The Nosferatu Adventures
page 238, chapter 238
Out of Time
The lights in the coffee shop were too bright, causing him to squint as he adjusted to the green tint. Slowly, he scanned the place, trying to find her. Smirking, he started to make his way through the half empty groups of tables, past the long line of impatient people as they stood and shoved their ways to the order counter. Snapping his fingers just before reaching her table, a large double double appeared in his hand. Luckily enough, our heroine had her nose buried in a book and hadn't noticed.
"Hi." he leaned over the table.
"Go ahead." she pushed the empty chair with her foot under the table. "Take it. I'm not waiting for anyone." she replied turning the page of her book, not bothering to even glance away. The sound of the chair then scraping on the floor as he pulled it out enough to slide into it was lost in the crowd. Seeing his cup suddenly on the table just a few centimeters away from her own caused our heroine to finally glance up. Tilting her head to the side, her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What are you doing? You sat down...why did you sit down? There are more then enough empty tables still...so?"
"That is the weirdest introduction I've ever heard. So let me start again. Hi, I'm Baker." The confused look didn't leave her face as she gave him the once over. He was about her height, maybe closer to 5 foot 10, with jet black hair that was slicked back with a sharp but nicely drawn nose, thinner lips and blue eyes. He cleared his throat nervously adjusting himself in his seat. "This is the part where you tell me your name." he took a sip of the coffee. "Since your chicken scratches earlier were unreadable."
"Oh! You're the delivery guy." she shook her head at her own stupidity closing her book. "Sorry, um, Nosferatu." she scratched at her forehead closing her own hazel eyes. "Sorry, I didn't recognize you. But you did have a cap on when you were in the office."
"Yeah, part of the uniform." he said giving her an awkward smile. "That book really seemed to have your attention. What are you reading?"
"Um..." she had to look at the cover to see what the book was. "Just some old romance novel from like thirty years ago." she felt sheepish then as if having to defend herself. "I spotted it in the desk drawer at work. I guess the last secretary had left it or something."
"And you decided to give it a go?"
"Yeah. It's been forever since I had a chance to read anything." Which was as much of the truth as she could give him. And since she'd been locked up in an abandoned well for the last four years, the truth hurt. "Speaking of the office, I should really get back."
"Boss got you on a short leash?" Baker asked sipping his coffee.
"Something like that." she remarked collecting up the trashy novel and her own coffee cup, making her way out of the building.
She found Loki in his office when she got back, the toilet flushing as she entered the room. "You needed the toilet? You're a god." she pointed to the bathroom door in the far corner of the room.
"We eat, we drink so yeah gods still need the toilet. We shower too." he smirked at her winking. He crossed the room to pick up a folder, pretending to read it. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah actually." she stood with her arms crossed under her chest giving her boobs a boost. "A few things. One, if there is anyway for you to get me my stuff back from the middle ages, I would appreciate it. Two, I'm going to need more then just a few bucks for coffee if I'm going to buy myself some groceries. And three, where am I going to live?"
The dark haired god said nothing as he continued to flip through the folder, still pretending to read it. Snapping his fingers, the leather bag and spellbook suddenly appeared in the middle of the desk. Tossing the fold down he leaned against the edge of the desk facing her, his hands behind his butt. "The kitchen in my penthouse is freshly stocked and you're living with me."
"Shacking excuse me?" she turned from the table the spellbook in her arms cradling it like a wounded child.
"What part of that sentence didn't you understand? I told you earlier that I need to keep an eye on you."
"And you can't keep an eye on me just at work? Or even from an apartment across the street or something?" she asked clutching the spellbook tighter to her.
"No I can't." he let out a sigh of disgust which turned into a burp. "Magick might be different here, but you're still a banshee, still half werewolf."
"You don't think I can control myself is that it?" she squinted up her nose at him. Grabbing the leather bag from the middle of the desk, our heroine turned on her heels walking out of Loki's office. Sniffing she told him his 3 o'clock meeting was in the elevator.
The elevator doors opened, just as Roger exited it not looking up from his cell phone. "Vicki, is he in?"
"Yes, he's in. You must be Roger?" she said dumping her stuff under the desk where no one could see it. "Vicki doesn't work here anymore." her voice cooed at him as he began to move down the hallway towards Loki's office. Turning around in mid step, he glanced up at the new girl.
The older male nearly stepped on his cell phone as it slipped from his hand bouncing on the rug. "Sir are you okay?"
Roger stood still for a long pause, his mouth slack as his eyes searched every inch of her. "Fine...Fine." he said clearing his throat bending to retrieve his cell phone.
"You look like you've seen a ghost. Can I get you anything? Water, tea, coffee?"
He shook his head as he turned back towards Loki's office, trying to understand how the woman Edward had been drawing for god knows how long was suddenly standing five feet from him?
Tune in again for another installment of the Nosferatu Adventures starring your heroine...me(straight up story. Well, remember Edward is The Seer...)
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