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meaning, she had no choice but to believe in it.
The situation is impossible. The sacrifice is too steep. Me for him or vice versa.
“You need to think differently, my dove. Impossibility often means an opportunity to grow.”
Jovie jerked her head up at the sound of his voice. The rich timbre sent shivers over her body that mimicked the strongest orgasm. She dropped her pen and stared. A black t-shirt molded to his chest and a pair of faded jeans hugged his ass and thighs like a second skin, letting her mind dwell on remembered pleasures. “Rand.” Fear and excitement warred for dominance in her chest. What would he do? What would she?
“Watching you every day but not touching or talking has been torture.” He glanced about her office. His gaze settled on the creamer pot which rested on a bookshelf near her desk. “You’ve wasted no time getting acclimated to your new life.”
“It’s proved to be everything I wanted from a career.” His presence filled the office, encroached into her personal space like he’d always been there and imparted her with a feeling of happiness and contentment. “I’ll give you my brand new condo, my car, anything, if you’ll reconsider this insane request.”
“Oh, Jovie. If only it were that simple.” He came around her desk to perch on the corner of that piece of furniture. “The powers-that-be are very strict. Your life or mine. No exceptions. I have already spent enough time in the nether world. I’d like to live again with flesh and blood.”
“So would I.” She swallowed and crossed her legs when he brushed against her. “My life has only started. Would you really be so cruel as to take that away?” His beach-like scent filled her nose until she couldn’t breathe from wanting him so badly.
“You are right, of course.” Sadness tinged his grin. “I can deny you nothing. I never could.”
“Except this one little thing.” She swallowed against the tears clogging her throat. “Rand, there must be another way.” Giving into the urge, she laid a hand on his thigh. He flinched. An involuntary sigh escaped when he lifted the hand to his lips.
“I’m powerless to object, so here is your last chance for freedom.” His words warmed her skin. “You have three nights to find out what my full name is. If, after that time, you are unable to give me the correct name, you have no choice but to take my place in the creamer pot. Do you understand?”
Jovie nodded. After all, how hard would it be to determine his name when he’d already told her to call him Rand? “I understand. No more tricks?”
"This is correct."
"If I fail and end up in that pot, what's to say someone else couldn't set me free?" There had to be a loophole.
He shook his head. "I am sorry. You unlocked my seal. It would follow that I would be your key as well."
"I see. And why would you set me free if it meant you return to that prison."
"Sadly, this is so."
She ignored the doubts that crept up to steal the joy of her reprieve. “Will you stay visible to me each night?”
“If you wish it.”
“I do.” And I wish so much more. If only things were different.
He took one of her fingers into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. “There are millions of names in this world, my princess. You’ll be hoarse by the time you say them all to me, but I wouldn’t want to spend my time any other way.”
Blinking away her tears, she nodded again. “Until tonight.”
Chapter Nine
Taking a swig from her third bottle of water that night, Jovie folded her arms on her desktop and dropped her head on them. This was going to take forever. She’d pulled up every baby name site on the Internet and scrolled through thousands of names from countries all over the world then abandoned them for different surnames used globally. Still nothing remotely close—according to Rand himself.
She lifted her head and looked at the object of her frustration. It was unfair he appeared so calm and cool,
The situation is impossible. The sacrifice is too steep. Me for him or vice versa.
“You need to think differently, my dove. Impossibility often means an opportunity to grow.”
Jovie jerked her head up at the sound of his voice. The rich timbre sent shivers over her body that mimicked the strongest orgasm. She dropped her pen and stared. A black t-shirt molded to his chest and a pair of faded jeans hugged his ass and thighs like a second skin, letting her mind dwell on remembered pleasures. “Rand.” Fear and excitement warred for dominance in her chest. What would he do? What would she?
“Watching you every day but not touching or talking has been torture.” He glanced about her office. His gaze settled on the creamer pot which rested on a bookshelf near her desk. “You’ve wasted no time getting acclimated to your new life.”
“It’s proved to be everything I wanted from a career.” His presence filled the office, encroached into her personal space like he’d always been there and imparted her with a feeling of happiness and contentment. “I’ll give you my brand new condo, my car, anything, if you’ll reconsider this insane request.”
“Oh, Jovie. If only it were that simple.” He came around her desk to perch on the corner of that piece of furniture. “The powers-that-be are very strict. Your life or mine. No exceptions. I have already spent enough time in the nether world. I’d like to live again with flesh and blood.”
“So would I.” She swallowed and crossed her legs when he brushed against her. “My life has only started. Would you really be so cruel as to take that away?” His beach-like scent filled her nose until she couldn’t breathe from wanting him so badly.
“You are right, of course.” Sadness tinged his grin. “I can deny you nothing. I never could.”
“Except this one little thing.” She swallowed against the tears clogging her throat. “Rand, there must be another way.” Giving into the urge, she laid a hand on his thigh. He flinched. An involuntary sigh escaped when he lifted the hand to his lips.
“I’m powerless to object, so here is your last chance for freedom.” His words warmed her skin. “You have three nights to find out what my full name is. If, after that time, you are unable to give me the correct name, you have no choice but to take my place in the creamer pot. Do you understand?”
Jovie nodded. After all, how hard would it be to determine his name when he’d already told her to call him Rand? “I understand. No more tricks?”
"This is correct."
"If I fail and end up in that pot, what's to say someone else couldn't set me free?" There had to be a loophole.
He shook his head. "I am sorry. You unlocked my seal. It would follow that I would be your key as well."
"I see. And why would you set me free if it meant you return to that prison."
"Sadly, this is so."
She ignored the doubts that crept up to steal the joy of her reprieve. “Will you stay visible to me each night?”
“If you wish it.”
“I do.” And I wish so much more. If only things were different.
He took one of her fingers into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. “There are millions of names in this world, my princess. You’ll be hoarse by the time you say them all to me, but I wouldn’t want to spend my time any other way.”
Blinking away her tears, she nodded again. “Until tonight.”
Chapter Nine
Taking a swig from her third bottle of water that night, Jovie folded her arms on her desktop and dropped her head on them. This was going to take forever. She’d pulled up every baby name site on the Internet and scrolled through thousands of names from countries all over the world then abandoned them for different surnames used globally. Still nothing remotely close—according to Rand himself.
She lifted her head and looked at the object of her frustration. It was unfair he appeared so calm and cool,
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