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obey me.” And because you turned me down twice and pissed off one mighty warlock!

Chapter Three
     
    Cindy’s body was sore in places she’d never expected. Her butt cheeks were still slightly red and splotchy from the spankings her mystery lover had given her last night, hence why she sat on one cheek. And her nipples. Who knew the light feel of her crisp white-collared shirt would actually make them ache? Her pussy still felt swollen and even though she’d taken a hot shower, she felt as if her body remembered the feel of his skillful hands and mouth on her skin when she closed her eyes. Talk about romantic. Immediately, she wanted to smack her head.
    There really was nothing remotely romantic about last night. She did remember going to the auction and placing bids on a man but for the universe she couldn’t seem to figure out how she’d ended up in bed with her blind date. Cindy rubbed her temples in a small repeating pattern, hoping to unlock the fuzziness in her brain, which screamed at her she was missing something important.
    She’d had four hours of hot, erotic, mind-blowing sex with a complete stranger. With a man she didn’t even know. She did know he was masterful and considerate and had taken the time always to put a condom on. He’d pushed her buttons but she’d loved it and that had surprised her. While nameless, Cindy knew in her heart she’d never forget him.
    For the first time in years she thought her magic would come in handy. I could cast a spell, bind my mystery lover to me but then it wouldn’t be real, would it? Cindy drew a sharp breath in, rearranged her business folders and realized the enormity of her wayward thoughts. Magic! That temptation to use what coursed through her veins and mind made her nervous. She had survived this long with the charade of being human so Cindy wasn’t about to let one man take all she had gained—her independence, her freedom and choice of lifestyle—away from her. Using business smarts, she’d get what she wanted.
    If Cindy used magic three times in one moon-cycle she’d be forced back home to the Darklander realm. Worse, she’d end up having to work for the Graco -Roman Witches’ Coven for the rest of her life. She blinked hard. Not in this lifetime.
    Using her brain power and business sense, she had worked hard to be allowed to go to a human university, get a job and work her way to the top. A thrill of potentially getting what she wanted felt like a caffeine jolt to her system. Before she could thoroughly plan her maneuvering her office phone rang. It was Nora.
    “Spill.”
    Nora’s soft purring voice, slightly anxious, teased Cindy. Knowing Nora as Cindy had since their university days, the poor woman had probably been up all night worried sick about Cindy giving in to the wild side.
    “No way.”
    “Oh. My. God! You actually did it. You went to Finn’s and let the wild side out. I can hear it in your voice.”
    “Maybe.” Cindy attempted to swivel her chair around but that proved hard to accomplish when only one butt cheek firmly rested on the leather seat. Pulling on an earring, Cindy had no idea what Nora was talking about.
    “Why would I go to Finn’s?” asked Cindy.
    An audible pause filled the line. “Cindy, you were to meet your blind date at Finn’s Restaurant.”
    Cindy gave a choked chuckle. “I was?” Clearly perplexed, Cindy had no recollection of that. She vividly remembered enjoying the night with her friends at the auction, but no way she’d set foot inside Finn’s Restaurant, located on the outside of the tallest building in the city. Without the use of her magic, heights terrified her.
    “Details, baby, details,” demanded Nora.
    Normally, Cindy loved to spill all the beans to her best friend, Nora or even to Tina, but this time she didn’t want to. Until she had all the answers and felt more like herself she planned to keep her worries to herself. What’s real and what’s not?
    Switching topics, she asked,