Acting Witchy (Witch Hunters) by Thayer King Read Free Book Online Page A

was beginning to remember now. “Wouldn’t she have to be one of us?” He’d avoided his fellow witches for just that reason. He was happy being single. He enjoyed his freedom. Or at least he had before he’d developed this obsession for Mystique.
    “Not necessarily,” Keith said stiffly.
    “The bookstore owner that you’re scared to ask out, is she your one?”
    “I am not scared. But yes, she’s my one.”
    “Then what the hell are you waiting for?”
    “She’s not one of us. It complicates matters. I didn’t call to discuss Imani. Did you tell her you’re interested in more than sex?”
    “No,” Sean grudgingly admitted. He grimaced when he thought of how he’d given her the spare card key to his suite. “But she has to know that.” He’d asked her to dinner. If it had been simply about sex he wouldn’t have bothered asking her on dates. It was so clear to him that they were meant to be together. Why couldn’t she see it?
    Keith emitted an exasperated sigh. “Then tell her to make sure that she does. If she still says no, then ask her why. Now go to bed. Your thinking is getting all muddled with mine and I can’t write.”
    “Good to know this call was motivated by concern for me,” he muttered sarcastically.
    “As always.”
    ****
    They were on the cover of Entertainment Weekly together, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist whilst she leaned into him for support, her head resting on his shoulder.
    Mystique recalled the day the reporters had been allowed onto the set. The rumors and buzz Sean had created before filming had people anxious to know what was going on behind the scenes. The movie wasn’t even complete and everyone was saying the film was going to be a blockbuster.
    Interviews were not her forte. She always came off as nervous. And she hadn’t been at her best that day. She’d still been keyed up from the love scene where Sean had simulated performing oral sex on her. Sean had come to her aid during the interview, throwing a casual arm around her shoulders. Somehow she’d felt…protected. It was probably some sort of witchy projection but at the time she’d been grateful for it.
    Mystique opened her copy with trembling fingers. Inside there were more photos of her in his arms, him feasting at her neck, her sitting on his lap, and him pressing her into a wall. In each photo, she faced the camera her eyes heavy lidded with desire. He was completely focused on her.
    The photographer had been very specific about what type of body language he required of each of them. Jacques Flemish hadn’t known the ordeal he was putting her through. Sean couldn’t wait to get his hands on her again. His behavior was shameful. Between shots, he’d run his hands over her body and tell her how good she felt or how good she smelled. Mystique was mortified. Everyone thought they were a couple, placing her in an untenab le position since she knew the magazine’s writers would question her about their relationship and she once again meant to deny any romantic rumors about the two of them.
    Mystique quickly skimmed the article and photo captions. She winced when she noted that they had actually talked to the photographer and his crew. As she’d feared, they mentioned their chemistry. She closed her eyes with a groan. They’d quoted one of them as saying that they thought the two of them were going to make love right there.
    This is what she got for not causing a scene and slapping him outright! No, she had to be the good girl—the one directors called a joy to work with. Couldn’t they tell she was uncomfortable with the way he was treating her?
    She never should have agreed to do the photo shoot. This was going to make her look like a first class liar. In the attached article, she denied any romantic feelings between the two of them. She’d been non-committal about the reasons for her changing roles in the film. She need not have bothered. Sean told the unvarnished truth— she had been