Fae by Email

FAE BY EMAIL

By

A.J. Cove

© copyright by A.J. Cove, June 2007
Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, June 2007
ISBN 973-1-60394-041-2
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
www.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

Chapter One

“Come on, Maiven,” Jeb coaxed, his eyes clearly ripping her clothes off as he leaned his narrow hip against the edge of her desk, “you’re a bitch in heat and you know it.”

Maiven tossed the day-old contents of her favorite kitty mug into his face, “Get the hell out, Jeb. I’m not telling you again.”

With a move faster than lightening, Jeb enclosed her wrist with talon-like fingers, gripping so tightly, Maiven cried out at the pain. She tugged to free herself, even scratching at his hand to no avail.

“Stop it, Jeb. Let me go.”

Just inches from her face, his seedy eyes narrowed and his rancid breath cut off her oxygen supply. He spat his usual threat. At times like this, she knew she was trapped and had no way out.

“At the snap of my fingers, I can have your legs spread and take what I want, as often as I want.” He shoved her away from him so that she caught a bare heel against the edge of the small file cabinet and fell heavily into her seat. The aged metal creaked in protest under her weight and she righted herself with trembling hands on the arms of the chair.

“You have no right--”

“I have every right!” He grabbed a hand full of her hair and bent forward again, inhaling its honey scent. “Mmm, that’s nice. Just remember, Mai. I own you.”

She sat silently enduring his treatment. She’d pushed him too far by tossing the coffee at him. If she could have called it back, she would have. It didn’t pay to antagonize him. Not ever. She was lucky this time. He didn’t hit her.

When he was quiet too long, she risked a look up at him. The tiny bloodshot eyes were full of lust and locked on her nipples, plainly outlined through her Hello Kitty nightie. She hated how often he managed to catch her before she was able to dress in the morning.

She despised his greasy black hair, too long as it hung in thick clumps past his hairy ears. The dull brown eyes, the elongated nose, the fishy lips along with a ridiculously thin body all culminated to make up the man she hated most in the world. He was her employer and the one who had held her prisoner from the day she turned eighteen, ten years ago. Was her crime, so long ago, worth this almost daily humiliation?

“No, don’t hide those jugs from me, Mai. Let me get my eyes full.” He yanked on the arm covering her breasts. She flinched at the vulgar term and Jeb laughed in her face. “Aww, the little princess doesn’t like my fancy language?”

“Get out of here, Jeb. Let me get back to work. Gambling takes concentration.” She attempted to swivel her chair to face her computer, but he stopped her.

“Concentration, huh? Not for you. Anyway, you’ll get back to work when I say you do and not a minute sooner.” A bony hand slid over the gunk in his hair, before he mashed it against the leg of his jeans.

He was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it to him. Gambling, her glamorous profession, came somewhat easily--most of the time. And Jeb wasn’t above cashing in on it with his constant threats of prison for her if she didn’t do what he said. His ‘no statute of limitations on murder, Maiven’ had her doing his bidding for years.

He must be down on his luck again. It was the only time he stayed around long enough to ride her back. When things were going well, Jeb was nowhere to be seen, which was how Mai liked it. She made him the money and he spent it on fast girls, trying to impress them with wealth he didn’t have. Then he’d come back, putting pressure on Mai to produce.

And when he didn’t have the money to buy his own girls, he sniffed around her. But she’d told him from day one, she’d rather rot in a hundred jails than jump into his bed for a second. It must be the only reason why he had never followed up on his threat to take her against her will. Well, that and Mrs. Kitt.

As if on cue, she had just caught the delicate tinkle of Mrs. Kitt’s bell, when she hopped up to Mai’s kitchen windowsill. With the welcome sound, it was only a matter of seconds before she would be free of Jeb for at least another two days.

The lustful expression on Jeb’s face froze in place. The fingers of one hand worried a matted lock of hair and he began a careful inching toward the door. Mai suppressed a giggle. As if an animal wouldn’t smell his funky breath long before it entered the room, she thought.

She eased back in her chair until the rusty gears allowed her to tilt enough to view the doorway. Mrs. Kitt paused on entrance with one front paw raised as if questioning whether her nose and her keen eyes were fooling her. She nodded at her kitty, knowing Mrs. Kitt would take care of Jeb.

Mai returned her amused gaze to her boss who was still slowly making his way to the door. When Mrs. Kitt let go of a growl fit to put the fear of feline in a bulldog, Jeb screeched like a girl and barrowed through Mai’s office door, across the living room, and slammed into the closed front door. Before he could grasp the door knob and stifle the blood streaming from his nose, Mrs. Kitt swiped a claw across his bare ankle. A moment later, Jeb was gone. Mai tumbled over onto the carpet holding her stomach and laughing.

“Mrs. Kitt, you got him good,” she shrieked between giggles. With a mewl and confident stroll, her pet returned. Mai could almost see the snap of furry fingers in the air. “I don’t know why Jeb’s so terrified of you, Mrs. Kitt, but good riddance. Now I have to take a shower and scrub down the place to get rid of his smell.”

She lifted her pet onto her lap and stroked her lovingly. “He’s so stupid, Mrs. Kitt, scared of an ordinary cat.” She held the cat up, and stared into its face, eye to eye. “What, is he scared you’ll tell his secrets or something? Well, just don’t tell mine.”