Possessed By You (Overworld Underground Book 1) by John Corwin Page B
Authors: John Corwin
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"Well, I should be going to bed."
"Aw, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Isabel's eyebrows pinched with worry.
"No, it's not that. I really need to sleep. Early morning."
Isabel touched my arm as I tried to rise. "Em, I know you don't like to talk about it, but you're letting he-who-shall-go-unnamed control your life. He's a total douchebag with a tiny little dick. Do not give him this kind of control."
My heart ached at her words. At the thought of my ex. I knew she was right, but it was so hard to forget and move on. "Peter doesn't actually have a tiny dick."
She burst into laughter. "How would you know? Have you seen any others to compare it with?"
"Of course. I—I've seen pictures. I'm not completely sheltered." I shrugged. "And I did have a boyfriend in high school too."
"As if I don't remember Dave. I still don't know how you resisted that boy."
"We messed around a little."
"And you're just telling me this now?" Isabel looked hurt.
"I was embarrassed." I looked away from her. "You know how hard it is for me to talk about that stuff."
"That stuff is called sex, sweetie." She sighed. Chuckled. "You're hopeless. How in the world you could be my best friend and still remain so uptight is beyond me." Her hand squeezed my arm. "I've failed you. I know that now. It's time for me to take you under my wing and teach you karate ." She said the last word in a terrible Japanese accent.
We burst into laughter. The pain lifted from my chest. Listening to her might be a good thing, I supposed.
"It's so strange. Most preachers' daughters go crazy in college," Isabel said. "Your dad must have really frightened the hell out of you."
I shook my head. "Yeah, right. My dad doesn't scare anyone."
She chuckled. "I know. He's such a nice guy. You do realize he and your mom had to get it on for you to come into this world, right? Even preachers have to—"
"Oh, ugh!" I said, holding up a hand and gagging. "Don't say another word."
We talked a bit more, and then I headed to bed. The wine must have done a number on me, because I didn't lay awake for long before drifting to sleep.
Excitement fluttered through me as I prepared for work the next day, despite the ungodly hour. I caught myself humming Thomas's karaoke song from the previous night, or rather trying to rap under my breath as I put my lunch in a container.
"Oh lord, I have it bad," I said. But the truth was, I couldn't wait to see Thomas. Couldn't wait to see the twinkle in his lovely eyes.
As I walked along, my mental radar pinged. I looked up from my phone and saw George Walker leaning against the wall.
He smiled and pushed himself upright. "Good morning."
I stopped and stared at him. "Did you catch Stephen?"
George shook his head. "We were unable to find him."
Disappointment dampened my cheery mood. Seeing this man again brought back to mind the multitude of questions I had for him. "How did you even know about the attack in the first place?"
"There were eye-witness accounts about an incident at the pub down the road." He motioned in the direction of Gronsky's. "The bartender told me you and your roommate had mentioned something about an attack."
"Have you questioned my roommate?" I knew he couldn't have because Isabel would have told me about it the instant I saw her.
He shook his head. "We really don't want word of this getting out. It's best if we limit who knows about the investigation."
"What would the CDC want with a rapist?" I felt my eyebrows raise. "Is he one of those loons who tries to spread contagious diseases?" The mere thought of what he could've given Isabel by biting her made my stomach contract painfully.
"I can assure you that he's not contagious. I can't go further into why we're interested in him, but it's still imperative we get him off the streets." George gave me a discerning look and abruptly changed the subject. "You knew I was here before you looked up."
I felt acutely uncomfortable at his question. "Just a feeling I was
"Aw, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Isabel's eyebrows pinched with worry.
"No, it's not that. I really need to sleep. Early morning."
Isabel touched my arm as I tried to rise. "Em, I know you don't like to talk about it, but you're letting he-who-shall-go-unnamed control your life. He's a total douchebag with a tiny little dick. Do not give him this kind of control."
My heart ached at her words. At the thought of my ex. I knew she was right, but it was so hard to forget and move on. "Peter doesn't actually have a tiny dick."
She burst into laughter. "How would you know? Have you seen any others to compare it with?"
"Of course. I—I've seen pictures. I'm not completely sheltered." I shrugged. "And I did have a boyfriend in high school too."
"As if I don't remember Dave. I still don't know how you resisted that boy."
"We messed around a little."
"And you're just telling me this now?" Isabel looked hurt.
"I was embarrassed." I looked away from her. "You know how hard it is for me to talk about that stuff."
"That stuff is called sex, sweetie." She sighed. Chuckled. "You're hopeless. How in the world you could be my best friend and still remain so uptight is beyond me." Her hand squeezed my arm. "I've failed you. I know that now. It's time for me to take you under my wing and teach you karate ." She said the last word in a terrible Japanese accent.
We burst into laughter. The pain lifted from my chest. Listening to her might be a good thing, I supposed.
"It's so strange. Most preachers' daughters go crazy in college," Isabel said. "Your dad must have really frightened the hell out of you."
I shook my head. "Yeah, right. My dad doesn't scare anyone."
She chuckled. "I know. He's such a nice guy. You do realize he and your mom had to get it on for you to come into this world, right? Even preachers have to—"
"Oh, ugh!" I said, holding up a hand and gagging. "Don't say another word."
We talked a bit more, and then I headed to bed. The wine must have done a number on me, because I didn't lay awake for long before drifting to sleep.
Excitement fluttered through me as I prepared for work the next day, despite the ungodly hour. I caught myself humming Thomas's karaoke song from the previous night, or rather trying to rap under my breath as I put my lunch in a container.
"Oh lord, I have it bad," I said. But the truth was, I couldn't wait to see Thomas. Couldn't wait to see the twinkle in his lovely eyes.
As I walked along, my mental radar pinged. I looked up from my phone and saw George Walker leaning against the wall.
He smiled and pushed himself upright. "Good morning."
I stopped and stared at him. "Did you catch Stephen?"
George shook his head. "We were unable to find him."
Disappointment dampened my cheery mood. Seeing this man again brought back to mind the multitude of questions I had for him. "How did you even know about the attack in the first place?"
"There were eye-witness accounts about an incident at the pub down the road." He motioned in the direction of Gronsky's. "The bartender told me you and your roommate had mentioned something about an attack."
"Have you questioned my roommate?" I knew he couldn't have because Isabel would have told me about it the instant I saw her.
He shook his head. "We really don't want word of this getting out. It's best if we limit who knows about the investigation."
"What would the CDC want with a rapist?" I felt my eyebrows raise. "Is he one of those loons who tries to spread contagious diseases?" The mere thought of what he could've given Isabel by biting her made my stomach contract painfully.
"I can assure you that he's not contagious. I can't go further into why we're interested in him, but it's still imperative we get him off the streets." George gave me a discerning look and abruptly changed the subject. "You knew I was here before you looked up."
I felt acutely uncomfortable at his question. "Just a feeling I was
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