I sit with a start. I’d fallen asleep naked on the living room floor. Fantastic. I scramble for my clothes and phone. The phone clock reads 2 A.M. The hum in my brain says I need to get rolling.
I pull on my boxers and stumble toward the hallway. “Syd?”
She enters the living room from the kitchen, wearing a camouflage t-shirt hanging halfway to her knees. My camouflage t-shirt.
I point at her. “Take that off.”
Admittedly, she looks good in it, but this can’t happen. None of this wearing my clothes shit. One night stands shouldn’t wear my clothes, not even on the second night.
The fact the one-nighter is on round deux might indicate I have a problem. I don’t have time to deal with it right now. Phil needs to die.
She frowns and looks down at herself. “I thought we could squeeze in one—”
“No. No time for anything else.”
She glances at me. “Want me to take you to the airport?”
“No, thank you,” I say, sharper than I intended, but I know what’s coming. Of course, Syd doesn’t, and I’m just being a jerk and insensitive to her feelings or whatever. She isn’t supposed to have feelings, though. Not about me. Not about this. “Get out.”
She quirks her lips, and then stalks into the living room and changes. She seems to have to bend over a lot for someone replacing a single item of clothing with another.
She catches me staring as she straightens her dress and gives a taunting smile. I force a scowl, turning for the hallway. No time for her nonsense. Even if I wanted—which I do.
She comes up and slides her arm over my shoulder.
I start to protest, but she steps around to my front and presses her lips against mine. Her hand goes to the back of my head, and her tongue slips into my mouth. I deepen the kiss. My hand slides under her dress.
The hum kicks up. A reminder.
I pull away and nod toward the front door. She rolls her eyes, pushing past me. My gaze follows her as she crosses the living room and plucks up her purse.
“Stop calling me, Syd.”
With a sly glance over her shoulder, she says, “Let me know when you get back.”
She blows me a kiss and leaves.
I consider going after her. Maybe I could drag one more hour out of my brain.
Thirty minutes?
I shake my head. Time to focus.
Time to kill.
Twenty-three year old Dimitri has to do what he is told—literally. Controlled by a paranormal bond, he is forced to use his wits to fulfill unlimited deadly wishes made by multimillionaire Karl Walker.
Dimitri has no idea how his family line became trapped in the genie bond. He just knows resisting has never ended well. When he meets Syd—assertive, sexy, intelligent Syd—he becomes determined to make her his own. Except Karl has ensured Dimitri can’t tell anyone about the bond, and Syd isn’t the type to tolerate secrets.
Then Karl starts sending him away on back-to-back wishes. Unable to balance love and lies, Dimitri sets out to uncover Karl’s ultimate plan and put it to an end. But doing so forces him to confront the one wish he never saw coming—the wish that will destroy him.
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Author Bio
Rainy Kaye is an aspiring overlord. In the mean time, she blogs at <a href=http://www.rainyofthedark.com>RainyoftheDark.com</a> and writes paranormal novels from her lair somewhere in Phoenix, Arizona. When not plotting world domination, she enjoys getting lost around the globe, studying music so she can sing along with symphonic metal bands, and becoming distracted by Twitter. She is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA.
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