Amber: July: Mystic Zodiac, Book 7 by Brandy Walker Read Free Book Online Page B

rate and calming the hell down. His damn wolfie senses could probably pick up every vital sign coming from her, even separated like they were at the moment. She strolled into the dining room, which was connected to the kitchen, as nonchalantly as she could. In her mind, she pictured one of the other Sirens from the bar perched at the counter batting her long eyelashes at him flirting like only a Siren could. A flash of boobs. A smoky voice. Tons of come hither looks. It wouldn’t be the first time one of her co-workers let themselves into her house. They were family, in a roundabout way. So, it came as a shock to see Marge sitting on one of the tall stools at the bar, bright smile on her face and dreamy look in her weathered eyes.
    Nothing to worry about there , she snickered in her head.
    Marge wore a long bright pink and yellow striped dress with little neon green flowers dotted along the sleeves. She didn’t know if it was better or worse that the stripes went from neck to hem and not side to side. Either way, it was an assault on the eyeballs.
    Amber approached slowly, trying to process what she saw. Marge’s dress and Andreas standing at her stove cooking. Two very foreign events happening at the same time.
    What the hell is going on here?
    “There you are, Amber,” the old witch tittered. “I wondered if you’d be able to walk straight today.” Marge looked Amber over from head to toe with a knowing eye.
    “Why wouldn’t I be able to walk, Marge?” Amber went up to the bar and rested her hands on top, resisting the urge to grab Andreas and lay a possessive kiss on him.
    The man occupying her every thought came over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Good morning, glykó mou.”
    Marge let out a dreamy sigh and propped her chin up on her hands, elbows planted firmly on the counter. “Because a man that looks as good as he does should be able to knock the stuffing out of you; and if he doesn’t, well, then he’s doing something wrong.” Her eyes widened and she looked back and forth between them. “He didn’t do anything wrong, did he? Please tell me it was the best sex ever. I saw the bulge in those pants. I know he’s packing some heat.” Marge sent a lust-filled gaze Andreas’s way. Amber was sure the poor man’s pants would burst into flames any minute.
    “You flatter me.” Andreas chuckled, and went back to the stove. He flipped an omelet expertly in the pan, and turned a winning smile on them. Marge sighed again, and Amber caught herself doing the same. Great sex and he could cook? Now that was a winning combination.
    “He didn’t do anything wrong, Marge,” Amber finally answered. “Nothing wrong at all.” She said a little lower, under her breath. Her gaze was focused on his ass. That delicious, firm ass that had powered into her over and over again. A shiver raked down Amber’s spine, and there was nothing she could do to stop it from rocking her body.
    “Well, I think I’ll scoot on out of here,” Marge said, pulling both of their gazes.
    “But Marge, I thought you would be joining us for breakfast,” Andreas said. “I’m just about to make your omelet.”
    “Oh, no dear. I only came over because I saw you on the front porch stretching this morning without a shirt. You are one fine looking man, and if I were twenty years younger, I’d give her a run for her money.” She jerked her thumb in Amber’s direction. “I wanted to check on her too. It isn’t often she brings a man home. I figured you must be something special if you made it through the night without getting booted right after the deed.”
    She hopped off the stool and gave Amber a quick, loving hug. “Hold on to that one, honey. There’s something special about him,” she whispered in Amber’s ear before heading out the front door.

    A ndreas slid the omelet onto a plate and waited for Marge to leave. Once he heard the click of the front door, he gathered Amber