I explain what happened.
“Oh, wow. We were taking a nighttime walk, something we like to do when Jessica’s at a sleepover, and saw the light on. Thought maybe your aunt needed help.” Vera says.
“Hey, we can take you to Branwen Beach Emergency Center. You should get that ankle looked at,” Lionel insists.
“I’m happy to take her,” Angus says.
“You’ve done so much for me already.” I say.
The gorgeous bullman looks at me with an expression I cannot read and nods his head.
“Alright, if you’re OK?”
“We got her. She’s in safe hands with us,” Vera says, smiling.
“OK. Well, uh, have a good night everyone. And, um, Liz, I hope your ankle is nothing serious.”
Watching the hulking minotaur walk out of my aunt’s shop, Vera turns to me, her eyes wide, and says, “Holy hell, Liz, he’s a dish.”
“Standing right here, babe,” Lionel teases.
His wife pulls him close and says, “You’re a dish and a snack and a dessert, babe.”