“I want to show you the room,” he whispered against my ear, flicking his tongue up and down before sucking my lobe.
“Mmm,” I replied as he carried me down the hallway. There was a room to my left, which I hadn’t noticed when I’d first arrived. “What is…?”
He shushed me, placing his hand over my lips. “It’s my green room,” he muttered, pushing the door open.
“Your what?” Before he could reply, I turned around and saw a room filled with all green furniture. Green whips, green dildos, green everything. “What the...” I shut up and kept looking around. “This is kind of weird, babe…”
“I know,” he said with a deep tone of voice. When I turned back to him, my throat burned as a scream escaped me. I was staring at a huge, green man who was holding me against his body. His eyes were glowing green and he held me up. “Incredible Hulk wants to smash you!”
“Holy shit!” I screamed, shaking myself from a very weird, twisted nightmare. Within seconds, Tristan was standing at his bedroom window, looking at me.
“Are you okay?”
I looked down to see I was wearing a white tank top with white panties and no bra. I screamed again, covering my chest with a blanket. “Oh my God, go away!” I hissed, freaking out.
“I’m sorry! I heard you scream and…” He paused and raised an eyebrow, looking into my eyes. “Did you just have a sex dream?” He started chuckling, covering his mouth with his hand. “You just had a sex dream.”
“Go away!” I said, leaping up from my bed and closing my window shades.
“Okay, okay, you nasty woman, you. I told you about those books.”
My cheeks blushed over, and I collapsed back on my bed, pulling the cover over my head.
Freaking Incredible Hulk. Freaking Tristan Cole.
Chapter Twenty
Elizabeth
“You’ve been avoiding eye contact with me all day,” Tristan said as he moved some items around in Needful Things. I sat at the counter, watching Mr. Henson make me an herbal tea mixture. Emma and Zeus were running around on a hunt for random objects in the store. We’d been coming to Mr. Henson’s shop weekly now for tea, hot cocoa, and every now and again a tarot reading. I was beginning to love the place. “You don’t have to be shy about it, I’m pretty sure it happens to everyone,” Tristan explained.
“What are you talking about? I’m not avoiding you. And I don’t know what happens to everyone because nothing happened to me.” I huffed, totally avoiding his stare. Each time I looked at him I couldn’t stop blushing and imagining his shirt bursting open as he transformed into a beast.
“It was just a sex dream,” he said.
“It wasn’t a sex dream!” I vocalized, sounding a little too guilty.
Tristan turned to Mr. Henson with a smug smirk on his face. “Elizabeth was having a sex dream last night.”
“Shut up, Tristan!” I screamed, slamming my hands against the table. My face was beet red, and I couldn’t stop it from heating up.
Mr. Henson looked at me, and then at my tea mixture, and added a few more herbs. “Sex dreams are normal.”
“Was it a good sex dream?” Tristan badgered me. I was five seconds away from figuring out a way I could beat him up.
My lips parted to deny the dream, but I couldn’t. My hands cupped my face and I sighed heavily. “We aren’t talking about this.”
“Come on, you have to tell us now,” he said, walking over to sit on the stool beside me.
I twisted away from him.
He took my stool and twisted me back toward him.
“Oh crap,” he muttered, looking at me with eyes filled with understanding.
“Shut up, Tristan!” I muttered again, unable to look at him for too long.
“You had a sex dream about me?!” he hollered, and I slugged him in the arm as a reflex at his words.
Mr. Henson chortled. “Plot twist.”
A wicked smile spread across Tristan’s face and it was official: I. Am. Dying! He leaned in and whispered, “Did I do that thing with my tongue to your lips?”
I blushed. “Which lips are we talking about?” I whispered back.
His wolfish grin deepened. “You filthy, filthy girl.”
Pushing myself off my stool, my eyes met Mr. Henson. “Can I get that in a to-go cup?”
“Oh, come on, Elizabeth, I need to know more!” Tristan said, laughing at my embarrassment. I ignored him and took my tea, which Mr. Henson had transferred to a to-go cup.
“I’m not talking to you,” I said, moving to leave the store. “Come on, Emma, let’s go.”
“Just a few more details!” he begged as I held the front door open.
A heavy sigh left me and I turned his way. “You took me to a green room where you transformed into a green monster and started smashing me around the room. And I mean ‘smashing’ in every possible sense of the word.”
Blinking eyes. Blinking eyes. Blank stare. Blank stare. “Come again?”
His paramount confusion almost made me burst into laughter. “You wanted to know.”
“You’re a really, really odd woman.”