to fill his groin. This woman was going to kill him.
“Ah-hem.” Mitch cleared his throat noisily behind them. “You do have an audience here. Not that I mind. But if you’d like more privacy, I’ll leave.”
Edie broke off the kiss and pushed out of Harry’s arms, her face flaming red. “No, no, don’t leave. I was just about to do something. I just can’t seem to remember what it was.” She laughed and hiccupped all in one.
“You already did. You called Professor Johansson about the stone,” Mitch said, a wry smile twisting his lips.
Harry leaned against the wall, feigning a nonchalance he didn’t feel, his hands making a fig leaf over that part of his body that wanted to continue on where he’d left off with Edie.
“You know, Edie?” Mitch said, pacing across the room. “While you and genie-boy were sucking face, I was thinking.”
If Edie’s face could get any redder, Harry feared she’d likely explode. Her embarrassment was sadly painful.
“Enough with the teasing, Mitch.” Harry glared at the other man.
He held up his hand to Harry. “Hold on, you’ve got a part in this.” Mitch smiled at Edie. “If he really can grant your wishes, why not?”
“Why not what?” she asked.
“Why not make a few wishes?” Mitch said. “What can it hurt?”
Harry didn’t like the direction Mitch was heading. “I’m not sure about this. I don’t seem to have control over how the wishes are granted.”
“Are you telling me you’re a genie, but you can’t control your own power?” Mitch’s eyebrow rose in challenge. “Tsk, tsk. No control.” His glance lowered to Harry’s hands.
Harry frowned, ignoring the unspoken insult to his inability to tamp down his raging sexual urges where Edie was concerned. “I never said I was a genie.”
“Leave it alone, Mitch,” Edie said. “I don’t want to wish for anything.”
“Nothing?” Mitch grabbed her hands. “In all your life, you haven’t dreamed of anything? You haven’t wanted to change anything?”
“No,” she said, then her head tipped to the side. “Well, maybe…” Edie stared off into the space over Mitch’s shoulder. “Yes.” Then her gaze shifted to Harry.
A shiver of awareness snaked across Harry’s mind. Why was she looking his way? Did she want to change something about him? Oh, no. “Edie, think about it.”
“Do it, Edie!” Mitch said. “Here’s your chance.”
She shook her head, still staring at Harry, a flush creeping up her neck. “I don’t know…”
“Sometimes you gotta say ‘What the heck’.” Damn, Mitch and his careless advice.
Harry wanted to punch Mitch is his big fat mouth. Instead, he stared across at Edie and willed her not to make the leap. But like a sapling in the face of an approaching avalanche, Harry could do nothing to stop her. “Don’t do it, Edie,” he whispered.
Her words came out in monotone syllables. “I wish I were the most desirable woman in the country.”
Thunder rumbled and the floors shook.
The walls of the apartment wobbled like an unfocused spyglass. Harry reached for Edie but instead of grabbing her, he pawed at the air where she’d been. Edie had disappeared.
When the room settled back into place, Mitch yelled, “Wow! That was incredible! Holy shit, where’s Edie?”
Without missing a beat, Harry balled his fist and punched Mitch in the eye.
* * * * *
Hot lights shown down on Edie, their intensity blinding her. Where was she? What happened?
“ Baby Likes it Hot , scene two, take two,” a man’s voice said.
Edie’s vision cleared. She was in a cavernous room with lights mounted on extension poles, pointing at her from all angles. Her hands slid across smooth fabric. Red satin—as in red satin sheets. Where the hell was she? Leaning up on her elbow, she surveyed her surroundings. Dead center in a large round bed, she was covered in red satin sheets with a white faux fur throw tossed over her body.
“That’s right, Edie, let the blanket
“Ah-hem.” Mitch cleared his throat noisily behind them. “You do have an audience here. Not that I mind. But if you’d like more privacy, I’ll leave.”
Edie broke off the kiss and pushed out of Harry’s arms, her face flaming red. “No, no, don’t leave. I was just about to do something. I just can’t seem to remember what it was.” She laughed and hiccupped all in one.
“You already did. You called Professor Johansson about the stone,” Mitch said, a wry smile twisting his lips.
Harry leaned against the wall, feigning a nonchalance he didn’t feel, his hands making a fig leaf over that part of his body that wanted to continue on where he’d left off with Edie.
“You know, Edie?” Mitch said, pacing across the room. “While you and genie-boy were sucking face, I was thinking.”
If Edie’s face could get any redder, Harry feared she’d likely explode. Her embarrassment was sadly painful.
“Enough with the teasing, Mitch.” Harry glared at the other man.
He held up his hand to Harry. “Hold on, you’ve got a part in this.” Mitch smiled at Edie. “If he really can grant your wishes, why not?”
“Why not what?” she asked.
“Why not make a few wishes?” Mitch said. “What can it hurt?”
Harry didn’t like the direction Mitch was heading. “I’m not sure about this. I don’t seem to have control over how the wishes are granted.”
“Are you telling me you’re a genie, but you can’t control your own power?” Mitch’s eyebrow rose in challenge. “Tsk, tsk. No control.” His glance lowered to Harry’s hands.
Harry frowned, ignoring the unspoken insult to his inability to tamp down his raging sexual urges where Edie was concerned. “I never said I was a genie.”
“Leave it alone, Mitch,” Edie said. “I don’t want to wish for anything.”
“Nothing?” Mitch grabbed her hands. “In all your life, you haven’t dreamed of anything? You haven’t wanted to change anything?”
“No,” she said, then her head tipped to the side. “Well, maybe…” Edie stared off into the space over Mitch’s shoulder. “Yes.” Then her gaze shifted to Harry.
A shiver of awareness snaked across Harry’s mind. Why was she looking his way? Did she want to change something about him? Oh, no. “Edie, think about it.”
“Do it, Edie!” Mitch said. “Here’s your chance.”
She shook her head, still staring at Harry, a flush creeping up her neck. “I don’t know…”
“Sometimes you gotta say ‘What the heck’.” Damn, Mitch and his careless advice.
Harry wanted to punch Mitch is his big fat mouth. Instead, he stared across at Edie and willed her not to make the leap. But like a sapling in the face of an approaching avalanche, Harry could do nothing to stop her. “Don’t do it, Edie,” he whispered.
Her words came out in monotone syllables. “I wish I were the most desirable woman in the country.”
Thunder rumbled and the floors shook.
The walls of the apartment wobbled like an unfocused spyglass. Harry reached for Edie but instead of grabbing her, he pawed at the air where she’d been. Edie had disappeared.
When the room settled back into place, Mitch yelled, “Wow! That was incredible! Holy shit, where’s Edie?”
Without missing a beat, Harry balled his fist and punched Mitch in the eye.
* * * * *
Hot lights shown down on Edie, their intensity blinding her. Where was she? What happened?
“ Baby Likes it Hot , scene two, take two,” a man’s voice said.
Edie’s vision cleared. She was in a cavernous room with lights mounted on extension poles, pointing at her from all angles. Her hands slid across smooth fabric. Red satin—as in red satin sheets. Where the hell was she? Leaning up on her elbow, she surveyed her surroundings. Dead center in a large round bed, she was covered in red satin sheets with a white faux fur throw tossed over her body.
“That’s right, Edie, let the blanket
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