you’re talking about, Doctor.” I winked. “But maybe when you come courting tonight I’ll share some of my wicked ideas with you.”
“Courting? Haven’t heard that in a hundred years, but I can hardly wait.” He kissed me again, not quite as hard as before, but just as passionately. Then he straightened the curls around my face and buttoned the top of my shirt.
“I have a feeling this is going to be a very long day,” he said as he walked me to the door.
“Anticipation is a good thing.” I turned and put a hand on his chest. “A very good thing.”
When I walked out he laughed and I noticed the bulge in his pants. “You might want to take a moment to, um, compose yourself.” I pointed at the evidence.
He shook his head and shut the door. I’m pretty sure Carmen knew just what kind of consultation the good doc had given me, but she wished me a cheery good-bye just the same.
I spent the day working through the Book of Shadows looking for some special wards to protect the prime minister’s and Sheik Azir’s homes. I think I found something good. But it involves a few ingredients I’ll have to order.
Cleaned the house from top to bottom and did whatever it took to not think about tonight. Will it be as good as the dream? Am I really in a relationship with a guy I met a week ago? I don’t care that he’s a warlock. I don’t care if he ends up killing me. I just want him.
There’s his car. Aaaah!
Thursday
New York City
Spells: 1
Dead guys: 1
It’s amazing what can happen in twenty-four hours. Well, I’m sort of used to strange events in my life, but I’d put this day right up there with the best of them.
Last night with Sam began a bit awkward but turned out really sweet. Not what I expected at all. He brought white wine, which went well with some of Ms. Helen’s chicken potpies I’d picked up that afternoon.
Before he got there I’d made the house look like a seduction zone. Candles everywhere and a fire going. Vanilla permeated the air. I wanted it so delicious he wouldn’t be able to resist.
We ate and talked about everything except sex. It’s funny. Kept waiting for him to make his move. I may be a modern woman, but once in a while I like the guy to take charge. We discussed our favorite films and I brought up a particular scene in that old movie Blue Velvet, which honestly isn’t my favorite, but is very hot. He reminded me about scenes from Wild Things and 9½ Weeks . That’s when things took a turn for the sexy.
We were naked and doing the nasty on the floor, the kitchen counter, the stairs, and finally in my bed. Whew! And I didn’t think it possible, but it was even better than the dream.
By three this morning my body was a vibrating mass of nerve endings, and I’d never felt so satisfied.
He woke up early and fixed me breakfast and then drove me to the hangar so I could get the jet to New York. He waited while I did a flight check and then kissed me good-bye. I’m more confused than ever, where he’s concerned. I like him. A lot.
Got into New York just as a winter storm hit and found myself stuck for the rest of the day and night. Called Miles and left him a message that I’d be a day late. He won’t be happy about the news but there isn’t a darn thing the jerk can do about it.
Called the pilots, and we decided to check in around six tomorrow morning and file a new flight plan. Mom and Dad live here now, but are out of town for a medical conference in Hawaii. Lucky them.
Decided to use my key and crash at their brownstone until the storm clears. The house was chilly but I turned up the heat and went in search of warmer clothes. I’d packed for Saudi and traveling in the desert, which meant light cotton shirts, sandals, jeans, some slacks, and small summer tops. Not one thing to take the chill out of my bones.
I borrowed one of Mom’s cashmere sweaters and a kicky pair of Jimmy Choo boots. I noticed she had added at least four more pairs of Manolo Blahniks
“Courting? Haven’t heard that in a hundred years, but I can hardly wait.” He kissed me again, not quite as hard as before, but just as passionately. Then he straightened the curls around my face and buttoned the top of my shirt.
“I have a feeling this is going to be a very long day,” he said as he walked me to the door.
“Anticipation is a good thing.” I turned and put a hand on his chest. “A very good thing.”
When I walked out he laughed and I noticed the bulge in his pants. “You might want to take a moment to, um, compose yourself.” I pointed at the evidence.
He shook his head and shut the door. I’m pretty sure Carmen knew just what kind of consultation the good doc had given me, but she wished me a cheery good-bye just the same.
I spent the day working through the Book of Shadows looking for some special wards to protect the prime minister’s and Sheik Azir’s homes. I think I found something good. But it involves a few ingredients I’ll have to order.
Cleaned the house from top to bottom and did whatever it took to not think about tonight. Will it be as good as the dream? Am I really in a relationship with a guy I met a week ago? I don’t care that he’s a warlock. I don’t care if he ends up killing me. I just want him.
There’s his car. Aaaah!
Thursday
New York City
Spells: 1
Dead guys: 1
It’s amazing what can happen in twenty-four hours. Well, I’m sort of used to strange events in my life, but I’d put this day right up there with the best of them.
Last night with Sam began a bit awkward but turned out really sweet. Not what I expected at all. He brought white wine, which went well with some of Ms. Helen’s chicken potpies I’d picked up that afternoon.
Before he got there I’d made the house look like a seduction zone. Candles everywhere and a fire going. Vanilla permeated the air. I wanted it so delicious he wouldn’t be able to resist.
We ate and talked about everything except sex. It’s funny. Kept waiting for him to make his move. I may be a modern woman, but once in a while I like the guy to take charge. We discussed our favorite films and I brought up a particular scene in that old movie Blue Velvet, which honestly isn’t my favorite, but is very hot. He reminded me about scenes from Wild Things and 9½ Weeks . That’s when things took a turn for the sexy.
We were naked and doing the nasty on the floor, the kitchen counter, the stairs, and finally in my bed. Whew! And I didn’t think it possible, but it was even better than the dream.
By three this morning my body was a vibrating mass of nerve endings, and I’d never felt so satisfied.
He woke up early and fixed me breakfast and then drove me to the hangar so I could get the jet to New York. He waited while I did a flight check and then kissed me good-bye. I’m more confused than ever, where he’s concerned. I like him. A lot.
Got into New York just as a winter storm hit and found myself stuck for the rest of the day and night. Called Miles and left him a message that I’d be a day late. He won’t be happy about the news but there isn’t a darn thing the jerk can do about it.
Called the pilots, and we decided to check in around six tomorrow morning and file a new flight plan. Mom and Dad live here now, but are out of town for a medical conference in Hawaii. Lucky them.
Decided to use my key and crash at their brownstone until the storm clears. The house was chilly but I turned up the heat and went in search of warmer clothes. I’d packed for Saudi and traveling in the desert, which meant light cotton shirts, sandals, jeans, some slacks, and small summer tops. Not one thing to take the chill out of my bones.
I borrowed one of Mom’s cashmere sweaters and a kicky pair of Jimmy Choo boots. I noticed she had added at least four more pairs of Manolo Blahniks
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