Mathilda, SuperWitch (Mathilda's Book of Shadows #1)(39)

Everyone descended on The Gables instead.

After I’d told the story for the five hundredth time and had mellowed out on a Shiraz cabernet blend that was really just an ugly stepsister to the Pinot Noir, Ash came back.

“Did you find them?” I asked.

“No.”

“Did you total my car?”

“No.”

“Fuck!” I shouted.

“You can say that again. That car is shite,” Lucy said.

“Fuck!” I shouted again.

Ash handed me a bag.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“It’s Peking duck.”

After chasing the bad guys in a suped-up Micra, Ash went out and got me some Peking duck.

From Junior’s.

How do you like that?

3 April

Okay.

I… have got… to get… my shit… together.

I mean, screaming like a girl? I’m a witch, the witch for goddesses’ sake.

I had my wand on me and I didn’t have it together enough to do a spell, even a simple spell, to help out Ash.

I just sat there, silent or screaming.

How embarrassing.

And after that performance, he brought me crispy duck from Junior’s.

What am I supposed to make of that?

He must be wondering what he’s gotten himself in for, laying his life on the line for the likes of me.

And what is going on with all this nonsense, Darling and Addison at the Italian Place, Mom and Gran and everyone here, without plans to return home anytime soon?

And what is the deal with no one telling me any Prophesies, Ash and Aidan looking and not touching (well, not exactly but almost).

And what exactly is Josie going to do that is so f**king important to the world’s future that I have to protect her? Who’s after her and why and where are they now?

Ash is gone, left this morning, Mom tells me, to go to London. I’m to stay at The Gables or be taken by Mom, Gran or Mavis to the café.

Ash’s Edicts: No Junior Poon’s, no Tandoori Nights, no Moon and Sixpence and absolutely no driving around in the Purple People Eater. Ole Purple needs to stay “out of sight”.

Okay.

Last but not least…

If I’m The Chosen One, why is my bodyguard giving me orders?

17 April

Get this.

If… you… can… believe… this is what just happened!

* * * * *

Obviously, slept like the dead (the dead I almost was!).

(Will tell why later…)

Woke up all snuggly, warm, happy all covered in heavy blankets and tucked in tight.

Sun was shining on my face, very rare of a morning in England.

Felt like staying there forever and ever.

Snuggled deeper into bed and warm thing behind me.

Warm Thing moved!

Before I could, like, totally freak out, Warm Thing’s arm tensed (not heavy blankets on me – heavy Warm Thing arm on me) and hand which was on my breast tightened with thumb finding just the right spot.

Holy crap!

Oh me.

Oh my.

I maybe made a little noise in my throat.

Just a little one.

(Scared? Or other?)

Warm Thing moved and I heard, “Good Morning,” in my ear said in throaty, warm, sexy, sleepy Ash voice.

Yowza!

And.

Ack!

What the…?

Felt nuzzling at my neck.

Felt nuzzling other places too.

Body melted.

Mind freaked out.

(Chest hurt like hell but more on that later…)

Hands were moving (not mine).

Lips on neck.

Oh me.

Maybe made another little noise.

Oh my.

Ash gently turned me over to face him and before he kissed me…

* * * * *

Okay… maybe I’m one of those people who sabotages their happiness.

I mean, after all these months, I was somehow in bed with Ash all cuddly warm and yummy.

Yesterday, life nearly passed me by and now, here I was all scrum-delicious with the most fantastically handsome, delectably cool man (not to mention fab kisser) I’d ever met.

Yet.

I don’t know.

Maybe I should see a shrink.

Maybe I should relax and go with the flow.

Take a few risks.

Live a little.

* * * * *

Or maybe…

* * * * *

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Nudging close to my ear he said, “I think that’s fairly obvious.”

Mm.

He would be right.

One of his hands was doing very lovely things around my bottom and toying delicately with my panties.

Er… is it me or is this going fast? (Sabotage)

We haven’t even been on a date! (Sabotage)

“Um… ” (Sabotage) “Do you think that’s a good idea?” I asked. (Sabotage!)

“What?” I got the impression that he wasn’t paying much attention to me.

Well, he was paying attention to me but he wasn’t paying attention to me, if you know what I mean.

“Well, this whole… er… ” His hand went somewhere rather nice. “Um… you’re my bodyguard.”

With some attention to my injury (more on that later…), he pulled up my knee and hooked it over his hip then his thigh slid between mine and he used his hand on my bottom to push me along it and… oh my.