Theo throws his head back and laughs as the genie’s cheeks tint pink.
The door behind us opens, and Malachi strides in, holding a stunning glittering red gown. “Was he the other? He seems to be the most likely to share.”
Malachi frowns. “Was I the other what?”
“One giving me orgasms,” I supply.
Hart strolls in behind Malachi and throws a grape in his mouth from a bunch clutched in his hands. “That would be me,” he drawls.
The genie’s eyes widen comically. I worry for a tempo that they will roll out of their sockets and hit the bathing pool. “Hence why he needs the snacks,” I add.
“So you’re saying that in order to earn snacks, we have to give you orgasms?” Malachi says with a wicked smirk.
“Correct.”
“Sexual gratification in exchange for goods is surely harlot behavior,” the genie says, snapping out of his shock.
“Only if I am the one supplying the snacks,” I decide.
Theo nods like this is totally reasonable. It is. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of this until now. I’ve been distracted. It’s not unreasonable.
“And you believe in equality and for men and women to be treated the same?” Theo drawls.
“Is that even a question?” I give him my bestare you stupid?look, the one that people have thrown in my direction many, many times.
“Then it’s only fair that you give out orgasms to receive snacks, too,” Malachi says.
My mouth drops open. Stupid equality. Stupid anti-sexism. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “I cannot be held responsible if you withhold sausage from my mouth.”
Hart grins as he tosses another juicy grape into his mouth. “On the contrary, Calamity, that’s exactly where it should go.”
That’s how I made Hart smile and my genie blush. Damn knights. They want to manipulate me with seduction?Game on, boys.
Chapter
Sixteen
Red is my color. It is bold, strong, and sexy. I’m over blue and the simpering females who swoon at the sight of a flexed muscle or a cocky smirk. Red saysI am confident in my path, and if you want to be part of it, you have to ask politely. Prove yourself worthy of being in my life, not the other way around.My only makeup is the swipe of red on my lips that is a shade brighter than my dress.
Facing the mirror, I turn to the side and lean down to check that my boobs are safe in the daring, plunging neckline of this gown. No nip slips. All good here.
The mirror goes smokey, and my mirror man faces me. He blinks at my position, and for a hot tempo, I think I have miscalculated and he’s getting a look at some of my goods—again. But at least I’m not mid-pee flow this time.
“Fair Delilah, you are a vision in red,” he settles on.
I straighten and give him a quick twirl. The floor-length skirt flares out around me, the tiniest of gems shimmering like moving stars.
“Thank you. Is everything okay? I wasn’t expecting to see you until our return.”
“The genie informed us you would stay in this evening to snack on sausages provided by the knights.”
I bet all the goats in Far, Far Away that wasn’t what the genie said, but the mirror man has his own unique view of the realm, much like me, and no one should poop on someone’s view.
“If they are lucky, I’ll make snacks of their sausages,” I mutter. “Is my sister well?”
He nods. “She sends her sternest.”
Sternest? Odd word to send, yet it sounds like Gwyneth. “And Charming?”
