Cathryn Fox - Magic & Mayhem

“Oh?”

Abby wrinkled her nose and glanced at Kayla. “Shane’s coming. With a date.”

“Ugh.” Kayla shook her head. “The man’s blind. Seriously. You’re better off without him.” She glanced at her boss and explained, “Shane Markham’s her neighbor.”

Brianna’s eyebrows rose. “Lucky. He’s hot.”

The cat growled an ominous warning. Abby yanked her hand back quickly. “Yikes. Sorry.” She turned back to Kayla. “Maybe you should show me those costumes you were talking about.”

While following her friend to the rear corner of the store, Abby perused the many offerings on the shelves. She caught up a small handbasket set at the end of the aisle for customer use and picked up a crystal ball and some pretty beaded bracelets.

“I set this one aside for you,” Kayla said, turning to reveal a purple gypsy costume. “I figured you’d like it because it’s your favorite color, but now I think it’s even more perfect because it’s the most revealing one we’ve got!”

“Jeez. I can’t wear that.” Abby eyed the sheer voluminous pants with the splits down the sides and the teeny tiny halter top with its dangling gold coin decorative trim. “It’s indecent!”

“Exactly! Show Shane what he’s missing.”

“Yeah, my lack of breasts?” Snorting, Abby gestured at her less-than-ample chest. “The man dates women who look like Carmen Elektra. Why the hell would I want to point out my deficiencies?”

“Whatever. You’ve got a great athletic figure. Flaunt it!”

“It’s cold!”

“So turn the heater up. It’s your house.” Kayla handed over the costume and moved back to the counter.

Abby stared at the plum-colored confection in her hand. Despite how much skin the outfit revealed, she really loved the hue, and a quick glance at the others on the rack told her she wouldn’t like any of them near as much. She had a couple shrug sweaters. One of them might work as a cover-up…

“Just buy it!” Kayla yelled from the counter.

So Abby did. Then she collected her purchases and waved bye before crossing the street back to her car. She set the bag on the passenger seat beside her and paused, noting the flyer that stuck out of one of the handle holes. It was yellowed and torn, reminding her of an Old West wanted poster. Curious, she pulled it out while she waited for the heater to kick in.

Mystical, magical, mayhem, and more

Bring me a lover with the stamina of four.

A lover to awaken my darkest desires

And last through one night stoking the fires.

Mystical, magical, mayhem, and more

Let the lover of my dreams walk through the door.

“The stamina of four, huh?” Abby shoved the handwritten advertisement back into the bag. “I wish.”

Putting the Rover into reverse, she looked over her shoulder and backed up.

Time to get ready.

ABBY HEAVED OUT HER BREATH AND TWISTED FROM SIDE TO SIDE, trying to see if the rear of her costume was as revealing as the front. She was pretty sure it was.

The sheer leggings of the low-slung pants were even more shocking when worn. From what she could tell from the mirror, the lower curves of her butt cheeks were clearly visible. And the tiny tube top was smaller than it had looked in the store. It certainly couldn’t have been worn by a woman with a larger bust. Abby’s B-cup breasts were nearly too much for it.

She’d been debating whether or not to wear one of her older costumes for at least thirty minutes. Her shyness urged her to cover up. The frustrated sex kitten inside her knew she looked pretty damn hot and wanted Shane to see it. She’d pulled her brown hair up into a thick ponytail at the top of her head and her blue eyes-which she considered to be her only laudable feature-were heavily rimmed in black eyeliner and framed by thick mascara-coated lashes.

The doorbell rang, and Abby looked at her alarm clock on the nightstand. Six o’clock. The party didn’t start for another hour yet. Curious as to who her visitor could be, she hurried down the hall. The bell chimed again, and she jogged the rest of the way.

“I’m coming!” she yelled, skidding to a halt on the tiled entryway and pulling open the door. “Whoa.”

Shane Markham stood on her porch, looking like an exotic fantasy. Wearing black-and-silver harem pants and a tiny silver vest, he was dressed like a genie or a sultan. The broad expanse of his beautifully defined chest and abs were mouthwateringly exposed, as were his delicious biceps and forearms.

“Hi,” he greeted in that low rumble she loved. “Wow. You look great.”

“Hi. You, too.”

“We match.” He gestured down the length of her.

“Must be fate.” Oh jeez. I did not just say that.

“Must be.” He smiled. “I thought I’d come over and help you get things ready.”

Yikes! An hour alone with a half-naked Shane?

She blinked. “Uh…You don’t have to do that.”

His smile widened into a devastating grin, and her heart stopped. Then began racing. “I know I don’t have to. Can I come in? It’s cold out here.”

“Uh, yes. Of course. Sorry.” Abby backed into the house and pulled the door with her.

“I love your place,” he said, striding in with the innate confidence she found so appealing.

His gaze swept across her living room, with its hardwood floors, deep red rugs, and oversized chairs in shades of taupe and brown. It was a space that was neither too feminine nor too masculine. She’d picked everything out with comfort and relaxation in mind, because she worked long hours and liked her downtime to be restful.

“I may have to start hanging out here when I want some peace and quiet.”

Abby laughed to hide the way her tummy flipped at the thought of curling up on her big couch with him. He’d be dressed in sweats, and her hand would slide up beneath his shirt to feel those amazing abs before dipping beneath his waistband and gripping his thick cock. She would stroke him, making him hard and panting for her. Then she’d straddle him right there in the living room and ride him.

Yum.

She shivered, her body aching for his. God, I’ve wanted him for so long.

“So”-he looked at her-“what do you need done?”

Abby led him to the kitchen where she kept her to-do list. He stood behind her, able to see the items clearly over her shoulder.

“I’m impressed,” he murmured, the rich texture of his voice and the smell of his cologne driving her crazy. “You sure know how to plan one hell of a party.”

She shrugged. “I enjoy it.”

“I like that about you.” His dark eyes met hers when she looked at him. “Work hard. Play hard.”

She stared at his lips, wondering what it would be like for him to kiss her. If she rose to her tiptoes she would only reach his chin. He’d have to bend a little to kiss a woman her height.

Or save himself the trouble and date tall models like the ones she’d seen leaving his house in the mornings.

She’d be climbing into her Rover to head to work and there they were, rushing to start their day. Willowy, beautiful women with kiss-swollen lips, dazed eyes, and big grins. They’d wave and call out a cheerful greeting as they practically danced to their cars. Abby always wondered what it would be like to wake up next to Shane. Was he amorous in the mornings? Would he reach for her, make love to her, ride her deep and slow with lazy expertise until she began her day with a wondrous orgasm?

“Where’s your friend?” she asked, wincing inwardly at the breathlessness of her query.

“Tony’s girlfriend works until closing tonight, so they’ll be over a little after ten.”