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better attention in Spells and Potions class. Well, my mistake. Gotta run. Just keep doing what you're doing.” She snickered. “From the way Jacob Sanders was walking when he left here, I'd say you're doing a helluva job.” She smacked Noelle on the shoulder. “By this time tomorrow, you'll have him eating...” She paused for effect. “...out of your hand."
Noelle opened her mouth to retort, but the air separated in a shower of sparks, signalling Ella's rapid departure.
"Hell's bells,” Noelle groused, stomping back into the living room. Of all the harebrained schemes her cousin had ever concocted, this one certainly took the cake. With no reversal spell and doubting her aunts’ abilities to reach her, Noelle knew she was well and truly alone.
Except for Jacob. She didn't quite know what she was going to do with him, though plenty of naughty ideas came to mind. In fact, an overabundance of those particular thoughts whipped through her brain, and she swore she heard Ella's gleeful chuckle.
"Bitch,” Noelle snarled.
"Coward,” came the glib reply.
Noelle glowered at the ceiling. She was in hell.
But it was nothing that a hot bath and a glass of wine couldn't cure.
Since sex wasn't on the table ... yet.
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Chapter Four
"I've got it.” Emmie waved her hands in the air and bounced to her feet, immediately regretting the action. Her throbbing head reminded her she was still suffering from the effects of last night's libations.
She groaned and massaged her temples.
"What did you get?” Heart scooted to the edge of the rocking chair and nudged Jazz with her foot. “Wake up, dear. I do believe Emmie's found something."
Jazz sat up and blinked, her hair sticking out in various tufts. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. “What is it?"
Emmie rushed forward and shoved the Book of Spells in front of Heart's face. “The spell.” She waited for her accolades.
Heart scratched her head for a moment before her face cleared. Then, with a squeal, she launched herself to her feet and threw her arms around Emmie's waist. “You found it! That's wonderful."
Jazz tapped Heart's shoulder. “What exactly did she find?” She continued the rapid pats until Heart finally answered.
"Emmie found the spell to take us to Earth."
Emmie beamed. “Pack your bags, sisters. We're going on a road trip."
* * * *
Jacob stayed at his uncle's house where everyone had gathered long enough to convince his aunts that Uncle Ed would receive the most lavish funeral possible, and then he quickly said his goodbyes. He convinced himself he was in such a hurry to get home because he still wasn't quite sure he could trust Noelle, but his cock told him otherwise. He'd had a perpetual hard-on since he'd left and had been forced to stand behind tables and stuffed chairs for most of the evening to hide the condition.
He growled in tune with the powerful engine of the sports car and stomped the accelerator. Whoever or whatever Noelle Bridges was, she'd hexed him somehow. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and it hadn't helped that he'd given the police an almost picture-perfect description of her. Now, with an artist's nearly identical depiction of her image scrolling across every news station in town, he was effectively harbouring a fugitive. Perfect. Where once he'd been an upstanding citizen, he could now be considered an accessory if the police discovered Noelle was the woman they were looking for. So why didn't that bother him as much as he thought it should?
Lights glowed from the windows as he approached his beachfront condo. He heard the soft hum of music coming from the end of the hallway as he tossed his keys on the Queen Anne table in the foyer. He toed off his shoes and followed the sound.
Steam billowed out from under the bathroom door. He froze, swallowing hard. She was taking a bath. Vivid, erotic images played in front of his eyes. Creamy, smooth skin. Pink-tipped breasts and a flat, silky stomach. A lump
Noelle opened her mouth to retort, but the air separated in a shower of sparks, signalling Ella's rapid departure.
"Hell's bells,” Noelle groused, stomping back into the living room. Of all the harebrained schemes her cousin had ever concocted, this one certainly took the cake. With no reversal spell and doubting her aunts’ abilities to reach her, Noelle knew she was well and truly alone.
Except for Jacob. She didn't quite know what she was going to do with him, though plenty of naughty ideas came to mind. In fact, an overabundance of those particular thoughts whipped through her brain, and she swore she heard Ella's gleeful chuckle.
"Bitch,” Noelle snarled.
"Coward,” came the glib reply.
Noelle glowered at the ceiling. She was in hell.
But it was nothing that a hot bath and a glass of wine couldn't cure.
Since sex wasn't on the table ... yet.
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter Four
"I've got it.” Emmie waved her hands in the air and bounced to her feet, immediately regretting the action. Her throbbing head reminded her she was still suffering from the effects of last night's libations.
She groaned and massaged her temples.
"What did you get?” Heart scooted to the edge of the rocking chair and nudged Jazz with her foot. “Wake up, dear. I do believe Emmie's found something."
Jazz sat up and blinked, her hair sticking out in various tufts. She rubbed her eyes sleepily. “What is it?"
Emmie rushed forward and shoved the Book of Spells in front of Heart's face. “The spell.” She waited for her accolades.
Heart scratched her head for a moment before her face cleared. Then, with a squeal, she launched herself to her feet and threw her arms around Emmie's waist. “You found it! That's wonderful."
Jazz tapped Heart's shoulder. “What exactly did she find?” She continued the rapid pats until Heart finally answered.
"Emmie found the spell to take us to Earth."
Emmie beamed. “Pack your bags, sisters. We're going on a road trip."
* * * *
Jacob stayed at his uncle's house where everyone had gathered long enough to convince his aunts that Uncle Ed would receive the most lavish funeral possible, and then he quickly said his goodbyes. He convinced himself he was in such a hurry to get home because he still wasn't quite sure he could trust Noelle, but his cock told him otherwise. He'd had a perpetual hard-on since he'd left and had been forced to stand behind tables and stuffed chairs for most of the evening to hide the condition.
He growled in tune with the powerful engine of the sports car and stomped the accelerator. Whoever or whatever Noelle Bridges was, she'd hexed him somehow. He couldn't stop thinking about her, and it hadn't helped that he'd given the police an almost picture-perfect description of her. Now, with an artist's nearly identical depiction of her image scrolling across every news station in town, he was effectively harbouring a fugitive. Perfect. Where once he'd been an upstanding citizen, he could now be considered an accessory if the police discovered Noelle was the woman they were looking for. So why didn't that bother him as much as he thought it should?
Lights glowed from the windows as he approached his beachfront condo. He heard the soft hum of music coming from the end of the hallway as he tossed his keys on the Queen Anne table in the foyer. He toed off his shoes and followed the sound.
Steam billowed out from under the bathroom door. He froze, swallowing hard. She was taking a bath. Vivid, erotic images played in front of his eyes. Creamy, smooth skin. Pink-tipped breasts and a flat, silky stomach. A lump
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