Hex Drive Collection: Volume One by Renee George

Author:Renee George [George, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Magic & Mayhem Universe

Chapter Six

"Nothing to hear," I invoked as soon as we made it to our room. I didn't know if the other cult members had bugged the place. Probably not, but better not to take a chance.

Chance. Ugh. And Fate, and Destiny, and Free Will. My head still spun from the earlier encounter.

The honeymoon suite on the tenth floor had a separate living room area, a large balcony with a private pool, the master bedroom had a six-foot by two-foot see-through aquarium floor. It must have taken some kind of miracle of engineering not to have it crash through the rooms below, in front of a king-sized bed and a twelve foot walk-down hot tub surrounded by mirrors on the walls and the ceiling above. My favorite part of the whole cliché nightmare was the two private bathrooms with showers, one for her and one for him. At least, we didn't have to share a toilet. That would be too much like a real marriage.

"Are you going to tell me why you whisked me out of the ballroom like your broomstick was on fire?"

"Har har," I said. "Jokes on you. My broomstick is fireproof." Witches didn't need broomsticks to fly, but some of the more rural of my kind liked to kick it old school.

"That's not an answer."

"It's an answer. Just not the one you're looking for." I wanted to tell him about Fate, and I'd made up my mind on the elevator ride up to do it as soon as I was sure we wouldn't be monitored, but when I tried to speak about her, it was as if the words got caught in my throat. I coughed and tried again. Nothing. I put my finger to the back of my tongue, gagged, and dry heaved. When I could breathe again, I said, "That was a bad idea."

"Just tell me."

"I can't," I said, kicking off my ginormously high heels. I reached back and couldn't unclasp the tiny clasp on the dress at the top of the zipper. I struggled, spinning, bending, jumping, and damn near ripping at the fabric to get ahold of the elusive damn thing. I am extremely flexible. This should not have been a problem. "Ahh!" I let out in frustration.

"Do you want help?"

"No." I turned my back to him. "But I obviously need it."

He chuckled, and the sexy sound made my vee-jay tingle as if ready to mingle.

"Down, girl," I chided.

I felt his fingertips at the base of my neck. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing." I wiggled my knees, trying to distract my lusty loins. "Do you have it, yet?"

"Almost," he said. "It's lodged in the seam." Every time his hands brushed the tiny hairs at the back of my neck, my thighs quivered.

I yanked forward, staggering a few steps. "I'll figure it out," I said.

"I got it," he replied. "The clasp is undone now." His eyes warmed with undeniable desire as he stared at me. "I can get the zipper for you if you want."

I wanted. Oh,

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