Page 7 of Minding the Minotaur
I should have been terrified, I really should. Maybe getting sacked has made me not care about my safety. Because whenhe towered above me and placed his hand over my mouth, his thick, strong arm encircling me, I felt… not scared. But what?
Safe.
Cared about.
Turned on.
Sammy, that’s just nonsensical.
I shake my head, telling myself that it must have been a hallucination. That getting sacked from DeVines has made me go soft in the head. Turned me into a crazy woman—literally.
But it was too real for that. I can still feel the effects of his nearness, my body yearning for his touch. My nipples are hard little pebbles inside my cotton bra, and my panties are definitely damp.
I’ve never reacted to a guy like that before. Let alone one with fur and horns and… and a tail. And when he pressed me against him, he was definitely packing something in his pants that was undeniably…nothuman.
My hand is so tempted to sneak down to the throbbing bud between my legs, but that would be so out of line in a public place, I gasp at my own audacious thought.
Whoever this guy was, he’s awakened a need in me I hadn’t even realized was there.
And now, he’s gone. And maybe I’ll never meet him again. Never feel his arms around me… experience his… Oh! The thought is unbearable.
I get down on my hands and knees and crawl around my car. Look underneath it. Then sit there on my haunches and wait. Maybe he’ll come back when he’s sure it's safe. What did he say that shimmering thing was? A portal cape. Portal? I run my mind back over the fantasy books I read as a kid. Magic portals. That cloak had to be some kind of magic, didn’t it? How else could he have just appeared and disappeared into thin air?
I think through what he said. “The authorities don’t wantyour sortto know aboutour sort.”
That would imply he isn’t unique, that there are more beings like him out there. Somewhere.
It feels like in the space of a few minutes, the whole universe as I thought I knew it has changed. Suddenly, there’s more to the world outside Sparkle City than dust and dangerous pollutants. There issomewhereelse, somewhere that’s inhabited by monsters.
Monsters who are gorgeous. Sexy. Kind.
I recall how the minotaur’s eyes softened as he asked about my day, how he showed real interest in me. I swear, a girl could literally fall into the depths of those chocolate brown eyes and never resurface. And holy shit, his eyelashes were extreme!
After a few more minutes of waiting and whispering, I get up and check out the parking lot, looking behind posts, in case he’s playing some perverse game of peekaboo with me. Maybe he’s going to leap on top of me. A zing of heat zaps between my legs at the thought, and my body thrums with excitement.
After another eternity of walking up and down the rows of cars, my heart drops.
He’s really gone, hasn’t he? And he isn’t coming back.
I head dejectedly back to my car. I have no idea how long I’ve been skulking around, looking for the minotaur, but I’m going to have to accept that this strange encounter is unlikely to be repeated.
With stiff fingers, I unlock my car, get in and put the key in the ignition. As I navigate slowly toward the exit, half of me still expects him to jump out from behind a post, with a big grin on his face. His smile would be so cute, like the one he greeted me with. His eyes would twinkle, and for a brief second that thought makes me smile too.
He just felt so… soeasyto be with. As though I’d known him forever.
Seems like I have a bad case of insta love for a hornedbeast who is probably just a figment of my imagination. An illusion I conjured up to deal with my hideously awful day.
But even though this is the most logical explanation, a part of me refuses to believe it.
By the time I hit Sapphire Boulevard, the deepening hue of evening enriches the marble facades and golden towers of the city’s center. Soon, the spectacular nightly sunset display will take place, then the “sun” will go down and the sky will be pricked with a thousand stars. Fake stars, but hey, we all love to gaze up at them on Heaven Hill, the place where lovers go to make out.
A ridiculous vision pops into my head of me, sitting on Heaven Hill with that big minotaur’s arm around my shoulder, his lips on my hair, as I snuggle into him. I imagine lifting my face to his, and that wide mouth hovering over mine, those dark eyes going hazy and out of focus as he gets closer.
My pussy clenches as I imagine the pressure of his lips thoroughly exploring mine, his thick tongue pushing into my mouth… and the next thing I know, I’m almost running a red light. I slam my foot on the brake and screech to a halt on the three-lane highway.
Fuck, I nearly got totaled while fantasizing about being kissed by a minotaur.
Pull yourself together, Sammy.
