Shopping Part 2
Shopping Part 2
Trent walks over to me. “Love, he's just an ass. It's the douche in him, not the demon.” We laugh. “So he is having someone watch Randall. Makes sense.”
“Yes, and you heard?”
Trent nods. “Yes, sorry. It is hard not to sometimes. But know that I would have killed Randall, but I understand you not wanting blood on your lovely hands.” Always the flatter. “I can't charm you, so don't blame me for trying to sweeten you up even more than you already are.” I laugh. He's so over the top, and I love it. “Let's go get you all dolled up. I want to get my hands on those curves, Barbie.” I giggle. “Come here.” He wraps me in a hug, and we teleport. I'm a bit wobbly. I don't know if I will ever get used to this. “Love, I got you.”
We end up in the oddest clothing store that I have ever seen. Clothing from all eras lines the walls. They even have a pinball machine. I haven't seen one of these since I was a kid. I ran towards it. “Wait up!” Trent yells as he catches up and snuggles up behind me. He rests his head on my shoulder. This physical intimacy usually would send me into visions, but I don't have any. I just feel him.
“I don't see anything.”
Trent smiles. “Good. You're getting used to me. We have an eternity ahead of us, love.”
“Did I hear that right?” a female voice asks from behind us.
“If it isn't my favorite succubus,” Trent murmurs.
“Been a bit, sweetie,” she replies.
“It has dear, it has. Ira, this is my mate, Emma,” Trent says.
She extends her hand to me daintily, and I accept it. I feel her allure, but it does not affect me. She is stunning, though. She has milk chocolate skin and long braided hair. “Pleasure,” Ira says.
“Likewise.”
“You're quite lovely,” she replies.
“Thanks.” I blush and look at Trent. He kisses my cheeks making them burn even more.
“Cute,” she giggles.
“I have come to dress my doll,” Trent replies.
I just look at him and shake my head. “Last I checked, love the dolls you played with don't bite back, but I do.”
Ira laughs. “Allure doesn't affect this one. That's awesome.”
Trent huffs and rolls his eyes. “For you maybe.”
“Aw, you like it,” I tease.
“Let's get this little minx a new coat or two.”
I giggle. When I shook her hand, I saw that she works with SIA, so that made me feel comfortable. It also means that she's alone. Poor thing. “So you gotta quit SIA now?” she asks Trent.
Trent shakes his head. “No, she's a field agent.”
“Isn't that convenient?” Ira muses.
“Not really, as things are getting dangerous,” he replies.
“True, here try these.” She tossed a handful of clothes at Trent and me. “Hopefully, they gave you a partner, right?”
“Mike gave me Charming,” I reply.
Her eyebrows raise. “That hunk of beefcake doesn't have partners. Trent, sweetie, you best watch Charming around her, you know how he is with the ladies.”
Now that pisses me off. “Love, no!” Trent yells. But I'm too fast. I am in her face.
“You don't dare talk about Chase like that.” There's that alien voice again. Her eyes dim a bit.
Ira says, “Sorry. Forgive me, it won't happen again.”
Trent pulls me to look at him. “Your eyes, they look like Malcolm's.”
Shit! I look at her again, and my voice booms in that alien tone once more. “You love that Trent and I work at SIA. Chase Charming is off-limits, and you only have a favorable opinion of him. The past is done and will stay buried.”
Trent sighs. “Love…”
Ira smiled and nodded. “So, are we good?” I ask.
“Of course, why wouldn't we be? Now what was I saying?” she asks.
I smile. “We were discussing clothes.”
Ira nods. “Right, we were. You two lovebirds go take those for a spin, and I will see what else I can find.”
“Okay, thanks.”
Trent takes my hand and pulls me into a dressing room. He sits on the bench there and pulls me to his lap. He runs his hands over me, and the sparks fly. “Your allure…”
“What?”