Witch Weigh (A Paranormal Romantic Comedy) Read Online Free

off the tiny bit of gold sparkles that clung to her thankfully still black dress. Curious as to where she’d been taken, she looked around.
    They’d landed in a virtual palace of pink.
    Ewww. The décor was a combination of shabby cottage chic and Las Vegas tacky. Who could stand to live in a place like this?
    “Is this going to be my cell?” she asked.
    Liam smiled. Again. Did he not know how to frown? She watched as he sat on a cabbage rose print overstuffed armchair. He looked oddly at ease.
    “Cell? Don’t be silly. Aren’t you going to be a good hostess and offer me a beer?”
    Hostess? Had she landed smack in the middle of Liam Kennedy’s harem? Was she supposed to be his new sex slave? Sex slave slash cocktail waitress?
    “Not unless I could poison it.” She took a closer look around. They were in a condo judging by the floor plan. A floor plan that reminded her very much of her own condo.
    Oh, no. It couldn’t be hers. No. She whirled around, eyes anxiously taking in her surroundings. Nothing was familiar except the layout. Her condo was done in minimalist gray tones with chrome furniture and low lighting.
    Just to be sure she headed through to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. There wasn’t a vegetable in sight. Not a single wine bottle either. Definitely not hers. This one was stocked with beer and Chinese carry out boxes. What would that equal? Sixty thousand calories?
    She eyed the beer bottles. Perhaps she’d try that whole catching flies with honey thing Aunt Trudy had talked about for years. She took one bottle and then another. Maybe getting Liam drunk would allow her to gather information and thus enable her to devise a plan to get out of this mess.
    It was worth a try.
    ***
    Liam took one look at Tessa’s face and knew she was up to something.
    “Cold beer.” She deposited both bottles on the table between his chair and the sofa. She hitched her skirt up and settled onto the sofa, drawing her legs up beside her. She pointed to the beer. “How exactly do they open?”
    “Not with magic, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
    She frowned. She did that a lot lately. She should watch that or the wrinkles would start to show in a couple of hundred years.
    “I’m not hinting at anything, Mr. Kennedy. I’m just curious how one goes about drinking from a bottle.”
    He grabbed a beer. “It’s Liam, and let’s skip the Mr. Kennedy routine. Old fashioned politeness doesn’t sound natural coming from you.” In a much practiced move he held the beer bottle against the edge of the coffee table and flipped the lid off. He handed it to her and opened the second bottle for himself.
    He held it up. “Cheers.”
    Tessa looked at the bottle as if it was an alien object before she took a tentative sip.
    Her grimace made him laugh. He took a long swig and savored the coldness as it went down.
    “Go ahead, fire away,” he told her.
    “What?” She sounded genuinely confused. She looked oddly out of place considering this was her own condo. And he’d bet nine and a half out of ten dollars she didn’t even know it.
    “I can see you’re burning up with questions so shoot.”
    “I do have one question.” She twirled her beer bottle as she spoke, without taking a second sip. “If you’re my fairy godperson, aren’t you supposed to grant me three wishes?”
    He laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was so clueless.
    “No, that would be a genie, a different game altogether.” He took one last swig of beer and set the empty bottle on the table. “But, just for the sake of conversation and getting to know each other, tell me what your first wish would be if I were your genie.”
    “You’ll do it?”
    “If I can. Go ahead, your reasonable wish is my command.”
    Tessa suddenly looked as satisfied as a cat with a canary’s feather in its teeth.
    “I wish you’d take off your shirt.”
    That certainly wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. Contessa Von Hellengaard was a witch in a