Page 114 of Knot My MC
The message ends, and my fingers tighten around the phone. Did they find Axel? That can’t be it. They’d come kicking the door in if they had proof we were responsible for his death. Maybe he wants to ask me about my dad again. The couch creaks, and I glance over my shoulder. Nova is perched on the very edge of the cushion, stiff and uncomfortable as hell. Whatever the captain needs can wait for another day.
“Have you ever been onPlaying for Love?”
Nova peers at me from the corner of her eyes. “No.”
“It’s amazing. Hang on, let me go get my laptop.” What better way to bond with her than to show her animated sex? As I march into Crow’s room to grab the computer, I realize it’s probably not the best decision, but sitting in the living room with her as wound up as she is isn’t going to do either of us any good.
She avoids me while I settle in on the other side of the couch. I keep one cushion between us and place the extra pillow there too, building a barrier of sorts for her sake.
“Okay.” I navigate to the homepage to start a new story. “We have basilisk or minotaur. Personally, I like the minotaurs because they’re…” I probably shouldn’t say cock in front of her right now, right? “Well endowed.” I swallow.You’re really helping her feel comfortable, Kiki. Great job.“Uh, so,” I continue. “Yeah. The basilisk has nice attributes too. It’s really your choice. You can even pick your female character.” I set the laptop on the pillow and show her the screen.
Nova, to my surprise, leans toward it. “The one with the cinnamon brown hair.”
“Done. Okay. Now pick your man, er, monster.”
She flicks her eyes between the two options. “The minotaur.”
“Good choice. I follow the prompts to take us to the journeys set for the minotaur. There are four basic options. “We can do meet-cute at the farm, intergalactic abduction, massage therapist, or boss-employee.”
“Massage therapist?”
I lift a shoulder. “Your choice.” I nudge the laptop toward her, and she considers it and lifts her gaze to meet mine. “It’s okay.”
She sucks in a breath but tugs the computer into her lap and starts the game. I lean back and simply observe her while she plays, noticing the same frustration in her when the minotaur stupidly withholds information. I get why the creators are doing it, it’s a good way to add the will they/won’t they aspect to the game, but there are a lot of other options for tension.
They could have the main character come from a super wealthy family who runs a slaughter business, and somehow she saves the minotaur she loves from that fate. Or they could be enemy massage therapists—do massage therapists have enemies? Whatever. The point is there’s more that can be done with the game. The ideas run rampant in my head while Nova plays.
The guys were right. I should write a script and submit it for submission. There’s really nothing to lose except maybe a bit of my pride. Once we figure out what to do with Nova, and after I go see the captain, I’ll sit down and hammer out the ideas.
* * *
The guys get home a few hours later, opening the door to Nova and me huddled around the laptop. Despite the miscommunications, we can’t seem to stop working through the game. The couple is out at a club and some chick comes to try and dance on him—or at least that’s what I think the animation is showing. It’s hard to tell.
Some things in the game aren’t the greatest animation wise.
Either way, this floozy is trying to steal Yelena’s man. Halfway through, Nova wanted to name her and I couldn’t hold back the cheesy smile. I knew she’d like it.
Well, not really, but I’m glad she did, and I’m glad it helped her relax.
“No orc this time?” Jag drawls.
Glaring at him, I jab my finger in his direction. “Shut your filthy mouth.”
He chuckles. “Easy, tiger. Hey, Nova.”
Nova tenses and turns to me, gauging my reaction.
“I promise I’m not going to flip out.” I’m not threatened by Nova, I’m worried about her. It hasn’t been that long since the guys saved her from a really bad situation.
“Okay.” She’s reverted back to being tense, and I get a little frustrated, more with the situation than her.
It was so nice when it was the two of us, but it’s not totally irrational to worry how an omega will react with another omega in her space.
“Rita and Leroy are back home. The cops thought our guys should press charges.” Knox stops near the couch. “What do you want them to do?”
Nova struggles to come up with an answer.
“If they’re charged, they’ll be facing time, right?” I ask.
