“What about the happy witch?” I ask him, giving him a smirk.
“No one is that happy, it’s unnatural,” he says, rolling his eyes. Waving his hand at the redhead to get her attention. “Love, can I get another whiskey, please?”
“Of course.” She perks up and starts pouring him another drink. I spin on my stool and watch as Blair helps the man and woman set up their stage. It takes longer than I would like. I want to talk to her more, see how long it takes until I can take her home with me.
I would be a liar if I said I hadn’t been with my fair share of mortals, but besides the fact that she’s a witch, I’ve never been so drawn to someone—ever. What I am causes me to be sexual by nature, but this is the strongest pull I’ve ever felt. Even if our magic wasn’t trying to force us together, her appearance and demeanor would do it for me. I want a woman who challenges me but also will let me challenge her. I haven’t been this excited about something since I got my corporeal body. A body that Blair seems to be attracted to. To a mere mortal, we look to have a significant age gap. My human form ages me at around forty five, Blair looks to be in her late twenties.
The couple plays a song. The man strums on his guitar while the woman sings. It’s a pleasant background noise, but not so loud that you can’t still hold a conversation. Blair smiles at them, and it appears genuine. She seems to have multiple sides of her personality, all of which I’m eager to get acquainted with.
Blair comes and stands between my legs—she’s a tiny little thing. She leans over the bar, and I think she’s going to touch me, but then she pulls back a cocktail that her co-worker has poured her. She takes a sip and places the drink back on the bar top.Little tease.
She leans against my side, not touching, but so I can hear her when she speaks. “How long will you be in town?”
“At least a few weeks. Anything you suggest we do in town while we’re here?”
“Oh, I can definitely think of some things.”
My hand is on the curve of her waist. The soft black fabric of her shirt rubs against my fingertips. I wish I was touching her skin. I’ve never felt this magnetic energy to touch someone the way I do with her. I pull her a little closer so her other hip is pushed against my leg. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes heavier, but she seems to calm and melt against my touch.
“I’m open to all and any suggestions.”
“There’s the beach, of course, and plenty of hiking trails. The Halloween festival is coming up.”
“What happens at this festival?”
“You dress up, there’s food, games, prizes.”
“And you want to go?”
“I love dressing up, I love playing pretend,” she says, her eyes gleaming like deep pools of honey. “What do you like to do?”
What do I like? “I like my motorcycle, whiskey, and being able to relax.”
“Do you like to dance?” she asks, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor, not even giving me an opportunity to respond.
The band plays their rendition ofRhiannonby Fleetwood Mac, and I can’t help but laugh. Blair boldly places her hands around my neck and fiddles with my hair. I place one hand on her waist and the other on her back, pushing her closer to me. We’re nearly flush against each other. She’s warm and soft, and I have to stop all the thoughts of different ways I could position her body against mine.
Her eyes flash pink for a moment until they go back to their honey brown color. I’ve never met a witch with that ability before. I want to ask her about it, but I’m not sure if I should disclose that I know she is a witch or not. It might lead to her questioning what I am, and the last thing I want to do is scare her off.
One of her hands slides down to my chest against the soft texture of the plaid shirt I’m wearing. She looks up at me and smiles before moving her hand back around my neck.
Lionel ruins our moment by tapping Blair on the shoulder and pointing to his mouth. Blair gives me a wide-eyed glance but whispers under her breath. It makes Lionel leave, and she shrugs.
“What’s his problem?”
“He has behavioral issues. Kind of like an untrained dog,” she says.
“Mmm, but bad behavior can be fun now and then.”
She leans closer to me. “I agree. Too many people think in terms of black and white and not all the shades of gray in between.”
“What shade of gray would you be, Blair?”
“On a good day, pewter, on a bad day, charcoal.”
“What kind of day was today?”
“It was a charcoal day… until you came into my bar.”
