“Yes,” I told her and then looked at Michael. “We should get dressed. Mandy’s brain is turning to mush the longer your porn star body is visible.”
Michael quirked a brow at me and then offered me a hand. I reached up and clasped it. Just as Michael began to pull me up, he disappeared. Or rather he was still there, but my hand went through him causing me to fall back on the bed.
I bounced slightly and scowl. “Of course, it would wear off now.”
“It would seem that way,” Michael agreed, turning his hands over as he looked them over. He didn’t seem at all bothered by his nudity.
“Hey, where’d he go?” Mandy asked, her head swiveling this way and that as she searched for him.
I waved her off and sighed. “Don’t bother, he’s incorporeal again. Just my luck.” I slipped off the bed, ending up right in the middle of Michael, who hadn’t backed off. My body buzzed with energy, and I quickly stepped out of him.
Grabbing my shirt off the ground, I dragged it over my head. I started to tug on my discarded underwear when the reminder of what Michael and I had been doing started to slip down my leg.
I started toward the bathroom, bypassing Mandy who still was looking for Michael. Using a washcloth to clean off, I yelled out the door, “You might as well stop looking. You’re not going to find him.”
“What do you mean?” Mandy hurried toward the bathroom. “He was just here. He couldn’t have disappeared into thin air.”
I snorted. “Yeah, actually he can and often does.” I stepped out of the bathroom and pulled some new underpants on. Grabbing my pants from the floor, I slipped them on and buttoned them.
“That’s got to be annoying.” Mandy frowned. “How do you keep track of him?”
“He’s still over there actually,” I nodded over at him, my eyes sliding over his delectably nude form. “And still naked.”
Michael glanced down at himself and then tried to pick up his clothing. His brow furrowed as his hand kept going through them. Stalking across the room, I picked up his shirt and handed it to him, but when I tried to let go, it simply fell to the floor.
“Well, that’s interesting.” I cocked my head to the side and stared down at the shirt, crumpled on the ground.
“What is it?” Mandy asked, coming up beside me, only inches away from Michael’s bare ass. Even though she didn’t have a clue, it still made the she-beast in me roar.
“Michael can’t put his clothes on. It seems that while he turned back all ghostly, his clothes didn’t.” I gestured up and down his nude body, which caused him to get hard. “Really?” I raised a brow. “You’re turned on now?”
Michael smiled slightly. “You seem to have that effect on me.” He looked down at his clothes and frowned. “This is an unexpected after-effect.”
I furrowed my brow and scratched my head. “Can’t you just you know, materialize new clothes or something?” Before the words even finished coming out of my mouth, Michael crossed his muscular arms over his chest and clothing appeared. A gray V-neck sweater and tight jeans that hugged his ass like they were made for him. Which they had been.
“Is this better?” Michael asked in a condescending tone.
Pursing my lips, I grunted. “No, not really.” Michael’s smug grin gave me an idea. “Oh, if you can make new clothes, can you —”
“Jane,” Mandy interrupted me. “Can you not talk to him like I’m not in the room?”
My grin fell, and I turned back to my best friend. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel left out. You can relay anything you want to say to Michael through me. I mean, if you have questions or whatever.” I smiled brightly.
Mandy shook her head, rubbing a hand on her temple. “No, no. Not that this isn’t all fascinating - I’m still not sure that it’s not some hallucination - we have other things to worry about.”
I clucked my tongue. “Well, if you’re hallucinating then I am too.”
“That isn’t comforting,” Mandy said sarcastically. She shifted, putting her hands on her hips, exposing her gun and badge clipped to her hip.
“You’re still on duty?” I glanced down at her weaponry. “Don’t you ever take a break? It’s the weekend.”
Mandy rolled her eyes. “Did you forget we are still looking for a missing girl? Which by the way, is the reason I came by.” Mandy paused, and I waited for her to explain herself. “We found Jack. Or at least, an address to check out. I was trying to get a hold of you, so you could come along and do your, you know, psychic thing.” She wiggled her fingers in the air.
“Oh, okay.” I shifted and turned to Michael. “Do you want to come?”
Michael shook his head. “No, I need to check into all this.”
“This?” I squinted at him.
Taking a step toward me, Michael reached out and brushed his fingers along the side of my face. I leaned into the tingling wishing his hand was solid once more. When he dropped his hand, I sighed.
“I must find out more about this blood exchange. What does it mean? Can it be done again?” Michael explained. “I will send Gabriel to help you.”
I shrugged. “Fine, but don’t tell them about us until you find something out. Angels haunting me is already a pain enough, I don’t need them waiting around for me to get hurt so they can drink my blood.”
“That’s how it happened?” Mandy asked, a disgusted look on her face. “He drank your blood? Gross.”
I cocked a brow at her and then ignored her completely. “Just don’t send Lucifer. You know he’ll figure it out right away, and that’s all I need.”
“I thought you wanted him?” Michael asked, no jealousy in his voice but curiosity.
I flushed. “I do, but he can be an insufferable prick when he wants to be. If he finds out we know how to touch, he’ll hound me until I fuck him just so he’ll shut his trap.”
“Very well,” he said, and with that, he was gone.
“What?” Mandy asked, searching around. “What happened? Did he leave?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. “He went wherever.”
“What was that all about?” Mandy touched my shoulder, and I shrugged it off. “Did you two really …?” She gestured to the bed and then back to me.
“Yeah, we did.” I chuckled. “It was fucking fantastic too.” I met Mandy’s eyes and smirked. “Remember that guy, the one in college.”
“Mister All Weekender?” Mandy asked, a grin spreading across her lips. “He’s that good?”
I laughed. “Oh, better. We’re talking about stamina here. And …” I held my hands out in front of me measuring out the approximate size of Michael’s hardware.
“Really?” Mandy’s eyes widened. “Man, not only are these guys real, but they’re well-equipped.” She dragged a hand through her hair, which she had let down after the civic center. A thoughtful look crossed her face, and then she asked, “Do you think one of them might want to be my new fuck buddy?”
The violent reaction I had to Mandy’s question caught me off-guard. “No, absolutely not,” I shouted, glaring at her.
Mandy’s mouth dropped opened, and she took a step backward her hands up in a defensive position. “Jeez, bite my head off. I thought you didn’t like these guys.”
“I don’t,” I grumbled. “Okay, maybe a little. Or a whole lot. I don’t know. They grow on you, and now that I actually have a chance to get physical with them, it makes it all different, you know?” I turned away from Mandy and searched for my purse. If we were going over to Jack’s, I’d need my stuff.
“I understand how you feel.” Mandy followed me toward the door after I grabbed my bag. “There’s this guy at the office that really pushes my buttons, but there’s this magnetism between us that just makes me want to let him bend me over the copy machine and really let me have it.”
I quirked a brow at her. “Really? Cliché much?”
Mandy grinned. “What? I like the classics. Shower sex. Office sex. I’m a shove me up against a tree in the middle of the rain kind of girl.”