Witch Glitch: Magic and Mayhem Book Two Read Online Free

tree-covered hill and looked like it belonged in a magazine. The roof was covered with skylights and I counted at least four chimneys. It was masculine and big—just like its owner. A shiver skittered up my spine. This was getting messy. Messy was bad.
     
    "I'm not sure we know each other well enough for me to see your home," I said as I held my seatbelt shut in the front seat of his monster pick-up truck.
     
    "Zelda, I've been to your place every day for the past few weeks. We've had sex in every room except your father's. It's time to for you to see our house."
     
    He had mumbled the end of the sentence, probably hoping I missed the our part… I didn't.
     
    "Can we play Little Red Riding Hood here?" I inquired as I screwed up my courage to get out of the vehicle and see the home of the man I'd been having illicitly spectacular relations with.
     
    "It's not beyond the realm of possibilities," he said with a sexy grin. "But my cook has prepared lunch and I thought I could get you to help me with some ideas for redecorating."
     
    "Very crafty," I congratulated him. "Food and spending money on pretty things. Nice date."
     
    "I thought so," he said as he unsnapped my seat belt and pulled me to him.
     
    His lips grazed my jaw and he buried his face in my neck. Another shiver consumed me, but this one was far more pleasurable.
     
    "Come on," he said as he pulled me out of his truck.
     
    His excitement was cute and somewhat contagious. However, my tummy was flipping like a clogging festival on moonshine. This felt serious. Serious was not part of my repertoire. It reminded me of having to meet the parents of my former boyfriends. Parents never liked me. Of course Mac's parents had died so I couldn't use that excuse for my trepidation.
     
    I had to stall or possibly run. Being that I didn't know the area well, running wasn't my best option. Of course I could always just poof away with a wiggle of my nose or a flick of my hand, but I was trying just to use my magic only for the benefit of others. This was difficult since I was fairly selfish by nature, but I was trying.
     
    "Mac, how long ago did your parents die?" I asked as I bent down to examine a rock, a stick and some colorful fallen leaves.
     
    His smirk revealed he was in on my paranoia. "They died a long time ago. I still miss them."
     
    "How long?" I inquired as I feigned intense interest in a clump of dirt.
     
    "It's been about sixty years," he said.
     
    I froze. Sixty years? How the hell old was the man I'd been playing hide-the-salami with?
     
    "Um, Mac… can I ask you a question?"
     
    "If I say no will that stop you?"
     
    I thought about it for a brief moment. "Probably not."
     
    "Ask away, pretty girl."
     
    Did I want the answer to the question? What if he was as old as my dad? I mean I knew magical races lived for hundreds of years, but this was slightly disconcerting. Shithumpers. To ask or not to ask?
     
    Ask. I always asked. "Exactly how old are you?" I whispered and then held my breath.
     
    "Isn't it rude to ask a person their age?"
     
    "Are you a girl?"
     
    "Not last time I checked," he said as he squatted down next to me.
     
    "Then no, it's not even remotely rude."
     
    "You sure you want the answer, Zelda?"
     
    I thought back to the earlier question I'd asked Naked Dude and the appalling answer I'd received. As I tried to forget the mind-boggling amount of man whores my mother had consorted with, I paused.
     
    Did his age really matter?
     
    No.
     
    Would it change the wildly inappropriate need to slam him to the ground and ride him like a bronco while screaming Yeehaw?
     
    No.
     
    Would it change the alarming fact that I might be falling for the beautiful man next to me?
     
    No.
     
    Would it give me an excuse to get out of something that was way over what I might be able to handle and would surely screw up?
     
    Yes. Yes it would.
     
    "I want to know," I said.
     
    He expelled a slow breath and I tensed.
     
    "I'm