Page 18 of To Teleport, or Not to Teleport?
He nodded as a slate-blue smoke formed at his feet, and he teleported off my porch a second later.
Looking down my front, I waved my fingers and relished the feeling of being dry. Internally, I was still an ice block.
“Hey, Rita.”
“I thought vampires could only be killed by silver stakes or by removing their heads?” she said by way of greeting.
I stopped at the entrance of the hall. “Yes, about the real baddies, but you’re reading fiction, so it’s whatever the author decides.”
Rita made an annoyed sound and continued reading. Some paperback from my shelf was lying almost flat in front of her, held in place with her magic, and with a slight lift of her chin, the page flipped fluidly.
“I’m taking a bath and going to bed,” I announced on my way up the stairs, and as I expected, Rita didn’t bother to reply.
Chapter 7
A moan ripped through my body, pulling me straight out of the hottest dream I’d ever conjured. I vibrated with a need so powerful, I was pressing my thighs together and sucking in mouthfuls of air.
“You okay over there?” Rita asked, causing me to sit straight up. The sheets fell to my waist, revealing my naked breasts.
I clutched my sheet back to my chest and looked around the room.
Rita stretched a hind leg and licked herself.
“Seriously, Rita?”
“By the looks of it, you wish you could reach. Quite the dream? I hope with the sexy panther.”
Dropping back, I blew my hair from my face. “Go away.”
“You wound me.”
Chuckling, I shook my head. A quick peek under the sheets revealed my breasts weren’t the only naked part of my body. “I don’t even remember taking off my jammies.”
“You took them off a few hours ago. You should ask the panther to scratch the itch you can’t reach.”
“Rita!” I groaned and covered my head with the sheet.
My familiar’s paws hit the floor, the door squeaking a moment later when she slid out. “Don’t be a prude, Lee Lee.”
I glared at the now-empty spot where I’d last seen Rita. “I’m not a prude!”
“You need to get laaaaaaid,” Rita called in a singsong voice as she moved down the hall.
Stretching, I pointed my toes and reached toward the headboard. My muscles were tight, and my girly bits ached. The darn cat was right, but there was no way I’d admit it out loud.
A warm shower did nothing to ease the tension racking my body, and neither did the shot of Jameson I’d poured into my coffee.
* * *
My workday went by without a hitch or storm, or vision to boot. Even Kenny managed to steer clear of my classroom, a true miracle.
Once the last student slipped out the door, my stomach announced its discontent. I was tempted to scour Cami’s case, but since I hadn’t checked in and I didn’t want to risk running into Grayson so soon after my lifelike dream, I made my way toward the diner.
The weather was clear, and the only evidence of the unnatural storms from the day prior were the piles of yard debris lined along the curb. Passing one pile of dried leaves and dead branches, I was assaulted by a musty scent.
I came to an abrupt stop when my vision went black, and I was shown black mold riddling the two-by-fours and insulation of a wall. Wisps of smoke came from an outlet seconds before flames followed.
As quickly as the images had blinded me, they disappeared. Shaking off the ominous feeling, I looked around and didn’t see anyone, save for Angelica heading into the grocery store.
