The Incubus' Snare

Chapter 10

We looked at the laminated menu with handy pictures beside each entrée. Since I had done sushi last night, I was thinking I might go for Thai tonight. I debated getting something called Boom Boom Chicken just for giggles or if should just get the Pad Thai. Carissa looked at me expectantly. Not sure what I have forgotten this time; I raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“What did you have last night?” She huffed in exasperation. Rolling my eyes I rattled off my previous evening’s meal. I left off the order of eggrolls since I didn’t consume them until after I had been ravaged. Just as we finalized what we wanted, a girl that looked barely old enough to be working strolled to our table. She stood beside it for a moment while she finished something on her phone. Important business completed; she slipped it in the pocket of her apron that was tied around hot pink leggings that looked a size to small. A crop top stopped several inches above her exposed pierced belly button. All of her exposed skin seemed to glitter. Impatiently she asked what we wanted. We rattled off our order.

“Can we get the chicken Satay first please?” Carissa asked with a tight smile. The girl rolled her eyes without answering. Pulling her phone from her apron she walked through the hole in the wall without ever looking up from the device. We exchanged judgy looks then shook our heads.

“Wanna bet on how long it takes to get our drinks?” Carissa snorted but didn’t respond. Shaking my head I changed the topic. “How are the kids?”

She lit up. “Mason just got engaged!” Mason was her eldest child. He had been dating his girlfriend Megan since sophomore year of high school. I knew they had graduated from college two years ago. “I’m waiting on the pictures to officially announce it. He took her to their favorite hiking trail. At the summit he proposed. Then they ziplined back down.”

“I’m so happy for them!” Happy clapping I couldn’t stop smiling. Mason was only two when I met Carissa. They moved next door to my parents. My family was introverted. Her’s were extroverts. We were adopted by them. Soon we were fixtures at each other’s homes. Carissa was only a few years older than me, making it initiable that we would bond. Over the years we became sisters instead of friends. Regardless of the lack of relation, her kids called me Auntie Viv. When her two daughters were born, I was at the hospital pacing the waiting room. I was definitely the fun aunt. If only she knew how many times I had helped them circumvent her. “How are the girls?”

Before she answered, an elderly looking Asian woman looking through the hole in the wall with a furious expression. Scowling she turned around, yelling something in a language I didn’t understand. Eyebrow raised; I turned to my BFF. “Do you think we are in trouble?”

“Nope. That I was mom rage.” Carissa shook her head. “It’s a universal tone. All moms recognize it.”

“I wonder if there’s a fun aunt tone?” My eyebrows wiggled inquisitively. The distracted young waitress came back through the arch carrying a tray. Plopping our drinks down with an attitude she muttered that our appetizer would be out shortly. She sauntered off with her phone in hand again. Snorting, we exchanged glasses, so the right drinks were in front of us.

“There is. “She sipped her red wine. It took me a minute to remember what she was referring to. I’d forgotten my question, distracted by the arrival of the teen. “It usually precedes the mom rage tone.”

The accusing look she shot me had me looking at her as innocently as possible while sipping my soda.

“Interesting. I wonder if it ever follows it?” I arched my brow. Then I took a long drag off my drink through my straw. I had to wonder if she knew more than me and the kids realized.

“Nope. That’s the interfering aunt tone. It also creates mom rage. Pinning me with her glinting green eyes. For a moment I was scared. Then I remembered she wasn’t my mother. “Especially when said aunt helps sneak her niece out to get tattooed after she was told not to.

Oh dear. I hadn’t realized she knew I was involved in that one. “Is it really sneaking when the niece in question was twenty-one? Besides, it was just a little one on the under side of her wrist. Easy to conceal.” Clearing my throat I hurriedly added. “For example.”

Her snarky comment was cut off by the teen coming back in with a basket balanced on a tray. Without speaking, the basket was slid in front of Carissa. Once again, the teen was on her phone before she cleared the wall. She didn’t even look up. I could only assume she was following the floor tiles to ensure she didn’t walk into a wall.

Carissa was still giving me the look. I needed to distract her quickly.

“Food smells good.” I gestured towards the basket. Not breaking eye contact with me, she grabbed the end of one of the sticks. Gesturing for me to help myself, I grabbed one myself. Brandishing the one in her hand at me she spoke.

“Enough with the distraction. Tell me about your dream luuuver.” She took a bite of the fried chicken.

“Why are you so interested in my s*x life? Aren’t you getting any?” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Do I need to call Ace and remind him of his husband duties?”

