The ride to work

After making sure I had everything I needed in my handbag, me and Pixie walked down a couple of floors until we got to the garage. For a moment, I had been scared that I wouldn't see the car there. It was legally mine, but that was only due to a complication that Peter had when trying to get a loan that made it more convenient for me to be one to do it instead. And yet, it was still there, left for me. Shaking off memories that were no longer relevant to my life, I opened the door and got inside. Pixie got in before I could open the opposite door for her, I had forgotten that she could do that, which was likely for the better. Didn't want to have people see me interacting with someone that wasn't there, after all.

"So, accounting, huh." Pixie commented, unsure on what else to say about my profession. "I'll be honest, never quite understood what you people do. I had an accountant as a ringmaster before, recently, but they quit the firm the same they got me. Overdosed within a week. Is it really that bad?" She didn't seem worried that the same fate awaited me, just that she didn't know what else she could say about the subject.

"Well, if he was with a firm, then it's technically not the exact same thing. They were a public accountant, I'm a corporate one." I started driving us.

"What's the difference?" She seemed weirdly curious, but I suspected she wasn't really that interested in the details. She likely just wanted to hear me talk.

"A public accountant works for a firm, and that firm is contacted by a big corporation to get one of their employees to do accounting that the corporation needs done. A corporate accountant is one employed directly by the company they do accounting for. Think of it as the difference of a King negotiating with an assassin guild and having their own assassin they pay gold to every month." I explained it to her.

"Wait, hold on. How is the assassin guild analogy the first one that came into your mind?" Pixie asked me with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought it'd be familiar for you. You're ancient and all, so I thought that something that was common a thousand years ago might feel more easy to understand for you." I giggled at her pouting face.

"I've literally told you that I watch cartoons. Do you really think I'm lost in the modern world or something like that?" She rolled her eyes, acting offended before pinching my thigh trough my slacks.

"Ow! What was that for?" I complained as I rubbed the spot the spot she pinched.

"Partly for treating me as old, partly for not wearing skirt instead." She shrugged as she told me that, before making a 'V' with her fingers and raising it towards her mouth so she could lick it. "A skirt would have made it way easier for me to give you oral while you drive me there."

I blushed at what she proposed. "You can't be serious about that, right?" My chest started feeling uncomfortably hot.

"What? Like I said, I can be a pretty good fuck-buddy. And the way you looked at me while in bed tells me that you're not disinterested in us having some fun. I know the stare of a thirsty human, Veronica. You're gonna die if you don't take a sip soon." She was flirting hard, and I was very lucky that we had to stop due to a red light. I felt like I might have bumped another car in my distracted state, otherwise.

"Pixie, please, use your brain if you have one. I'm trying to drive here. What do you think is going to happen if you do that to me while I'm driving? Because I think it's going to end with me crashing into something, and probably dying." I tried to be reasonable with her, but she simply slithered towards me, running a finger across my ring.

"Maybe you could make a wish to make sure that doesn't happen, then?"