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“It has been around for quite some time.”
I scratch the back of my neck and find a loose strand of hair. My bun probably looks like a rat’s nest with how I was lounging while reading. “I think I heard that before. When was it invented?”
“Before the fall of Babylon.”
That draws my attention away from my tangles. Maybe he really is Babylonian.
“As to your wish—what would you like as a snack, Jeffrey?” Odai asks.
“Um…” Again, knowing I can ask for anything makes my entire mind go blank, especially since I’d been so engrossed in the diary.
Mattie had a hard early life. She wrote that the diary she threw into the ocean recounted her childhood being even worse, and what I’d read so far was pretty bleak already. Turning to prostitution had not been part of her life goal. Not initially.
“A banana?” I say. “I’d just wish for lunch, but now I kind of want to take you somewhere.”
“But it is me, beautiful one, who is meant to fulfill your wishes and desires.” Odai hands me a perfectly ripe banana, instantly conjured like the coffee.
I take it, and it’s a little firmer to peel but smells amazing. “I can fulfill your wishes and desires too. I mean, not to the same extent as conjuring—mmm!” I’m so hungry, I don’t even think before taking a bite mid-sentence, and this is not like a normal banana. It’s sweeter and firmer, but not in that unripe sort of way. It’s amazing. “This is the best banana I’ve ever had.”
“Perhaps you have never had a Gros Michel before,” Odai says.
“Gros Michel?” I take another bite before asking, “Isn’t that the type that went extinct in the fifties? Not that you’d know. But wild! Am I eating something no one has had for over seventy years?” I take another bite. Bananas are not meant to taste this good. “Why did they name it Gros though? I mean, this is anything but gross.” I chuckle.
“It’s French. It means Big Mike.” Odai says it with his deep, sultry voice just as I’m swallowing another bite of the very phallic fruit. There is no way whoever named it didn’t know what they were doing.
“Anyway,” I say with a cough and quick swallow. “This is delicious. Thank you. May I also wish to have you fix my hair? I know it’s silly, but I think it got a little messy while I was, um, resting upstairs.”
“You do not need to ask if you may, Jeffrey. You need only wish.” He takes my hand and leads me to the waiting area near the front of the building, where there are chairs and a comfy sofa. He sits me down in the center cushion while I continue to eat the banana but stands behind me and starts to unwind the elastic from my bun. “How would you like your hair to be styled?”
“Oh, nothing fancy. Just brushed out and in a ponytail maybe?”
“Granted.”
He has a brush, just has one, and begins to smooth out my tangles. It feels very decadent to be eating an extinct banana while my genie brushes my hair. He somehow never catches any knots, and it’s really nice and a little tingly, like how soothing it feels to have a stylist wash your hair.
I could almost fall asleep like this, and my chewing slows as I enjoy the gentle brushing and ease with which Odai ties my hair back.
“I have many things I would like to tell you, Jeffrey, about the progress of your primary wish,” Odai says.
“Yeah? That’s great. How about you tell me over lunch?” I finish the banana, and before I can even think about needing to throw away the peel, it vanishes. That is so cool. But while it tasted amazing, I’m still pretty hungry.
“If that is your… wish,” Odai says with teasing breath at my ear as he bends over me. “All done. Your hair is lovely, Jeffrey.”
“Th-thanks.” I look up at him. He is so handsome. It’s strange to have sort of skipped to the most intimate parts of a relationship, and yet not really know him. If this even is a relationship or just a contract for him. He always says the right things, but it’s hard to be sure. I don’t know where to start to test the waters for something normal.
“Do you wish for me to kiss you, Jeffrey?” Odai asks—he asks, and damn if that is not the hottest thing, that he is asking rather than me having to.
“Yes, please. I wish that.”
He smiles and leans closer.
“You are alive!”
I whip my head forward before our lips touch.
Cas just threw open the front door.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I sputter.
