Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
A frail woman was the first to approach. She began to spew her entire medical history before I could even open my mouth. Clients like these, made my job easy. I wouldn’t have to be as vague or open with my so-called supernatural powers. Getting this woman to buy any tea, potion, or crystal of my choosing would be a walk in the park. If I really tried, I knew I could manage the sale of all of the above.
As the woman continued to talk, something had me turning my head over my shoulder, my gaze going instantly to three men standing in the corner of the store. A quick glance showed the curve of their lips lifted in amusement. Could they see through my guise? I could have ignored them, but people like these assholes were bad for business. They needed to be addressed and kicked out of my store.
Turning back to the frail woman, I quickly guided her in the direction of the most expensive herbs in the store and snapped my fingers, causing my many bracelets to jingle. With Granny G now dead, I turned my customer over to the shop assistant I’d recently hired to help me.
“Don’t you fret. Julie here is going to make sure you have everything you need. You’ll be amazed at how quickly you’ll be feeling better.”
The woman seemed a little bewildered, but after I gave her a soft pat on the arm, she smiled and thanked me. Yup, my assistant could handle this one blindfolded. I had to deal with skeptical non-believers who just wanted to fuck with me.
Gliding as seductively as I could—for it was time for me to truly fuck with them—I made my way to the back of the store. One of the men was running his fingers over a glass orb, with what appeared to be amusement in his expression. Without a word, I lifted his rough-callused hand in mine as the other two watched. It wasn’t the fact that the size and strength of his hand made my own seem elfish in comparison, but the zap I felt with the connection that had me forgetting my purpose for a moment.
He seemed startled as well, his brow quirking. I honestly didn’t know if he was questioning the fact that a spark had leapt between us or was wondering at my audacity in reaching for his hand. Remembering my intent, I decided it didn’t really matter. I had dealt with men and women like this group before. I had found facing them head-on usually caused them to back away and ultimately leave the store. I prided myself on my ability to appear unflappable, exuding a level of confidence that would prove too much for the poor, unbelieving souls to bear.
Releasing the man’s hand, I took advantage of that spark and acted as if I’d been burnt. “Oh… ahhhh… there is a fire within you.” Keeping the drama was crucial.
I swayed my hips and slowly closed my eyes, trying to ignore the way the man looked at me, and blocking out the snickers from the other two.
“I can feel the burn. I can almost taste the liquid heat that is melting your soul.”
I had to bite back a giggle as the sentence left my mouth. I knew I was laying it on thick, but I needed to make these skeptical fools uncomfortable as quickly as possible so they would leave the store. I had clients anxiously waiting for my attention and money to be made. The last thing I needed was to have these men mess with the mystical vibe I worked so hard to keep.
The jerk chuckled brashly enough to be heard by all. The others turned their snickers into full-on belly laughs. I opened my eyes and swallowed down the anger building inside. Damn, this wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. I could see that customers were watching my every move. I couldn’t let these arrogant pricks win.
This required me to dig a bit deeper. I turned to one of the other men and grabbed his hand as well. Letting out a soft moan as if affected by the power entering me, I said, “The pain… the pain is in your back.” It was a good guess on my part, considering it was obvious he was a working man. The muscles in his frame, his rough hands, and the wear on his jeans were a real giveaway.
“No. The pain is in my ass,” his husky voice abruptly cut in.
I tried not to let the hint of intimidation win over. Over six feet of rugged, tightly muscled man with dark wavy hair set against sun-kissed skin was not going to do me in. Although his piercing blue eyes that looked more dangerous than welcoming, might just do so.