Deadly Desires

Oysters and confessions

"Do you like cherries? You do don't you, they're good for you Ivy!" My grandma says as she reaches for a box of fresh cherries from the cooler.

"Yes, Mémé, I do like them a lot," I say, taking the pack from her and dropping it in the cart.

Honestly, this is what I get for agreeing to help her with her shopping. A trip that should take ten minutes has almost taken twenty. She had five things written on her list of things to get. My eyes move to the cart and I stare at the ten different assortments of foods in the cart.

Uh-huh.

"Mémé, do you need anything else?"

"I need to be twenty years old dancing in the clubs in Paris." She replies, with a deep sigh.

"Right well, in the meantime is there anything you want from this grocery store in New York?" I specify with a smile, oh my grandma did crack me up.

"Yes, oysters please and then I'll be finished." She says, with a wink as she pushes the cart down the aisle.

"Oysters? Since when have you liked those?" I ask her, following behind as I shut the doors she just left hanging open.

"I read online they were the food of love and a good way to meet new people, for romance." My grandma adds, I stop walking and stare at her. Causing her to turn around.

"Mémé, you want a new husband?" I ask her. I suppose the idea wasn't entirely absurd. It's just that my grandma was almost seventy and she hadn't been with any man since my grandpa died when I was four. I don't know why now she wanted love. 

"Did I say anything about a husband? I just want some fun before I die," She says, looking away to inspect some plates.

I roll my eyes when she isn't looking, honestly, I'd love to meet any man who she deems decent enough to date. My grandma taught me to have extremely high expectations.

Probably why I was twenty-five and I'd only had two boyfriends. 

"Okay, I'll go get the oysters, you stay here." I tell her before quickly walking down the aisles towards the back of the store, if I had to listen to Katy Perrys 'Last Friday Night' on blast one more time I was going to shut my head in the freezer.

I reach for a packet of oysters and flip it over to check the expiration date, "You should always get the ones at the back, the expiration date is longer." A voice says behind me.

A male voice. He sounds hot with a deep and raspy voice. Maybe these oysters do work after all.

"Is that so?" I say with a smile as I turn around, only to be greeted by a demon in a human suit.

Nikolai Romanov.

Why the hell was he in my local grocery store? Though I could admit he dressed like an ordinary citizen. He wore some baggy jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles, my eyes briefly dropped to his arms and I stifled a sigh. It wasn't fair someone so awful had such good arms.

"If you're allowed to gawk at me like that am I allowed to do the same?" Nikolai asked, breaking my train of thought. My eyes met his just in time to catch them as they dropped to my chest.

Unfortunately, for him, it was winter so I was all wrapped up in a jacket and a black jumper. Leaving nothing exposed, he'd have to get a glance at my tits another time.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, accusingly. He couldn't be here to kill me. No way would he shoot me dead in the seafood aisle and if he was going to attack me later he wouldn't be here talking to me now.