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Ginger should just cast a pleasure charm or invest in a copy of Weekly Warlock and jill off—although that had gotten old ten years ago.
Ginger wouldn’t know the first thing about how to even let him know she was interested. Her marriage to Gavin had been mostly arranged. She’d been amongst those deemed appropriate by his parents, and he’d chosen her. She’d accepted. They’d even managed to fall in love for the first five years.
Now it was all dust—and she was going to be dust too if she didn’t do something about it.
She could be just as forward as Aradia. She could.
Ginger swallowed hard. She’d always used propriety like an armor and taking this step meant shedding part of her armor. It meant being vulnerable when she’d already been burned.
But she knew fortune favored the bold. So, with that in mind, she changed her clothes and decided to pay a visit to Aradia Shadowins.
After all, Slade was in her employ.
The butterflies in her stomach kept crashing into each other and twisting up her guts. She was sure they were drunk.
She was sure that she should probably be drunk. Maybe then she’d have an excuse or a way to play off her behavior if Aradia and Slade both laughed in her face.
After casting a quick grooming charm, she found herself on Aradia’s front door—her alarm system announcing Ginger’s presence before she could change her mind.
The door opened and to her simultaneous pleasure and dismay, it was Slade and another gargoyle who opened the door.
Security didn’t usually answer the door. She had other staff for that. Something must’ve happened. Ginger reigned in her curiosity and kept her features schooled in a casual expression.
“The lady of the house, if you please.” Ginger was surprised she was able to get out a complete sentence when faced with the hotness that was Slade Nightwing.
She could feel the heat of his body even at a distance. It was like warm concrete after a day in the sun. Ginger would bet he’d feel that way under her fingertips, too.
A blush rose to her cheeks and her whole body heated to a slow burn.
“Is she expecting you?” The other gargoyle questioned with a stern expression.
“Lady Shadowins will see her,” Slade replied and stepped to the side to allow her entrance.
She was very aware of him at her back as she walked through the large manor house.
“She’s on the veranda. I believe you know your way,” Slade said.
Ginger exited to the outdoor living space. It was almost like Aradia’s own tropical island. There was a beach, with a magical ocean lapping at the shore, fountains and waterfalls, all manner of exotic plants and trees that hung heavy—laden with fruits, nuts, and flowers.
The scents of coconut, pineapple, and salt water assailed her.
Magick was indeed a wonderful thing.
Aradia lay on her stomach, her white-blond hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, too large sunglasses perched on the end of her nose while Valerian made use of himself slathering tanning oil on her back.
To complete the picture, the other witch was drinking something out of a pineapple, garnished with a little red umbrella.
Ginger decided she should really do something like this for herself as well. It looked like heaven.
“What a surprise,” Aradia said when she looked up and saw her. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“If it’s a bad time—”
“Not at all. Make yourself at home.”
Ginger found herself wearing a tiny red bikini and a pineapple drink in one hand and a bottle of oil in the other. Leaving no hands free to cover up what the bikini didn’t.
She felt positively naked.
And old.
And ugly.
Her breasts were too big for the bikini—hell, everything was too big for the bikini. Especially her ass.
“Um, maybe a one piece?” Ginger mumbled.
Aradia eyed her with a stern expression. “No, I think that will do just fine. What say you, Valerian?”
She wanted to hide away from his perusal.
“I can’t see anyone but you, my
Ginger wouldn’t know the first thing about how to even let him know she was interested. Her marriage to Gavin had been mostly arranged. She’d been amongst those deemed appropriate by his parents, and he’d chosen her. She’d accepted. They’d even managed to fall in love for the first five years.
Now it was all dust—and she was going to be dust too if she didn’t do something about it.
She could be just as forward as Aradia. She could.
Ginger swallowed hard. She’d always used propriety like an armor and taking this step meant shedding part of her armor. It meant being vulnerable when she’d already been burned.
But she knew fortune favored the bold. So, with that in mind, she changed her clothes and decided to pay a visit to Aradia Shadowins.
After all, Slade was in her employ.
The butterflies in her stomach kept crashing into each other and twisting up her guts. She was sure they were drunk.
She was sure that she should probably be drunk. Maybe then she’d have an excuse or a way to play off her behavior if Aradia and Slade both laughed in her face.
After casting a quick grooming charm, she found herself on Aradia’s front door—her alarm system announcing Ginger’s presence before she could change her mind.
The door opened and to her simultaneous pleasure and dismay, it was Slade and another gargoyle who opened the door.
Security didn’t usually answer the door. She had other staff for that. Something must’ve happened. Ginger reigned in her curiosity and kept her features schooled in a casual expression.
“The lady of the house, if you please.” Ginger was surprised she was able to get out a complete sentence when faced with the hotness that was Slade Nightwing.
She could feel the heat of his body even at a distance. It was like warm concrete after a day in the sun. Ginger would bet he’d feel that way under her fingertips, too.
A blush rose to her cheeks and her whole body heated to a slow burn.
“Is she expecting you?” The other gargoyle questioned with a stern expression.
“Lady Shadowins will see her,” Slade replied and stepped to the side to allow her entrance.
She was very aware of him at her back as she walked through the large manor house.
“She’s on the veranda. I believe you know your way,” Slade said.
Ginger exited to the outdoor living space. It was almost like Aradia’s own tropical island. There was a beach, with a magical ocean lapping at the shore, fountains and waterfalls, all manner of exotic plants and trees that hung heavy—laden with fruits, nuts, and flowers.
The scents of coconut, pineapple, and salt water assailed her.
Magick was indeed a wonderful thing.
Aradia lay on her stomach, her white-blond hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head, too large sunglasses perched on the end of her nose while Valerian made use of himself slathering tanning oil on her back.
To complete the picture, the other witch was drinking something out of a pineapple, garnished with a little red umbrella.
Ginger decided she should really do something like this for herself as well. It looked like heaven.
“What a surprise,” Aradia said when she looked up and saw her. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“If it’s a bad time—”
“Not at all. Make yourself at home.”
Ginger found herself wearing a tiny red bikini and a pineapple drink in one hand and a bottle of oil in the other. Leaving no hands free to cover up what the bikini didn’t.
She felt positively naked.
And old.
And ugly.
Her breasts were too big for the bikini—hell, everything was too big for the bikini. Especially her ass.
“Um, maybe a one piece?” Ginger mumbled.
Aradia eyed her with a stern expression. “No, I think that will do just fine. What say you, Valerian?”
She wanted to hide away from his perusal.
“I can’t see anyone but you, my
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