“Very much.”The elegant sex witch gestured to the chair on the far side of her desk.“What can I do for you?”
Beam took the offered seat and folded her hands in her lap.“I was wondering if you can help me with a problem I’ve got.”
Esmé leaned back and crossed her shapely legs.“What sort of problem?”
She took a breath, trying to get over the embarrassment of having to ask for help with this problem.“I seem to have gotten myself on the wrong side of a satyr.”
Esmé looked her over slowly.“That could be quite a significant problem.”
Beam swallowed and nodded.“Since that encounter, I haven’t been able to get off.”
Esmé tapped her fingernails on the surface of her desk.“If it was a sex witch who had done that to you, I could fix it, but a satyr’s magic is different enough from mine that I won’t be able to undo whatever he’s done.”
Beam let out a long sigh.“So what can I do?”
The corners of Esmé’s lips turned down.“Normally I’d suggest killing any fucker who did that to someone I employ, but since there’s only one satyr in Vegas right now and he’s one of Emil Álvarez’s guards, that might not be the best course of action.”
“Fuck,” Beam said.“Really?”
Esmé nodded.“Unfortunately.Although if you do decide on vengeance, I could probably be convinced.Lots of untended desert around here.”
Beam waved a hand.“No, that won’t be necessary.”Emil Álvarez was the relatively new business partner of the Reyes family, who they all worked for.That was a very large, very complicated applecart that she didn’t want to upset.“Now that I know where he is, I can try to talk to him.”
After she thanked Esmé for the information, she texted her friend Kai.The water witch had taken up with one of the Álvarez guards as soon as they had come to town at the end of October and was the easiest way Beam could think of to get more information about the goat in question.
Hey, babe.What can you tell me about the satyr who works for Emil?
A few minutes later, Kai responded,Talon?He’s a grumpy fucker.Even grumpier than normal the last few weeks.
Great.A grumpier than usual goat.Exactly what she didn’t need in her life.Beam sent back,Can you give him my number?I need to get a hold of him.
Sure,Kai texted.He’s out right now, but I’ll let him know when he gets back.
A few hours went by before Beam got a message from an unknown number.Come to this address.Don’t bother wearing underwear.A map pin was attached that linked to an address in a very ritzy part of town.
Her fingers shook as she sent her reply,I just want to talk to you about removing the curse.
We won’t be talking.
How did those four simple words get her going so hard?
Beam had to spend a minute deep breathing before she could respond,I’m not interested in continuing whatever this is.She stared at the dots that indicated he was typing.
This only ends one way, sweetheart.With my cock in you.
She squeezed her thighs together.She could almost hear that last text growled in her ear.He’d called her bluff.
Going to the address he’d sent was a terrible idea.If he got his hands on her, she wouldn’t be able to deny her body’s reaction to him.Would that be the worst outcome?Maybe if she appeased him, he’d undo the curse, and they could go their separate ways afterwards.
Beam took a quick shower and examined her closet.After a few minutes of contemplation, she chose a simple slip dress in a deep purple tone.She did wear underwear, because fuck him and his orders, and some strappy heels.
When the car she’d hired pulled into the driveway, she texted him to let him know she was there but he was already standing at the door waiting for her.
The Penalty
Talonwatchedthecarpull into the driveway and ignored his phone notification, which was undoubtedly a text from the witch who haunted his every waking moment.
When she unfurled her mouth-watering legs from the backseat, she flashed him a peek of her lacy purple panties.He fought the smile that wanted to spread across his face at her tiny act of defiance.She’d pay for that, but the boldness tickled him.
