Three Hot Wishes (Fantasy Come to Life - Magic in the Real World Novel) by Elodie Chase Read Free Book Online Page A

though. A few rumpled sheets and a comforter hanging off the side of the bed was hardly proof of anything.

 
    The laptop was still on, so I decided to sit back down in front of it and see if I couldn't get a few more words down. I was already awake, and my characters were clearly haunting me, so I figured that was as good a reason as any to start for the day.

 
    I stared at the monitor for a few seconds, reading what I'd written the night before. There was more than I remembered, and the words met more now than ever.

 
    He was possessed of a sort of ownership, Emma thought. No matter what Logan Mercado looked at, he did it with an air of a man that had just bought controlling interest in it.

 
    He cast an appraising eye over everything in the room, and Emma was frightened to see that his gaze didn't change when it swept over her.

 
    Because he owned her.

 
    He didn't, of course. But the simple fact that he could buy and sell her a million, possibly a hundred million times over in a split second.

 
    She felt naked in his presence, and for the first time in a long time she wished she could be exactly that.

 
    Naked.

 
    Emma imagined his hands on her flesh. Hands that knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to take it. Knowing hands. Hands that held her just so as he guided his length into her, holding her hands above her head as she arched her back beneath him.

 
    I pushed myself away from the laptop on the wheels of my rolling chair, fanning at my face with my hand.

 
    The words were good, I had to give myself credit. They didn't need much editing, either.

 
    Knock, knock, knock . The banging on the front door made me jump out of my chair, and I hurried into the living room, gathering my robe even closer around my body.

 
    When I got to the door I used the peephole. There was a thin man in a suit out there on my doorstep, and when I looked past him I couldn't help but see what looked for all the world like a big, white stretch limo parked I the street outside my house.

 
    He reached up to knock on the door again, and I opened the door before he could.

 
    "Can I help you?"

 
    He nodded curtly. "Mr. Mercado asked me to let you know that he is ready for you."

 
    I looked past him at the limousine. "Yeah?"

 
    "Yes."

 
    I shrugged. What the hell, right? "Okay. Tell him I'll just get dressed and be right out, if you don't mind."

 
    The chauffeur shook his head. "He's asked you to join him now. We're off to do some shopping, he says, and they won't care if you walk in wearing a Chanel dress or a robe or nothing at all if you walk in on his arm."

 
    "Okay," I said, grabbing my purse on the way out the door. "But I'm going to call this research."

 

 
 
    Chapter 11

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    I followed him to the limo and tried to get in as gracefully as I could once he opened the door. I'm sure I exposed a lot of leg and probably a little bit of something else as well, judging by the hungry gaze Logan swept up me as he leaned forward, offering me a hand to help me in.

 
    I accepted the offer, telling myself it was either that or fall flat on my face. In truth though, I'd already gone too long without feeling the heat of his touch. His hand was strong, rougher than I'd expect from a man who made his living tearing apart companies and rebuilding the pieces. The calloused palm was sexy though, and I made a mental note to include a scene where he takes Emma to a remote house on the edge of a pristine lake. He'd chop wood for the fire, and she'd get a chance to see him take off his shirt.

 
    Just the thought of those rippling muscles made my head swim, and I plunked myself down in the seat beside him as the chauffeur shut the door and walked around the limo to the driver's seat.

 
    "Hi again," I said awkwardly, smoothing the robe's fold along my thighs, making sure I wasn't flashing him any more skin than I had to.

 
    "Hello," he said, his voice a strong,