Page 62 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Nothing, boss!” Azazel’s laugh turned nervous. “Nothi—ugh, can’t… breathe…”

Something thumped against the floor, maybe Azazel.

“Go.” Mr. Heiss was calm once more. “Tell Tanze to get back to fucking work and find Mitternatcht. Now.”

“Yes, boss.”

Silence followed, and Indy assumed Azazel had left. He wondered why Azazel had laughed about Mr. Heiss saying he was still trying to figure out how to kill Indy. Yes, hearing that had stung, but it was a good reminder that Mr. Heiss was not exactly boyfriend material. He wanted the ring and that was that.

Still weird that Azazel had laughed.

Footsteps approached, signaling Mr. Heiss coming into the room.

Indy remained as he was and kept his breath steady like he was still asleep.

Mr. Heiss came up to the bed.

And…

Just stood there.

He was watching Indy sleep.

Creepy.

But fine, yes, it was a little sweet and not in line with the whole wanting to kill Indy.

Mr. Heiss lightly petted Indy’s hair, pushing a few waves off his face.

Indy drowsily turned toward the touch with a sigh. He was hopelessly confused, but he found himself desperate for the simple affection. It warmed him in a way he had trouble explaining, and he knew he needed to pretend to wake up now and end this.

But he didn’t.

Mr. Heiss stepped away, but he hadn’t left the room. Wherever he was, he wasn’t moving now. Maybe he was doing some more creeping, but Indy didn’t have the feeling that he was being watched right now.

And he could hear birds.

What the hell?

Indy peeked open one eye to investigate.

Mr. Heiss stood beside an open window, but it wasn’t showing a view of the city.

It was a forest, green and lush and beautiful. It was drizzling even though sunlight was peeking through the thick canopy, and the birds’ singing made it sound like it was early in the morning though it definitely wasn’t.

Indy decided this was as good a time as any to give up the ruse, so he stretched and grunted noisily as he pretended to wake up. He rolled over on his back, his eyes still half closed, and he reached down to palm his cock through his pants.

Mr. Heiss hastily cleared his throat.

“Oh.” Indy gazed sleepily over at Mr. Heiss, but he didn’t move his hand. “You know I usually charge if you want to watch.”

Mr. Heiss turned his back to Indy with a sigh, and the window vanished. “I believe your Gammy is almost done with your juice.”

“Is that excitement I hear?” Indy wiggled his hips. “Want to take me for a test drive after I get it?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? I thought we had fun today. Had some drinks, met your family, went to the beach… No dinner though. Rude.” Indy yawned as he sat up. “Oh yeah, and Diet Pepsi is fucking disgusting.”