‘Ssh,’ said Issy. ‘I know, but don’t tell everyone.’
He was wide-eyed and pale as he looked up at Axe.Who was standing over the human like he was measuring her professor for a death shroud.
What the hell kind of professor is this, Axe thought as he loomed over the human waste of space with the hipster clothes, the full head of hair, and the come-hither-you-college-coed eyes.Professors were supposed to be old, bushy-browed, tweed-wearing anachronisms, the kind of males where, even on a deserted island with the fate of the race in jeopardy, no female would ever look twice at them, much less consider procreating with them without a loaded gun to the head.Oh, and then top off all the totally-not-old-and-elbow-padded with the fact that the miserable bastard had been staring at Elise like she was the single most gorgeous female on the planet?
He needed to kill the bastard right here, right now—Oh, I’m sorry, Elise said quickly. This is my, ah, he’s my—
Bodyguard, Axe snapped. I’m here to keep punks away from her.
And how’d you like a demonstration, you pencil-necked psychology- spouting whatever-the-fuck. How ’bout I break both your thighbones and use the splintered end of one of them to clean my teeth—after I rip your throat out with my canines—It’s okay, said Nina. She gave the girl her best smile. You can just come in, she said. I don’t mind. Just come and have a look, you don’t have to buy anything.
Neh, it’s okay, said the girl, and walked away with her head down.It had been a more successful launch than Nina could possibly have imagined, and she drove back later that afternoon full of the joys, and with a bottle of Prosecco, which they used to toast their enormous (relative) success (Well, I did do the painting, said Surinder). Then they sat in the sitting room while Nina got down to doing the books and checking to see what she needed to order next.
This is the less glamorous side of running your own business, pointed out Surinder.Wait till I get a puncture, said Nina. Oh Lord, I’m so tired.