Things get awkward

The enormity of what you both had done came crashing down after a few moments. Selena recoiled away, staring at you wide-eyed and deeply uncomfortable. Your head ached, and the heat of passion you had previously felt was replaced by a cold shame that filled your being.

“Fuck,” you cursed. “That was so fucking warped…”

She winced and hurriedly dressed herself. She would not look at you, instead going over to the book and slamming it shut. “Victor must have boobytrapped it,” she said, back towards you. “A lust spell to ward against anyone who might try to steal his secrets.”

You dressed and then went over to look at the book. It still felt warm with magical energy. “Is this the page?” You asked, gesturing down but being careful to avoid direct eye contact with the page.

“Yes,” her lips pressed into a line. “I’m not sure what we could do about it though.”

An idea struck you, and you took out your phone. A few snaps and you found that the pages were perfectly readable through the lens of a digital photo. Selena stared in wonderment at your phone, a question burning in her mind. “There are a lot of extras with this cell phone,” you explained.

She nodded uncertainly, and then left the room. She appeared a moment later, her hands full with a stack of fifty dollar bills. “Here,” she said, “this should hold you over for a while.” Sensing your confusion, she clarified, “I don’t….think I can have you around at the moment,” her cheeks coloured. “Not after what just happened.”

You were disappointed, but you couldn’t really blame her either. “I’m staying at the local motel,” you offered. “If you need to find me…”

“I will,” she said, “ but not now.”

You looked down at your phone again. You would need to transcribe the pages down on regular paper before the battery died, but you felt like you were making progress. “Ok well…I guess, I’ll see you around ?”

Selena couldn’t meet your eye, and only hummed in acknowledgment. So caught up in your own awkward feelings about the matter, that almost missed the way the older woman would casually fondle one of her breasts as you were leaving.