~ Fantasy Lover Part 5 ~
"Okay," Grace said giving in. "Quit stalling and tell me what this book has to do with my sex life.
Selena's face became gravely earnest. "That guy I showed you.....Michael....is a love slave who is completely controlled by, and devoted to, whoever summons him." Grace laughed out loud. She knew it was rude, but she couldn't help it. "Don't laugh, I'm serious."
"I know you are and that's what makes this so funny."Clearing her throat, Grace sobered. "Okay. What do I have to do? Strip off my clothes and dance by the Pontcharttrain at midnight?" The corner of her mouth lifted even as Selena's eyes darkened in warning. "You're right. I'd get sex all right, but it wouldn't be from that gorgeous love slave."
The book fell from the table.
Selena jumped with a shriek and scooted her chair back. Grace gasped, "You pushed that with your elbow, didn't you?" Her eyes as round as saucers, Selena shook her head no.
"Fess up, Sel."
"I didn't do it," she said, her face deadly serious. "I think you offended him."
Shaking her head at that nonsense, Grave fished her keys and sunglasses out of her purse. Yeah right, this was just like that time on college when Sel had talked her into using a Ouija board and had made it out to say that she would marry a sex god by the time she was thirty and have six kids by him. To this day, Selena refused to admit that she had moved the board and right now it was too hot under the August sun to argue. "Look, I need to get back to the office. I have a two o'clock and I don't want to get caught in traffic." She pulled her ray bans on. "Are you still coming over tonight?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'll bring the wine."
"All right then I'll see you at eight." Grace paused ling enough to say, "Tell Bill I said hi and thanks for letting you come over for my birthday." Selena watched her walk off and smiled. "Just wait until you see tour birthday present," she whispered, picking the book up from where it had fallen. She trailed her hand over the soft tooled leather, brushing away a few grains of dirt. Opening it back up, Selena stared at the gorgeous picture, and at eyes that were drawn in black and yet somehow, gave the impression of a deep, chocolate brown. For once, her spell would work. She was sure of it.
"You'll like her Michael," Selena whispered to him as she traced her finger over his perfect body. "But I should warn you, she'd try the patience of a saint. And getting inside her defenses will be as hard as breaching the walls of Troy. Still, I think if anyone can help her find herself, it's you." Underneath her hand, she felt the book grow warm and instinctively she knew it was his way of agreeing with her.
