looked behind me at the flickering lanterns that lined the street, the brightly painted houses beside quaint bars where I was immediately tempted to drink my face off, the hidden courtyards; it was like stepping into a movie.
“I feel like I’m in Disneyland,” Perry said, looking up at the house with a big kid smile on her face.
“You, missy, have to stop being so damn cute,” I told her, bringing her to me and kissing her on the lips.
Maximus cleared his throat. “Glad you guys like it, it’s a bed and breakfast with the tastiest beignets you’ll find in the city. Well, aside from Café Du Monde, if it’s still there.”
I pulled away from Perry and eyed him. He didn’t look too pleased at our PDA, and I was wondering when he’d start questioning what was happening in our relationship. Obviously he knew that we were together now, and judging from the beady look in his eyes, he obviously didn’t like it. Tough tits, ginger.
The look got even worse when we went to check in and I told the pucker-faced, extremely spritely receptionist that we would only need two rooms, not three.
“I see,” she said, studying Perry and I. “I wasn’t aware that there was a couple staying here.”
“Neither was I,” Maximus said under his breath.
“Sorry,” I told her, jerking my head in his direction, “this one here made the booking without consulting us first.”
She adjusted her glasses. “Yes, well, since it was such a last minute reservation, I’ll just cancel the room without penalty. Probably better that way anyway—it is the haunted room.”
“Haunted room?” Perry spoke up, looking frazzled.
The woman smiled. “It’s just George, the resident ghost. He’s a friendly one, don’t worry.”
“Friendly, sure, I’ve heard that before,” I said. She gave me an odd look and I didn’t bother trying to explain myself. The day I met a friendly ghost was the day I came up with better analogies.
Both of our rooms were on the third floor, overlooking the street, with a shared balcony connecting us through French doors.
Perry and I tossed our bags on the bed and surveyed the quaint room. It was a little too old lady-ish for my liking, like the receptionist decorated it, but Perry seemed absolutely enthralled. I guess there was a romantic, girly-girl somewhere beneath that Mastodon t-shirt.
“I guess the bastard wants to keep an eye on us,” I told her.
“I heard that,” came his muffled voice through the wall. Oh great, and the walls were paper-thin too. Though that made me extremely glad that I’d remembered to pack something.
“What’s so funny?” Perry asked.
I wiped the smile off my face. “Nothing, just trying to look on the bright side. Shall we unpack?”
“No time,” Maximus said from the doorway. Shit, he was just everywhere, wasn’t he?
“Can’t you just give us a few minutes alone?” I asked.
“Sorry I’m such a cockblocker—”
“At least you’re apologizing this time.”
“—but there’s someone I want you to meet and I’m not sure if we’ll miss her or not.”
I raised my brow. “A…a her? You’ve had contact with the female species? I don’t believe it.”
He pointed at Perry. “I’ve had intimate contact with this one.”
“You son of a bitch,” I snarled, ready to jump him.
“Guys!” Perry yelled, putting her arm out in front of me. “Dex, calm down. You, ginger balls, you shut the fuck up.”
I laughed. “Ginger balls, that’s my girl!”
He smiled venomously at her. “The very balls you—”
Before I had a chance to knock his face in, Perry was there first, kicking him right in the shin with her Doc Martens. Her violence surprised even me, and I stood there, shocked and impressed. And maybe a bit scared.
Maximus was shocked too, groaning and rubbing his leg. “Have you gone fucking crazy, Perry?”
She put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I have. If you say another fucking thing about what happened between me and you, I’m
“I feel like I’m in Disneyland,” Perry said, looking up at the house with a big kid smile on her face.
“You, missy, have to stop being so damn cute,” I told her, bringing her to me and kissing her on the lips.
Maximus cleared his throat. “Glad you guys like it, it’s a bed and breakfast with the tastiest beignets you’ll find in the city. Well, aside from Café Du Monde, if it’s still there.”
I pulled away from Perry and eyed him. He didn’t look too pleased at our PDA, and I was wondering when he’d start questioning what was happening in our relationship. Obviously he knew that we were together now, and judging from the beady look in his eyes, he obviously didn’t like it. Tough tits, ginger.
The look got even worse when we went to check in and I told the pucker-faced, extremely spritely receptionist that we would only need two rooms, not three.
“I see,” she said, studying Perry and I. “I wasn’t aware that there was a couple staying here.”
“Neither was I,” Maximus said under his breath.
“Sorry,” I told her, jerking my head in his direction, “this one here made the booking without consulting us first.”
She adjusted her glasses. “Yes, well, since it was such a last minute reservation, I’ll just cancel the room without penalty. Probably better that way anyway—it is the haunted room.”
“Haunted room?” Perry spoke up, looking frazzled.
The woman smiled. “It’s just George, the resident ghost. He’s a friendly one, don’t worry.”
“Friendly, sure, I’ve heard that before,” I said. She gave me an odd look and I didn’t bother trying to explain myself. The day I met a friendly ghost was the day I came up with better analogies.
Both of our rooms were on the third floor, overlooking the street, with a shared balcony connecting us through French doors.
Perry and I tossed our bags on the bed and surveyed the quaint room. It was a little too old lady-ish for my liking, like the receptionist decorated it, but Perry seemed absolutely enthralled. I guess there was a romantic, girly-girl somewhere beneath that Mastodon t-shirt.
“I guess the bastard wants to keep an eye on us,” I told her.
“I heard that,” came his muffled voice through the wall. Oh great, and the walls were paper-thin too. Though that made me extremely glad that I’d remembered to pack something.
“What’s so funny?” Perry asked.
I wiped the smile off my face. “Nothing, just trying to look on the bright side. Shall we unpack?”
“No time,” Maximus said from the doorway. Shit, he was just everywhere, wasn’t he?
“Can’t you just give us a few minutes alone?” I asked.
“Sorry I’m such a cockblocker—”
“At least you’re apologizing this time.”
“—but there’s someone I want you to meet and I’m not sure if we’ll miss her or not.”
I raised my brow. “A…a her? You’ve had contact with the female species? I don’t believe it.”
He pointed at Perry. “I’ve had intimate contact with this one.”
“You son of a bitch,” I snarled, ready to jump him.
“Guys!” Perry yelled, putting her arm out in front of me. “Dex, calm down. You, ginger balls, you shut the fuck up.”
I laughed. “Ginger balls, that’s my girl!”
He smiled venomously at her. “The very balls you—”
Before I had a chance to knock his face in, Perry was there first, kicking him right in the shin with her Doc Martens. Her violence surprised even me, and I stood there, shocked and impressed. And maybe a bit scared.
Maximus was shocked too, groaning and rubbing his leg. “Have you gone fucking crazy, Perry?”
She put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I have. If you say another fucking thing about what happened between me and you, I’m
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