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something.
Like she and Tig.
Or that he would love her completely.
Ugh, that. Nothing could make that less weird. Every which way she turned it, her future was out of her hands. It left a sour taste on her tongue, one she couldn’t yet stomach. Her only way to maintain control was to ignore him completely.
Maybe she should have a drink with Demetrius after all.
Who was that fair to? Demetrius? No. Herself? Not really. Still, she deserved the right to decide her own future. She elbowed the man and tried for a smile. “Sorry for being rude. I’ll take a second drink right now, if it’s still on the table.”
Chapter Nine
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T ig ordered breakfast through room service and charged it to Karlin’s account. Then he paced...then did sit-ups...then flipped through every channel, before ordering lunch and repeating the process.
He was bored.
And tired.
And pissed.
And lonely.
He should have memorized Dinah’s number. Thinking of her only made things worse, but he couldn’t stop. He should have never let her go. This was his punishment. Lesson learned. Dinah would never get out of his sight again. Tig reached for the phone to call for wine, but dropped the handset without speaking. He needed a clear head for what he had to face.
The Walking Vulgarity knocked on his door later that evening. She reeked of pot and sex, but her eyes shone clear with focus. She didn’t ask to come in, just shoved her way past him, teetering on too high heels and in too tight jeans.
“Yes, Karlin?”
She pulled a sheet of paper from her pocket and started reading. “I wish to always choose winning lottery numbers for the place that I am in, at the time I am in, and only in contests I am eligible to win.”
Smart.
Without that little addendum, he would have had her winning every lottery number in Canada and Mexico and every past number in the United States. He played it off. “It always comes down to money. Your kind is so predictable.”
“Just do it.”
“It’s already done.”
“Just like that?” She blinked two or three times, before slipping into open mouthed staring. She took to squealing next and slammed her palm against the wall. Her pleasure in it only matched his own. One more to go. Now he had a huge decision to make. He could take her down this instant, physically, and his eyes flittered down to her neck.
A neck absent of any chain other than her own stupid crystal. The move didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t worry. Your lamp is in a safe place. Sta...uh...I’ll be back soon.”
He understood what she was doing, skittering away to find out if he’d really granted the wish. Not good. Having use similar tricks to get his own wealth via the wishes of others, he knew the lotto nights in Texas and surrounding states. The big drawings wouldn’t be until late tomorrow night. That meant more waiting. The longer Karlin sat inactive, the more dangerous she would become. Too often humans, wild with new power, exhausted their wishes in minutes. Not a single tale in their history spoke of good things happening to djinns with patient masters. The invisible chains that bound him hung heavier than ever, but he couldn’t let them break his spirit.
He worked out.
He ate.
Went back to the gym.
Then ate some more.
He wanted to go home. Both of them. Three, if he counted the inside of Dinah. That was ideal. Inside Dinah, inside his lamp, inside his house near the water.
The thought undid him. It had been too long since he’d seen her. How many hours? He licked his lips, but the salty taste of her was gone. He hit the shower, but cleanliness was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his cock, hard and ready, but no matter how much he pumped, release didn’t come.
He needed her.
Dinah’s hands should be doing this. Her whole body was built for his pleasure and he wouldn’t find his easily without her. He closed his eyes, picturing her underneath him. He
Like she and Tig.
Or that he would love her completely.
Ugh, that. Nothing could make that less weird. Every which way she turned it, her future was out of her hands. It left a sour taste on her tongue, one she couldn’t yet stomach. Her only way to maintain control was to ignore him completely.
Maybe she should have a drink with Demetrius after all.
Who was that fair to? Demetrius? No. Herself? Not really. Still, she deserved the right to decide her own future. She elbowed the man and tried for a smile. “Sorry for being rude. I’ll take a second drink right now, if it’s still on the table.”
Chapter Nine
––––––––
T ig ordered breakfast through room service and charged it to Karlin’s account. Then he paced...then did sit-ups...then flipped through every channel, before ordering lunch and repeating the process.
He was bored.
And tired.
And pissed.
And lonely.
He should have memorized Dinah’s number. Thinking of her only made things worse, but he couldn’t stop. He should have never let her go. This was his punishment. Lesson learned. Dinah would never get out of his sight again. Tig reached for the phone to call for wine, but dropped the handset without speaking. He needed a clear head for what he had to face.
The Walking Vulgarity knocked on his door later that evening. She reeked of pot and sex, but her eyes shone clear with focus. She didn’t ask to come in, just shoved her way past him, teetering on too high heels and in too tight jeans.
“Yes, Karlin?”
She pulled a sheet of paper from her pocket and started reading. “I wish to always choose winning lottery numbers for the place that I am in, at the time I am in, and only in contests I am eligible to win.”
Smart.
Without that little addendum, he would have had her winning every lottery number in Canada and Mexico and every past number in the United States. He played it off. “It always comes down to money. Your kind is so predictable.”
“Just do it.”
“It’s already done.”
“Just like that?” She blinked two or three times, before slipping into open mouthed staring. She took to squealing next and slammed her palm against the wall. Her pleasure in it only matched his own. One more to go. Now he had a huge decision to make. He could take her down this instant, physically, and his eyes flittered down to her neck.
A neck absent of any chain other than her own stupid crystal. The move didn’t go unnoticed.
“Don’t worry. Your lamp is in a safe place. Sta...uh...I’ll be back soon.”
He understood what she was doing, skittering away to find out if he’d really granted the wish. Not good. Having use similar tricks to get his own wealth via the wishes of others, he knew the lotto nights in Texas and surrounding states. The big drawings wouldn’t be until late tomorrow night. That meant more waiting. The longer Karlin sat inactive, the more dangerous she would become. Too often humans, wild with new power, exhausted their wishes in minutes. Not a single tale in their history spoke of good things happening to djinns with patient masters. The invisible chains that bound him hung heavier than ever, but he couldn’t let them break his spirit.
He worked out.
He ate.
Went back to the gym.
Then ate some more.
He wanted to go home. Both of them. Three, if he counted the inside of Dinah. That was ideal. Inside Dinah, inside his lamp, inside his house near the water.
The thought undid him. It had been too long since he’d seen her. How many hours? He licked his lips, but the salty taste of her was gone. He hit the shower, but cleanliness was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, he wrapped his hand around his cock, hard and ready, but no matter how much he pumped, release didn’t come.
He needed her.
Dinah’s hands should be doing this. Her whole body was built for his pleasure and he wouldn’t find his easily without her. He closed his eyes, picturing her underneath him. He
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