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this.” Jerod nodded as he reached up with his finger and tugged her ponytail until the elastic that held it broke. He dropped it into her hand, and pushed her mouth closed with his finger.
    “He hates your hair like that. We’ll have to take you somewhere to get it fixed into a more flattering style. And we’ll need to get some clothing. Thankfully, there is plenty of sun here, so you won’t have to worry about remaining pale.” Viola took three steps back as she felt the blow of his words.
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    Her stomach felt like it was churning an ocean of acid. “Is there anything he likes about me?”
    “Your breasts. Though he prefers plumper ones.” That was pretty much the deflating prick to her dream. There was no way in hell this was going to work.
    “Great.”
    Jerod snapped his fingers and an outfit floated from her suitcase and shot for her. It hit her face before falling neatly into her arms. Glaring, Viola dropped her hands to her sides, squeezing the clothing as if it was Jerod’s neck.
    “Put this on. We’ll work on your physical appearance today, and start the rest of your lessons tomorrow.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding.”
    “I never kid.”
    She looked down at the clothing and fought the urge to throw them back.
    “I’m sure it’s not going to take that many lessons is it? I wanted to enjoy my vacation.”
    Jerod shrugged. “It was your wish.”
    “Fine,” she said, but then hesitated. “Turn around, please.” Jerod raised a single eyebrow at her.
    “If you want me to get changed, I need some privacy.” She made a spinning motion with her finger. “Around. Please.”
    A poof of smoke and Jerod suddenly had his back to her. She kept her eyes on him for a moment before turning around herself. She’d managed to undo the bikini strap in the back, when his disembodied face suddenly appeared before her.
    “Need any help?” He grinned.
    “Out!”
    “I’ll await you in the hall.”
    Another small poof of smoke and she was alone in the room.
    She hoped.

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    Not like there was anyway she’d know for sure. She pulled the shirt over her head and slipped her arms through the holes. Only then did she take the rest of the bikini top off, sliding it out through the arm hole. Another few fancy maneuvers and she had her bra on.
    Her bottom was another matter all together. Rather than risk exposing her white, naked ass to him, she slid the shorts over the bathing suit bottoms. It might as well be underwear for the amount of skin they covered. Once she was able to snap the button that held the shorts in place, Viola sighed. After wearing the revealing suit, the clingy T-shirt and short shorts didn’t seem so bad.
    Her hair was another matter. The flat strands clung to her scalp like a shirt to damp skin. She tried scratching some life into it with her nails, but it didn’t seem to help.
    Maybe a makeover wouldn’t be so bad after all.
    Who was she kidding—this was going to be hell. She was nothing like the type of woman Bill normally gravitated to. Too smart for starters. And, as Jerod pointed out, not endowed enough for his liking. She should forget the whole thing, wish for ten million dollars and world peace like a normal human being and be done with the whole affair.
    She could almost hear her mother in the back of her mind telling her to do just that.
    That’s what she would do! Maybe she’d wish for her mom to be a happier person.
    Though Viola doubted even a genie could fix that. No, there was no point to backing out now. If she didn’t go after Bill, learn what it takes to seduce a man, she’d always have doubts and regrets.
    Armed with her room key and fresh resolve, Viola marched into the hallway, ready to take on the task of winning Bill. Jerod was leaning up against the wall when she came out. He smirked.
    “You still couldn’t do it, even though I wasn’t in the room.”
    “Do what?”
    “Get naked.”
    “How do you know that?”
    “I can see through