Carissa let out a smug giggle. “He just bought me a new dining room table.”

Confused, I nodded. “Ok, furniture buying falls into husbandly duties.” Taking a bite of my chicken, I looked at her. “But what does that have to do with this conversation?”

Still looking smug she sipped her wine. Waggling her eyebrows she answered. “The other night we were eating fettuccine alfredo. Some of the sauce got on my chin.”

Oh I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the rest of this. But she kept going. “Ace mentioned the sauce looked like a different substance. He suggested we find out if they looked similar. Everything was fine until I was riding him reverse cowgirl.” She paused to buck her hips with her arms in the air. “He was lying on his back on the table. Then he sat up to grab my t**s. He was rolling my n*****s between his fingers when he leaned forward to nuzzle my neck. Then we heard this crack!”

She paused for effect. “The table gave way under us. We rode that thing to the ground. Once we landed, he just started f*****g me again until I was screaming his name. Then he pulled out of me, told me to kneel and open my mouth.” More eyebrow wiggling. “He shot his load on my face. Told me not to move so he could take a pic.”

She took a bite of her chicken. Scrunching up my face, I tried to imagine I hadn’t actually heard this story. “FYI, we decided they do in fact look similar.”

“Wait.” I gotta stop the details. “Are we talking about the kitchen table or the formal dining room table?”

Carissa let out a delighted giggle. “Oh my God! The formal dining room table, you goober! Could you imagine what it would take to break the kitchen table?”

Her kitchen table was a pub height solid built wood table. On the underneath side storage was built in. One side was designed to hold wine glasses. On the other side was cubies filled that she had filled with old cook books. Four solid legs supported the solid wood top. When they moved houses years ago, they had to take it apart due to its weight. The formal dining room table however was a long table with dainty delicately carved legs. It was a fancy antique we had found years ago at an estate sale. Personally, I had always thought it was best to be for display only. But that wasn’t the only issue with using that table. It sat in the formal dining room that was on the front of the house. Huge bay windows enclosed it on three sides. If the sun was up, so were the blinds. Anyone walking down the street would have gotten an eye full. “Why would you do that in the dining room?”

She grinned at me. “We were having a romantic dinner. Now that kids are gone, we are getting reacquainted with each other. Once a week we like to have a candle light dinner without any distractions.” She paused to shrug a delicate shoulder. “They do tend to end with us naked on the furniture.”

“Ewww.” Shuttering I took a drink. Their youngest and last chick in the nest Emily had moved out to go to the same college as her older sister Mellissa in August. “We have holiday meals on that table!”

“Oh I sanitize it!” She rolled her eyes again.

Wishing I had brain bleach the surly teen came through the hole in the wall with a tray of food. Given that we were the only ones in the room, I wasn’t surprised when she headed for our table. Not paying much attention, she slid the food on the table. Not speaking she turned with her phone in her hand to leave the room. How the hell does she do that?

“Oh my!” Carissa exclaimed around her mouthful of sushi roll. “This is amazing!”

“I know right?” My Pad Thai was just right. Didn’t stop me from grabbing a coin of her sushi. She tried to retaliate by grabbing some of mine, but I blocked her. “I didn’t have pad Thai last night.”

She glared at me but didn’t argue since my logic was irrefutable. “Seriously how have I never been here? Me and the kids are here one weekend a month.”

“Maybe its new?” We looked around to see if the construction seemed fresh. Only the hole that connected the dining room to the bar area looked recent. All the wall décor seemed faded. The tile floor was chipped and dingy. “Could be a different restaurant was here and they just took over?”

Swiping her hands on a napkin she pinned me with her gaze. “Doesn’t matter. Now, talk about your nighttime mattress tango hottie!”

“Where would you like me to begin?” I stole another piece of sushi. Maybe I should have order my own.

“Tell me about his eyes again.” She moved her plate away from me. How rude!

Taking a breath, I couldn’t stop the dreamy moan that came out of my mouth. The tingle shot down my spine to my girly bits again at just the thought of him. How can just the memory of him affect me so much? Closing my eyes, I remembered his majestic face. If I was to create my dream man, he was definitely it. Not surprising since he did come from my imagination, I guess. Focusing on his eyes I started to describe them. “They were like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Instead of an iris and pupils, they were swirling purple and black. They looked like what they show on tv when they fly through nebulas.”

“Sounds nauseating.” She scrunched up her nose.

“No, it was.” I paused looking for the words.