Page 53 of Iris
Igor
Today has gone by in a blink of an eye. I think that’s the saying. Iris certainly kept herself busy. She and her mates had loaded up the plants for the dance early this morning. The red banana tree is ready, even if it doesn't have the days Iris wanted for it. Today and Friday will just have to do.
I'd decided not to go with the party when they'd gone off to City Hall early in the morning. They were gone for several hours, getting the rooms ready. Iris had made it back in time to flip the shop sign to open.
I’d stayed home. I will never admit it out loud, because I am Igor, but I’m tired from the past couple of days. A plant still needs her beauty rest, you know.
Now, they are all back. Kind of. Dorian is back with Iris, but he is working at the bar on his computer. Kieron has changed into his uniform, kissing Iris quickly before going to his office. Noah has already done his daily vase delivery with a tongue down the throat for Iris.
It feels like they’ve all already moved in. The house has already begun to reflect it, too. The rooms have gotten bigger, with more furniture being added. The kitchen has grown, along with the bar. At least with the changes, that means there are more options for pranks.
Iris has been so busy with getting all of the flowers ready for this dance that she hasn’t even thought of what kind of dress she’ll need to wear. That black dress could work, but the theme is tropical so I am browsing dresses online with overnight shipping available. She’ll grumble but love it anyway. I don’t know what this woman would do without me. She is so air headed sometimes.
I spent Iris's lunch break in the greenhouse with her. After lunch, she goes back to open the shop while I spend the rest of my afternoon looking through different dresses for her. Dorian apparently finishes early and joins Iris in the shop for the last few hours of the day. The bell over the shop door has picked up. Word of the hot vampire must have gotten out. I can’t wait to see what kind of chaos will occur when all three of them run the shop for a day. That will be a sellout day.
When Iris walks through the door, I glance at the clock. it's already past closing time. I guess I’ve gotten too distracted. At least I’ve found the perfect dress for her. It will be here tomorrow night, just in time for the dance.
“Hey, Igor. How was your day? Did you get to rest?” Iris smiles at me as she walks up to where I am sitting in my pot. Her brows are furrowed in concern as she stares at me.
“Oh, Iris. You care! I am so happy!” Crooning, I sway, wiggling my leaves. “I love you so much!”
She snorts but her eyes twinkle in amusement. “Obviously, I worried for nothing. I have a present for you.”
That gets my attention. I love presents. I hope it's more candied flies. Oh, crunchy lovely flies. Buttercup will be spared in my world domination plans. I’ll even hire her to be my personal chef.
“Present? Where? What is it? I wants it!” I make my grabby leaves at her as I hiss out happily.
“Well, if you want it, you’ll have to move your lazy butt out to the greenhouse.” She chuckles at my annoyed grumble, but she picks up my pot. “Let’s go!”
All of the lights within the greenhouse are on, the warmth of the building seeping into my roots. She places me on my table. There’s a smirk on her face that has my stem standing straight up.
“Where is it?” Demanding it is easier than whining. I want my present!
“Well, first off, let me tell you about it.” She is smirking. I want to throw a rock at her. Not to hurt just to warn. “I wasn’t able to get the spell just right, but it turned out better than I actually thought it would.”
“IRIS!” My leaves are vibrating.
She laughs. “I got you a friend.”
My leaves stop. “What?”
She bends to pick up something under the table. What she takes out is a pot with a handkerchief covering the flower.
“Igor, meet Lawrence.” She sets the pot next to me and dramatically removes the covering on it. “He’s an Orchis Italica! Rather known as the naked man orchid.”
If I had regular eyes, I’d be blinking them. The plant in front of me is a light purple but peppered in white. It isn’t particularly lovely, like moi, but it isn’t bad looking. But then I look closer. The petals look like a man wearing a hat. But the most surprising, and the best part, is that these flowery men have tiny penises!
“Holy shit! Lawrence has more cocks than you have around you, Iris!” I reach out with one of my leaves but when Lawrence moves I freeze.
A low male voice speaks shyly. “I’m Lawrence The Long. Please don’t touch without permission.”
Lawrence is alive! Like me! Holy fuck!
“Holy crab buckets, batrod! Iris! He’s like me!” I move around him in a circle. “He’s quite the looker, too.”
Iris chuckles softly. “Glad you’re happy. Lawrence, I know Igor is a little blunt, but I know you two will get along once you get to know one another.” She pats Lawrence on one of the flower’s hats. “Behave, Igor. Lawrence is sweet. I’ll leave you two alone to get to know one another. Igor, please teach Lawrence how to move like you do. I’m going to go see my mates.”
She leaves the greenhouse practically skipping. I am not sure what to think of Lawrence but, at the very least, he’ll be a good starting minion.
“Well, Lawrence, I’m Igor. Let’s talk. I have a book I’d like you to read.”
World domination, here I come.
