Read Charmed in Vegas: Bad Potions for Free Online Page B

“How did she take it?”
    “Not well,” Aidan said, a red flush creeping up his cheeks.
    “What’s it like working for her?” she asked, wondering what ‘not well’ entailed.
    A shadow crossed his face.”She’s demanding and sometimes unforgiving.”
    “Doesn’t sound like you enjoy it.”
    He shrugged and focused on his plate. “But she does, and I do as she commands.”
    “So why aren’t you with her now?”
    “Well, that would be where the unforgiving part comes in.”
    “She’s upset with you?”
    He nodded. “I’m lying low for the moment. Taking a vacation, if you will.”
    Marion smiled in commiseration. Maybe their reasons for hiding were different, but still similar enough she could identify. Leaning back in her chair, she sighed and pushed her plate away. “I don’t think I can eat any more. At least not without exploding.”
    “So it’s not just the potions that explode?” he asked with a mischievous smile.
    She laughed. “Well, no, but I’m not sure I want to test my limits. Besides, there’s dessert.”
    “Dessert?”
    “Yes. Gooey chocolate brownies, ice cream, and hot fudge. Or so I’ve been led to believe.” She began to stack the dishes, preparing to take them into the kitchen.
    “Sounds delicious.” He finished his last bite and stood, plate in hand, reaching for hers. “Here, let me help you. I’ll wash, you dry.”
    “No, that’s okay. I’ll do them later,” she said.
    “I insist. My mother’s side has a touch of Brownie blood, which means I do dishes and I like it.” He smiled and Marion laughed. “Besides, the sooner we finish cleaning up, the sooner we can eat that dessert.”
    “If we skip the clean-up we can have dessert now,” she said with a sly grin as they made their way into the kitchen.
    He shook his head and put his dishes in the sink. “Sorry, goes against the Brownie code.”
    “Are you a neat freak?” she asked, setting her dishes on the counter.
    He paused, hand on the water faucet. “Is there a right answer to that question?”
    Enjoying the worried look on his face, she didn’t answer right away. “Well, how do you feel about socks on the floor?” Now it was her turn to worry. She held her breath, hoping that Aidan wasn’t one of those people who had to line up shoes and iron jeans. If so, their relationship was doomed before it started.
    Oh Goddess. She'd just thought about the R word. Eep! What was happening to her?
    “So long as they’re not the only thing on the floor,” he said, his gaze scorching.
    “Oh.” Her cheeks went hot.
    Aidan chuckled and pulled her into his arms for a kiss. One she felt down to her toes and in other...more interesting places. Marion gave herself up to the thrill of his arms around her.
    As he kissed her, he ran his hands through her hair and down her back to cup her ass. His lips moved lower to her neck, and Marion couldn’t hold back a moan as he nuzzled the skin behind her ear that seemed to be connected to her nipples, which peaked into sensitive nubs.
    Pressed close against him, she realized her nipples weren’t the only things that were hard. The length of his erection pressed against her and she pictured what it would be like to have him driving between her legs, stroking her from the inside out. As much as the thought enticed her libido, she wasn’t quite ready to go that far, so when Aidan slipped his hand up her skirt, she pulled back.
    “What about the dishes?” she asked with a nervous laugh.
    He stopped kissing her and relocated his hand to her hip. “Somehow, I’m not so worried about the dishes anymore. Why? Are you okay?”
    Marion nodded. “This is just a little fast for me.” The heat between her legs protested that things weren’t moving fast enough, but she ignored it.
    “How about a brownie break?”
    She gave him a grateful look. “Yes, that sounds good. I'll get a movie for us to watch, too.”
    “Okay. I’ll work on the dishes. You get dessert and figure out the