Page 134 of Demons Dig Donuts

“That’s not creepy at all.” Indy made a face as Mr. Heiss led him to the bedroom. “You just keep a magical skull locked up in the safe?”

“Yes.” Mr. Heiss snorted.

“Not surprising. It is a pretty asshole thing to do.”

“Well, this asshole needs to speak to you.” Mr. Heiss opened the bedroom door to usher Indy inside.

“I didn’t do it and you can’t prove anything,” Indy said sweetly, strutting forward.

“As a matter of fact, you did do it.” Mr. Heiss headed in behind Indy and then shut the door. “It’s about your deal with Mr. Kalt. There are a few things I would like to discuss.”

Shit.

Shitty shit shitterton.

They absolutely would not be discussing that.

Nope to the fucking nope.

Not now, not ever.

Okay, fuck.

Indy had to think.

He had to do something.

Anything.

So, he pounced.

Indy swung his arms around Mr. Heiss’s neck and clung to him tightly, kissing him hard and fast. This was a great idea, yes. In fact, it was brilliant. Mr. Heiss wouldn’t be able to say no, they’d have great sex, and then Mr. Heiss would forget all about ever wanting to talk about Mr. Kalt and Indy’s deal.

Yup.

Perfect plan.

Mr. Heiss grunted, but he caught Indy and held him close. “Easy now,” he soothed. “There is no need—”

“Definitely a need,” Indy corrected. “As in, I am not getting fucked right now and that is a problem.”

“Oh, is it?” Mr. Heiss picked Indy up, laughing. “Is this leftover adrenaline from the battle? Hormones? Or do you simply have a kink for almost dying?”

“All of the above. Yes. Whatever answer gets you naked fastest.”

Mr. Heiss smiled wryly as he carried Indy over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress and positioned Indy in his lap. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re trying to distract me.”

“Well.” Indy bumped their noses together, and he grinned as Mr. Heiss shifted into his demonic body. “Seems like it’s working. Let’s get going—” He coughed.

Fuck.

Indy slapped his hand to his mouth and turned, coughing again.

He hadn’t even felt a tickle, not a lick of pain warning him this was about to happen, and yet now his chest had seized up and he tasted blood.

“Indy?” Mr. Heiss patted Indy’s back. “Are you all right?”

“What? I’m fine.” Indy swallowed back the blood in his mouth and dropped his hand. “Now, where were we? Right. Putting parts of your body inside my body—”