“Nova, this is Zaine and Finley, my partners,” Sorcha replied.
“Nice to meet you both. Now, what can I do for you?” Nova asked. “I'm guessing this isn't a social call.”
“No, it's not. I'm hoping you have Rogue's Wormwood on hand. I've run out and am in desperate need of more,” Sorcha told her.
“Rogue's Wormwood, I think I have some in the back. Dare I ask why you have a dire need for it?” Nova asked.
“I had a spell get overpowered and need a counterspell now,” Sorcha admitted.
“Och, dire indeed. Wait here,” Nova told them and stepped in the back.
When she came back, Sorcha knew it wasn't good, because her hands were empty.
“I was mistaken, I'm out of Rogue's Wormwood. I'll have to go to the greenhouse to get more, but I won't be able to do that until my closing girl gets here at 5,” Nova told them.
“Damn it. We're going to have to reschedule our flight,” Sorcha said with a sigh. “It can't be helped. What time would be best to pick it up?” she asked the woman.
“First thing in the morning. We open at 8,” Nova told her.
“Okay. We'll be here when you open,” Sorcha told her. Once they were outside her shoulders slumped.
“Hey, it's okay. We'll get it and be back home tomorrow,” Finley told her. “Let's get the flight changed and then take that tour of Glasgow.”
“Maybe we could find a club to go dancing later,” Zaine suggested. “We just have to decide on where we're staying tonight.”
Sorcha changed their flight, for a nominal fee, then they pulled up the hotel list again.
“I want to stay at Glenskirlie Castle,” Finley said. “My treat. One of the castle suites with a four-poster bed.”
“Are you sure? That's going to be expensive,” Sorcha said.
“I'm positive. We can't stay in Scotland and not stay in a castle,” he replied.
“If you insist,” Sorcha said and booked the room.
“Now, let's go on that tour,” Finley said and kissed her.
Soon they were on the top level of a double-decker bus, enjoying the sights of the city.
Sorcha spotted a shop she wanted to check out, and was on her feet moving down the steps seconds later, with her men hot on her heels.
“What's up, Angel?” Zaine asked once they'd hopped off.
“I saw a shop I want to check out,” Sorcha told them.
“Lead the way, Sweetheart,” Finley said.
Sorcha led them back down the street and both men whistled when she came to a stop.
“Our girl's feeling adventurous,” Zaine chuckled. “Let's go inside, and see if we find something we like.”
They stepped into the adult store and started looking around. “Silk ties. Get two sets and we could bind our girl to the bed and have our way with her,” Finley said, making Sorcha whimper.
“Oh, I think she likes that. We need a blindfold, too, to enhance the sensation of being at our mercy,” Zaine put in.
Sorcha shivered. “Yes, please,” she murmured. She found the floggers and ran her hands over them.
Zaine came up behind her and picked one up, examining it. “Have you ever been flogged, Angel?” he asked.
