and he shimmered into his beast, tearing through the trees. Trying to run from his anger. He hadn’t lost control of his shift like that since he was 14. He shuddered and kept running, the thought of Terri with another man spurring him on.
Chapter Five
Terri was peeved. She’d come back to the front desk to find that someone had cracked the screen on her phone. Who would do that and not even stop to apologise? The phone still kind of worked but a corner of the screen was fuzzy. Some people really were unbelievable.
She jabbed at her computer crossly. She had also noted that there were no new phone calls or texts from Mal. But of course that wasn’t what annoyed her. No it was definitely all about the phone. Definitely .
Terri had spent the morning restacking the library shelves. All things considered she had been feeling pretty calm.
After another long and productive shower with Mal that morning she had insisted he go to work. He was concerned about the incident the previous night and had wanted to stay with her but she had waved away his worries. After five orgasms she felt so tranquil that the building could fall down around her and she wouldn’t be bothered.
She had easily convinced herself that it had been a teenage prank and had almost convinced him too. While she had slept that morning Mal had already painted her door once and promised to return and give it another coat.
She had come downstairs to find a bunch of carnations on her kitchen table. She was a little surprised that Mal had not brought them upstairs to her. He was kind of like a puppy, always wanting approval, yet he had not wanted to see her reaction to them. The thought was nice though.
The card said ‘hope you appreciate d the sentiment last night’. That was even odder. Did he mean when he introduced her to his parents? The card and flowers just seemed like such an ‘un-Mal’ thing to do. Not that she was complaining. Although she would have preferred lilies, carnations always feel like gravestone flowers to her.
Perhaps she should just call Mal. Instead of crying over the fact that he doesn’t call her why doesn’t she just call him?
She picked up her phone and it rang in her hand. Uh oh . The ringtone was Wagner ‘Ride of the Valkyries’, in other words it was her sister. Terri clicked answer.
“What did you say to Gary?” No hello, no how are you, just straight to business thought Terri sourly.
“Who?”
“Dr Gary! Aaron’s partner you were supposed to be going on a date with.” Terri could her sister’s tiny foot tapping impatiently.
“I never actually said I would...”
Jessica harrumphed. “One minute he’s all keen to meet you, so I gave him your phone number, and the next he’s all jittery and says he’s changed his mind.”
“I have no idea what his problem is and I don’t care. And stop giving out my number to random men without my permission!” Terri said firmly.
Jessica was silent for a couple of seconds. “I’m sorry Terri,” she said in her small pouty voice. The voice that got her a BMW when she was 16, the voice that got her an off campus apartment when she was 18, the voice that got her a honeymoon in Paris.
Terri groaned. “It’s fine. I’m just not interested in Gary, I’m sorry.”
Jessica sighed. “Well... it’s his loss. Anyway, I really rang you to ask if you and mother could babysit for us tonight. It’s Hilda’s night off and Aaron and I have tickets for the theatre. Mother already said yes.”
As annoying as Jessica was Terri did love her little nieces. Her mother would be next to no help, not having actually had much to do with her own children growing up, but still at least she could point out what Terri was doing wrong.
“Sure, I’d be happy to. I have to go I have a customer.”
Jessica told her to come by for 6.30pm and hung up.
With a little apprehension Terri turned her
Chapter Five
Terri was peeved. She’d come back to the front desk to find that someone had cracked the screen on her phone. Who would do that and not even stop to apologise? The phone still kind of worked but a corner of the screen was fuzzy. Some people really were unbelievable.
She jabbed at her computer crossly. She had also noted that there were no new phone calls or texts from Mal. But of course that wasn’t what annoyed her. No it was definitely all about the phone. Definitely .
Terri had spent the morning restacking the library shelves. All things considered she had been feeling pretty calm.
After another long and productive shower with Mal that morning she had insisted he go to work. He was concerned about the incident the previous night and had wanted to stay with her but she had waved away his worries. After five orgasms she felt so tranquil that the building could fall down around her and she wouldn’t be bothered.
She had easily convinced herself that it had been a teenage prank and had almost convinced him too. While she had slept that morning Mal had already painted her door once and promised to return and give it another coat.
She had come downstairs to find a bunch of carnations on her kitchen table. She was a little surprised that Mal had not brought them upstairs to her. He was kind of like a puppy, always wanting approval, yet he had not wanted to see her reaction to them. The thought was nice though.
The card said ‘hope you appreciate d the sentiment last night’. That was even odder. Did he mean when he introduced her to his parents? The card and flowers just seemed like such an ‘un-Mal’ thing to do. Not that she was complaining. Although she would have preferred lilies, carnations always feel like gravestone flowers to her.
Perhaps she should just call Mal. Instead of crying over the fact that he doesn’t call her why doesn’t she just call him?
She picked up her phone and it rang in her hand. Uh oh . The ringtone was Wagner ‘Ride of the Valkyries’, in other words it was her sister. Terri clicked answer.
“What did you say to Gary?” No hello, no how are you, just straight to business thought Terri sourly.
“Who?”
“Dr Gary! Aaron’s partner you were supposed to be going on a date with.” Terri could her sister’s tiny foot tapping impatiently.
“I never actually said I would...”
Jessica harrumphed. “One minute he’s all keen to meet you, so I gave him your phone number, and the next he’s all jittery and says he’s changed his mind.”
“I have no idea what his problem is and I don’t care. And stop giving out my number to random men without my permission!” Terri said firmly.
Jessica was silent for a couple of seconds. “I’m sorry Terri,” she said in her small pouty voice. The voice that got her a BMW when she was 16, the voice that got her an off campus apartment when she was 18, the voice that got her a honeymoon in Paris.
Terri groaned. “It’s fine. I’m just not interested in Gary, I’m sorry.”
Jessica sighed. “Well... it’s his loss. Anyway, I really rang you to ask if you and mother could babysit for us tonight. It’s Hilda’s night off and Aaron and I have tickets for the theatre. Mother already said yes.”
As annoying as Jessica was Terri did love her little nieces. Her mother would be next to no help, not having actually had much to do with her own children growing up, but still at least she could point out what Terri was doing wrong.
“Sure, I’d be happy to. I have to go I have a customer.”
Jessica told her to come by for 6.30pm and hung up.
With a little apprehension Terri turned her
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