As You Desire
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Two scarred hearts learn to beat again with the healing power of love and all its magic… Accused of being a traitor to the Djinn Brotherhood, Lona realizes trying to love the wrong man has cost her everything…maybe even her freedom. Alone and pregnant, she’s beginning to believe the terrible pain she’s experiencing is punishment for all her wrong choices as she tries to pick up the pieces of her life. When Rafi finds Lona suffering in agony, he makes a hasty decision and takes her home. Ignoring the mutual attraction between them, he agrees, when asked, to keep Lona in his charge until Rue is tracked down and the High Council can be certain of her innocence. Rafi knows she’s not guilty. He’s lived with a lifetime of heartache, enough to recognise that something other than guilt is causing Lona’s pain. He’ll do anything to help her heal and find some peace. Their journey together might also lead to his own salvation…
Rafi bit back a curse as he waited for his current master, Lacey, to make her final wish. He heard her stunned gasp from her bedroom and stifled a yawn as she rushed back into the living room dressed in a denim mini-skirt and a tight pink T-shirt that clung to her breasts.
She swivelled in the mirror, admiring her new slim, stacked body. “Look at me! I haven’t had this skirt on since…well, never. I can’t believe it—I’m freaking hawt now!”
Rafi cringed as she let out another squeal of delight.
“Omigoodness…look at my butt. Do you see it?”
He didn’t bother responding as Lacey continued to gush over her new curves.
“You still have one wish left to use.”
Lacey giggled with excitement, twirling like a ballerina in front of the mirror.
“It’s so hard to decide. I still can’t believe this happened to me!”
These were the moments he hated being a Djinn. He was so tired of fulfilling empty, mundane, utterly typical wishes.
C’mon, lady, I don’t have all day.
He blew out a breath, frustrated with everything. It would be so easy to help her make a decision. All he’d have to do was give her a gentle mental push and use the unique ability he’d been born with to project his thought into Lacey’s mind.
Too bad it was strictly forbidden behaviour for any Djinn capable of the gift within the Brotherhood.
Wishes were to be made freely. The reality was he actually did have all day, all month…hell, all year if that was how long Lacey decided to take to utter her last request.
Lacey glanced away from her reflection to cast a quick look at him through the mirror. “What’s the matter, gorgeous? Am I taking too long for you?”
The smile he gave her spiked the intensity of the headache thumping against his skull.
“Time is of no consequence for me.”
Rafi crossed his arms, wishing Lacey lived in the tropics instead of this godforsaken frozen farmhouse located in the middle of nowhere.
“Maybe that’s it…I could wish to live forever, like you.”
“Trust me—living forever isn’t as great as it sounds.”
A stab of pain hit his heart and Rafi steeled himself as it travelled down the length of his body.
How long had it been since he’d allowed himself to feel that heartache?
He blinked, trying to erase images of smiling grey eyes, silky chestnut hair and—
“I can come to you later. Give you some time to make your final decision.”
Lacey turned her face away from the mirror and glanced at the stacks of cash covering her coffee table before looking at him. “Wait. I know what I want.”
Rafi nodded his head, ready to deliver and split. He couldn’t wait to get home after a week in the icy tundra.
“You’ve been very good to me, Rafi.” Lacey walked over to him, running her eyes over his body.
Oh, hell, here we go.
“That’s my job as your Djinn.”
Lacey lifted her gaze from his chest to meet his eyes. “You’re a dream come true, and I’m not just talking about the wishes.”
“I’m glad you’re satisfied.”
Wrong choice of words.
He could practically feel the sexual hunger emanating from Lacey. She had no doubt been starved of male attention, her locale and extra body weight hindering her dating activities big time.
“I’d like to be.” Lacey gave him a hesitant smile as she smoothed her hands down her denim skirt.
Perhaps if he played clueless she’d lose her nerve.
Lacey reached up and touched his shoulder.
“I’d like to be satisfied by you.”
She blushed, obviously unaccustomed to making brazen demands. If he wasn’t in such a foul mood he might’ve acted on her bashful come-on.
“Is that your final wish?”
“Could it be?”
Not exactly the truth, but she wasn’t privy to the by-laws of the Djinn Brotherhood.
Lacey’s face fell. “Oh. I’m so embarrassed.”
Her voice wobbled as she averted her gaze and wrapped her arms around her pert breasts.
“You must think I’m pathetic.”
Rafi watched her turn from him as she shook her head. “Not at all, Lacey. Look at me.”
He waited for her to drop her hands and meet his gaze. Lacey took in a deep breath as she tried to compose herself and Rafi was glad he’d learnt a long time ago how not to react to another person’s emotions. He wasn’t immune to the waves of sadness rolling off Lacey and a small part of him felt a little guilty for denying her request. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t obliged women with the exact same wish in the past, but he was tired of having sex with no emotional ties.