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rapid succession.
“But you’re a virgin,” he managed.
“Which means exactly what? I was thinking I could just get it over with. I assumed it would be good since you’re you. I mean, I’ve heard things.” Middy shrugged and gave him a knowing look.
She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but she found that she enjoyed the startled look on his face more than cheesecake. He was speechless and unsettled. The combina-tion made her smile.
Perhaps the filter that had been installed between her brain and her mouth had been overrated. From now on, she was just going to say whatever she felt like. Middy would have to work on the not blushing part later. She had the cherry for his sundae in more ways than one.
“You know what? You want me to help you by posing as your fiancée? Then you’re just going to have to put out.”
“And I’m the one you think is crazy? You don’t know what you’re getting into on either count. I’m the dark warlock, remember?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to marry you. I just want all of the perks that I would get if I was really your fiancée. I want your continued support of the Gargoyle Masque until you die, and I want the use of your wand; though Merlin knows the odometer has been turned over at least twice on that thing. I suppose it’s like a car really: You don’t buy a brand-new car for a brand-new driver. There’s bound to be dings.”
Yes, Middy had to say that she was feeling very pleased with herself.
“That’s it, that’s all you want? You’ll do this, details un-specified for a ride on my wand, as you so delicately put it, and my support of the Masque until my death? I agree to these terms and do so swear. Do you swear it?”
“I swear it,” Middy said with confidence. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Worst That Could Happen
It was that worst thing that could have happened! Dred Shadowins had found scruples in some bargain bin at the thrift store. He’d actually dropped her at home without even getting out of the limo.
That lout had actually tried to refuse the great and wonderful gift of her virginity. As she’d told Dred, she thought that warlocks were like her cat: They wanted to be the first to mark in a new territory. It didn’t matter if they were going to stay there or not.
She should have known better than to make a deal with the devil or Mordred Shadowins. Middy realized after the deal had been sealed and he’d pressed that lukewarm kiss to her cheek that she should have specified when she wanted to avail herself of his “passion wand.”
Now that she’d actually had his hands on her, she didn’t think the centerfold would do. No, nothing but the infuri-ating warlock in the flesh could satisfy her now.
This nasty little revelation caused her to rethink her plans.
If she was already addicted to his touch from a Seven in Heaven makeout session like a witch still in Academy, what would it be like when she got the whole package? Middy was feeling a little light-headed at the prospect.
Maybe demanding coital bliss from a sex god hadn’t been the brightest idea she’d ever had, but Middy was never one to do anything halfway. If she was going to have someone butter her muffin, she wanted it to be a quality product.
Now what to say to Tally when she pounced on her and demanded details? News of her “engagement” was bound to travel fast.
Unicorn balls in a pastry puff! What was she going to tell her mother? Hi, Mom. I know I didn’t tell you I was dating Dred Shadowins, dark warlock and filthy rich sex god, but we’re getting married. Yeah. Oh, and . . . She couldn’t even tell her mother that the engagement was a ruse. She’d sworn on her magick.
If Middy hadn’t been sure that she would have knocked herself on her ass, she would have palmed her forehead at the very deep pile of unicorn dung that she was standing in.
Never mind her mother! What in the name of Avalon was she going to tell her
“But you’re a virgin,” he managed.
“Which means exactly what? I was thinking I could just get it over with. I assumed it would be good since you’re you. I mean, I’ve heard things.” Middy shrugged and gave him a knowing look.
She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but she found that she enjoyed the startled look on his face more than cheesecake. He was speechless and unsettled. The combina-tion made her smile.
Perhaps the filter that had been installed between her brain and her mouth had been overrated. From now on, she was just going to say whatever she felt like. Middy would have to work on the not blushing part later. She had the cherry for his sundae in more ways than one.
“You know what? You want me to help you by posing as your fiancée? Then you’re just going to have to put out.”
“And I’m the one you think is crazy? You don’t know what you’re getting into on either count. I’m the dark warlock, remember?”
“I didn’t say I wanted to marry you. I just want all of the perks that I would get if I was really your fiancée. I want your continued support of the Gargoyle Masque until you die, and I want the use of your wand; though Merlin knows the odometer has been turned over at least twice on that thing. I suppose it’s like a car really: You don’t buy a brand-new car for a brand-new driver. There’s bound to be dings.”
Yes, Middy had to say that she was feeling very pleased with herself.
“That’s it, that’s all you want? You’ll do this, details un-specified for a ride on my wand, as you so delicately put it, and my support of the Masque until my death? I agree to these terms and do so swear. Do you swear it?”
“I swear it,” Middy said with confidence. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Worst That Could Happen
It was that worst thing that could have happened! Dred Shadowins had found scruples in some bargain bin at the thrift store. He’d actually dropped her at home without even getting out of the limo.
That lout had actually tried to refuse the great and wonderful gift of her virginity. As she’d told Dred, she thought that warlocks were like her cat: They wanted to be the first to mark in a new territory. It didn’t matter if they were going to stay there or not.
She should have known better than to make a deal with the devil or Mordred Shadowins. Middy realized after the deal had been sealed and he’d pressed that lukewarm kiss to her cheek that she should have specified when she wanted to avail herself of his “passion wand.”
Now that she’d actually had his hands on her, she didn’t think the centerfold would do. No, nothing but the infuri-ating warlock in the flesh could satisfy her now.
This nasty little revelation caused her to rethink her plans.
If she was already addicted to his touch from a Seven in Heaven makeout session like a witch still in Academy, what would it be like when she got the whole package? Middy was feeling a little light-headed at the prospect.
Maybe demanding coital bliss from a sex god hadn’t been the brightest idea she’d ever had, but Middy was never one to do anything halfway. If she was going to have someone butter her muffin, she wanted it to be a quality product.
Now what to say to Tally when she pounced on her and demanded details? News of her “engagement” was bound to travel fast.
Unicorn balls in a pastry puff! What was she going to tell her mother? Hi, Mom. I know I didn’t tell you I was dating Dred Shadowins, dark warlock and filthy rich sex god, but we’re getting married. Yeah. Oh, and . . . She couldn’t even tell her mother that the engagement was a ruse. She’d sworn on her magick.
If Middy hadn’t been sure that she would have knocked herself on her ass, she would have palmed her forehead at the very deep pile of unicorn dung that she was standing in.
Never mind her mother! What in the name of Avalon was she going to tell her
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