Page 59 of Monsterland Mayhem

However, I grab a pair of gray sweats and nothing else. I even leave my cards behind, choosing to be simply me for the first time in eons.

This morning—which is technically closer to noon—is all about relaxing.

Running my fingers through my still-damp hair, I waltz back into the bedroom and consider my gorgeous little vixen.

She’s going to be hungry when she wakes. Thirsty, too.

Wandering back to the door, I undo the magic trap waiting for her and head into the kitchen to place an order on the lily pad. It’s a computerized system highlighted with magic that lets me select all sorts of foods and drinks.

Not knowing what Ailsa will want, I basically order the entire list and send it off.

Catum or Krolic will handle the bill. Typically, they would use their magic to handle the order, too. But I told them I would do it.

They’ll probably regret that when they see I ordered, well, everything.

Whistling once more, I return to the bedroom to find Ailsa right where I left her.

She’s restless, though, likely from me making noise. Zipping my lips, I crawl into the bed beside her and move as close to her as I can without touching her.

Ailsa releases a soft little noise, one that sounds a lot like satisfaction, and snuggles back into her pillow.

I say nothing and don’t move, curious as to if she’ll rouse again. But instead, she falls into a deeper sleep.

Hmm. I suppose an hour or two of rest won’t hurt anything.

The food and drinks will keep in the dining area, thanks to special Tavern enchantments.

Yawning, I close my eyes.

And startle awake some time later when I hear a gasp from the female in my bed.

Peeking at her through long lashes, I turn and check the time. It’s only been thirty minutes. Snorting, I roll back to my side and shut my eyes again. “Go back to sleep, Ailsa.”

“Craze?”

“Hmm?” I hum, utterly knackered. Which is really her fault. Had she been awake when I snuggled into the bed, I wouldn’t have fallen asleep at all. But now that I’ve experienced a little bit of rest, I want more.

“Oh my Gods, it was real,” she breathes, the cover rustling as she flies upward in the bed. “I… It wasn’t… it wasn’t a dream at all!”

I peek at her again. “What are you going on about?”

“Master Pillar and Krolic kissed me!” she exclaims. “Everywhere.”

Mmm, okay. I appear to be waking up again. Propping myself up on an elbow, I look up at her. “Care to elaborate?” I ask.

She blinks at me. “What happened to your skull face?”

“I washed it off,” I tell her before returning to the more important topic at hand. “So where exactly did they kiss you?”

“Why?” she asks.

“Because I would really like to know more about it.” I glance down at her exposed tits. “In full detail, please.”

“No, I mean, why did you wash it off?”

I slowly return my gaze to her pretty face. “Because I don’t have to hide here.”

She blinks again. “You normally have to hide?”