The Incubus' Snare

Chapter 11

“Hypnotic.” I finally answered, unable to keep the aw out of my voice. “Alluring.”

Carissa waited patiently for me to describe the encounter. “It was like he-“ I paused in disbelief about what I was about to say. “like he was making l love to my soul not my body.”

Carissa snorted the last drink of wine out her notice. Cursing she scooped up a couple of the paper napkins on the table to dry her face. “Hold that thought.”

She got up to head down the hallway near us with a restroom sign over it. Given that she had her purse slung over her shoulder I assumed she was going to fix her makeup while she was in there. Alone in the room she pulled out her phone to check what was happening on her socials. As I was scrolling, I heard the angry woman again. Looking up I could see her storm away from the hole yelling again. I’d guess our waitress was getting an earful. Sure enough, she showed up with another glass of wine and a refill of my soda moments later. Carissa slid into the seat beside me as the teen was slinking off, phone in hand.

“Nice.” Carissa cooed as she took a sip. There was no sign of wine on her face. Carefully she put the wine down. Her eyebrows gave me a naughty wiggle. “Now, tell me about what this figment of your imagination did to you. I want details.”

“Again, why are you so obsessed with this?” I stacked the dishes to help make it easier to bus our table. “It was just a dream.”

“I know. But it’s just so juicy!” Her green eyes had a dreamy far away look. “Yum”

Based on how satisfied that yum sounded, she must be imagining what my dream man could do to her. Wrongly, I felt a little jealous. He was mine!

“I think we’ve discussed my s*x life enough. Don’t you?” I arched my eyebrow at her. She scoffed at me. I rolled my eyes. “Fine, my imaginary s*x life.”

Before she could respond, the teen brough our check. If I translated her mumbling right, we were supposed to pay it at the bar. True to form, she was on her phone before she even turned away from the table. Scoffing, we gathered our belongings to follow her through the opening. We were still the only patrons in the room. However, once on the bar side, it was full. Crazy.

At the register we waited for the heavily made-up barfly looking room behind the bar to charge our cards. Deliberately we didn’t look at each other, that would for sure lead to giggling. Scrolling my signature on the slip, I heard a male voice call out my name. Turning to the back of the room where the sushi assembly station was, I saw the elderly man from last night holding a bag up. With a fluid grace, he walked behind the bar to hand me the bag. I tried to argue that I hadn’t ordered anything. He just waved a hand at me with a smile. Quickly he disappeared into the back. Carissa and I exchanged shrugs. Guess we had a midnight snack. Giggling we carefully walked down the steps to her gigantic truck.

I swear it got bigger while we were in there. The light on the back window lit up when she beeped the fob. That’s when I noticed the sticker on the back window. Glittery letters in the pinkest of pinks proclaimed: Silly Boys, Big Trucks are for Girls!

Taking a deep breath for courage, I stepped up on the runner to grab the door handle. Once the door swung open, I grabbed the interior handle to pull myself up. Proud of myself, I looked at my BFF, my sister from another mother, my person. She was not so silently laughing at me. Already buckled in. As I was shutting the door, she pushed a button that caused the engine to roar to life. Her phone was carefully placed in the console between us. I saw the screen light up.

“Wireless charger.” She gloated while turning the knob thingy to put it in gear. Without another word she peeled out of the parking lot. Slightly slowing to exit the parking lot onto the main road she pulled out. Surprisingly she drove fairly slowly through the town. I looked at her questionly. “Cops are looking for tourist to ticket. Only fools speed in this town.”

I took in the German inspired town as we crawled through the streets. The white buildings with the dark trim and shuddered windows gave the impression we were in a quaint little town. The sidewalks were almost desolate. Most of the people seemed to conjugate around the restaurants and bars. Unsurprising since it was a replica of a German town, there was multiple breweries that had full parking lots. Their patios were overflowing with people. She pointed out shops that we were going to visit the next day.

“Do I need to make a list?” I asked teasingly. The woman loved to shop and probably knew this place as well as the locals.

“Nope. We are walking this entire strip tomorrow.” Fear settled into me. Dear God. What have I signed on for? Thoughts of all the buildings we passed filled my head. An evil chuckle filled the car. Swiveling my head I looked at her. “Hope those sneakers are comfy.”

Now clear of the town, she floored it. The engine roared in response. Desperately I reached for the oh s**t handle. Closing my eyes, I prayed to make it back to the cabin safely. When the truck started to wind around the mountain, I opened my eyes. She had to slow down due to the curves. “Whimp.”

I scoffed, but didn’t answer her until she whipped the truck into the drive of my temporary home. “Maniac!”

She laughed watching my launch myself out of the truck. Thankfully I had remembered the food and purse. So, I could stalk to the cabin with my dignity intact.