“Hi there. I do hope I can help you with something.”
“Well, actually, I was here to speak with Brian, if that’s okay, but you’ll certainly do until he’s finished doing… well, whatever it is he’s doing.”
Brian’s arms collapsed, not through fatigue, but mere shock at the tones of that voice. Scrambling to his feet and spitting sand, he rubbed his eyes and stared.
“Scylla?”
“Hi,” she waved, smiling, eyes flashing with amusement at his shock.
“How do you know Hel-, erm, Brian?” Gertie asked, trying her best to not let her eyes rove up and down the Water Nymph’s wetsuit clad form.
“I met him last weekend on his business trip to Newquay,” she replied. “Thought I’d pop down and pay him a surprise visit. He didn’t tell me he had such a pretty young friend.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Gertie said, darting a meaningful glare at Brian, though what meaning it carried, he hadn’t a hanging clue. “Are you going to introduce us?”
Brian groaned inwardly.
“Gertie, Scylla. Scylla, Gertie.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
“Likewise.”
The pair shook hands lightly, a shake that went on for a fraction of a second longer than Brian was comfortable with.
“Well now you’re here,” Gertie told Scylla, “I’m sure Brian can take a break from his training for a bit. Fancy a drink?”
“Oh, yes. Know any good pubs?”
“Right this way!”
The pair hooked arms and strode off down the beach, leaving a bewildered Brian standing in the sand. Cunting fuck nuggets, how the hell was he going to play this? He glanced into the shimmering seawater beside him. XII’s reflection was there, staring back up at him. It shrugged.
“I’ve got nothing, lad. Sorry.”
As the two began to recede down the beach, they turned back to him and Scylla called out.
“Coming Brian? Or shall we get this party started without you?”
Gertie whispered something into the Nymph’s ear and the pair burst out laughing. Brian would have flushed, had his face not already been bright red from his handstands. Hurrying to catch up, he cursed.
The second unusual three-way in as many nights had suddenly landed in his lap, it seemed. And yet, should Gertie find out the truth behind this newcomer, it promised to end up even more bloody than the first. Not for the first time, Brian longed for his ordinary life back. A life where women, supernatural or otherwise, had never spared him so much as a second glance.
It might have been boring, but good God, it would have been a whole lot simpler.
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