Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Callie’s not the only witch in this town. I can sense magic all around me, and it excites me when it should make me hesitate. Crossing the street, I head straight to the bookstore and go inside. A mousy young woman looks up from the register to say hello, but her voice dies in her throat when she sees me.
Color rushes to her cheeks, and she sweeps her eyes over me, still unable to form a coherent sentence. I tend to have that effect on women. That woman isn’t a witch, but I can sense magic coming from somewhere in the store. The magic isn’t as strong as Callie’s, and after walking down two aisles, I spot the blonde girl from the photo. According to the website, her name is Kristy and she and Callie have been best friends for over ten years.
And she’s also a witch.
This is getting more and more interesting as the night goes by. Callie isn’t in the store, but with her Jeep parked out front, I decide to stay and look for a book to read during the day tomorrow and see if she shows up before I leave.
Five minutes later, the bell above the door dings. I don’t have to look up to know it’s her. I can sense her and smell her magic all at the same time. That fluttering inside me comes back, and I lift my eyes from the dirty romance novel in my hand to look at her beautiful face.
Chapter
Eight
“What the hell?” she whispers, and her black cat winds around her feet. She takes her cat with her? She either is a crazy cat lady or that cat really isn’t a cat at all, though I didn’t sense anything otherwise when I was at her house last night. I was a bit preoccupied with mentally fucking her in every position I can think of, though.
“Why, hello to you too,” I say and flick my gaze back to the book. I’d just come across a deliciously detailed sex scene. “Have you read this one? I find this passage very exhilarating.”
Callie’s eyes are wide, and her heart rate is increasing more and more the longer she stares at me. “I haven’t yet, but if you’re going to crack the spine, you better be buying it.”
“Yet? Then I will buy it and will think of you when I finish this sex scene.” I turn the page and quickly read a paragraph about the love interest in this book making the woman come so hard she soaks the sheets beneath her. “You know, I’ve heard women complain that sex in real life is never as good as it is in books. Obviously, they’ve never been fucked by a vampire.”
“Keep your voice down,” she whisper-yells.
“You’re rather prudish for someone who half-owns a store full of erotic romance.”
“I am far from a prude. But unfortunately for you, you’ll never find out just how much of one I’m not.” She purses her lips and shakes her head at herself. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I’m curious about you.” I close the book.
“Well, I’m not an animal at a zoo. Go get your jollies elsewhere and watch somebody else.” She lifts her head up and once again, her take-no-shit attitude throws me. It’s so different from what I’m used to, and being surprised turns me on as much as it thrills me.
I force myself to stop staring at her before my cock hardens right here in the store. This place is nice. Quaint, even, and fits right into this picture-perfect little town. She’s still pissed at me for lying to her, and while I can’t blame her, I don’t want to be the reason she’s upset. I can be the reason she’s the one squealing and soaking the sheets instead.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I say honestly. “I feel an apology is in order for me misleading you last night. You’re not the type of witch I thought you were, and if you’d grant me permission, I’d like to take you out tonight.”
“What?”
“I’m asking you on a date, Callie.”
Her cat growls as she’s gaping over my question. I turn my head and inhale, looking at the cat. He looks just like a house cat but he can’t be. I crouch down to get a closer feel.
“Your cat isn’t really a cat, is he?” I ask, still trying to get a read on the thing. It’s definitely not a regular feline, but I can’t figure out what it is.
Callie looks around, making sure no one is listening. So the people in the town don’t know she’s a witch. “No, he’s a familiar. You’re just now figuring it out? Nice job with the shielding,” she compliments the familiar.
“He’s an old one. Isn’t he?” I’m getting more of a read on the power coming off the familiar.