Charmed in Vegas: Bad Potions by Michelle Fox Read Free Book Online Page A

into her eyes, studying the arousal that swirled in them before kissing her again, tongue invading her mouth. She moaned and her body melted into his as she gave in to his touch.
    Marion’s obvious passion made him bold and he unfastened the clasp behind her neck that held her dress up.
    A phone rang just as her glorious breasts were about to spill free.
    Her eyes snapped open. Like a hypnotist victim who'd heard a bell, she sat up, pulling the dress back up over her breasts. “I’d better get that. It might be Raven,” she said as she stood and walked to where her cell phone sat on the kitchen counter.
    Aidan took deep breaths as she did so, working to calm himself. ‘Let her set the pace. Follow her lead.’ Pushing Marion would just drive her away. Besides, after this, he would be sure to put her phone on mute.
    And that was when he heard something crash to the floor followed by a wail. Instantly, he was up and in the kitchen, moving so fast, he didn’t even feel his feet hit the floor.
    Marion stood in the kitchen, hands over her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, the phone at her feet.
    Aidan picked it up and put it to his ear. “Hello? Who is this?”
    “Who the hell is this? You’d better not be touching my Marion,” snarled a deep voice. “She’s mine. That bitch owes me.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you stay away from her.” Aidan didn’t like the nasty tone of the other man’s voice.
    “Says who?”
    “Aidan Fyrebard.”
    “We’ll see about that, Aidan Fyrebard.”
    Before Aidan could respond, the man hung up on him. He set down the phone and turned to Marion. “Are you all right?”
    She just stared at him, unseeing. Aidan folded her into his arms, holding her close and rocking back and forth. “Do you want to talk about it?”
    Marion sniffed. “Yes...no.”
    He continued to rock, giving her the time and comfort she needed.
    Soon the details began to spill out in between sobs.
    “His name is Eric LeBlanc.”
    Hiccough.
    “We used to date.”
    Sniff.
    “He almost killed me.”
    Shuddering silent sobs wracked her body and Aidan held her tight making soothing, shushing noises.
    “Now he’s out of prison and looking for me.” She lifted her head and looked at him. “He’s coming to kill me.”
    “No,” Aidan said. “He’s not. I won’t let him.”
    Marion shook her head. “You don’t understand. He’s a powerful mage.”
    “And I’m an elf with a trick or two up my sleeve.” When she turned to look away from him, he caught her chin in his hand and forced her to meet his eyes. “I’m serious. I’m not going to let this guy touch you. Okay?”
    She gazed into his eyes for several long seconds as if testing the truth of his words before nodding.
    He pulled her close and they stood, cleaved together until she pushed him away. “I’m sorry to be such a buzz kill, but maybe we should call it a night.”
    Aidan frowned at her. “No way. I’m not leaving you alone. Not after that phone call.”
    “That’s very kind of you, but I’ll be fine,” Marion said. “The apartment is warded. Raven pulled some strings and got them done yesterday. So long as I’m here, I’m safe. “
    “Wards aren’t foolproof. I’ll sleep on the couch. You won’t even know I’m here.”
    She wiped her eyes and sniffed. “Really, I’ll be fine. You don’t have to protect me.”
    “Yes, I do,” he said, his voice firm. “I’m a guard. Protecting is what I do.” He reached out and gently touched her cheek. “Marion, I’m involved with you now. Your trouble is my trouble.” Trouble that could break the lady’s curse and set Aidan free, but it went beyond his own selfish purposes. Aidan also wanted to see Marion lose the hunted look in her eyes. She didn’t deserve to be stalked. Maybe the Lady’s curse knew Marion needed more than a lover, she needed a guard too. Perhaps that’s why they’d been brought together.
    “Just like that? Not even one full