Miriam pinned oily untamed hair back and arched an eyebrow a Jakob as they stood amid the slow bustle of activity in the general store. Cold air pressed down upon the shiny marble white tiled floor as squeaky carts casually strolled by. “Get two LED at least two thousand lumen flashlights. I’m gonna get some hygiene stuff. You need anything?”
“Toothbrush would be great.” Jakob paid little attention to her as he adjusted his junk in public view and eyed every woman in the place.
One side of her lip raised in disgust. “Yeah, of course. I mean besides the obvious.”
“Wouldn’t mind a Vanquish. Is there a tailor here?” Jakob scanned the vast department store and winked at a round female passerby who bit her lip eyeballed him head to foot and moved on with envy.
“You have the right to be stupid, just not on my watch. Look around you, dumbass, no there’s no tailor here. Clothes are that way.” She pointed as his vision remained glued to the incredibly large rear of the woman. “Really? Just anyone?”
“Huh?” Jakob’s attention snapped to Miriam. “No, just those in need, it’s an instinct thing. Can’t help it they call to me, you know?”
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On the run and in need of supplies to prove their innocence private investigator Miriam Nim directed Jakob the Incubus to a supermarket in Last of the First bk1 First Conjugation.
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