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

clean baritone. I could hear it cutting through board rooms and across construction yards. It was the voice of a man who was used to being listened to, who used it as a tool and knew its effectiveness. "I was worried you wouldn't be joining me."

 
    I looked at him, perhaps for the first time studying his features and then dismissing him, trying to see through to the man underneath. I'd written him, after all. At least, I would. He was a character as much as any of the others in any of the previous books I'd written, and that meant that I should be able to deconstruct him the same way he did to all those fictional corporations that had made him his fortune.

 
    "No you weren't," I told him confidently after I'd used my authorly knowledge on him for a moment. "You're just saying that so I might think you're a little softer than you actually are, trying to convince me you're not after me for one thing and one thing only. The truth is, Logan, you knew I'd be getting into this limo. You couldn't imagine me not getting into it, actually."

 
    His jaw twitched a little, and I knew I'd hit home. I wasn't trying to be mean to him, but it was important that he knew where we both stood. Logan smiled. "I must admit, when I ask for a thing, I am used to getting that thing."

 
    I nodded. I had a feeling that honesty was going to get both of us farther along than either of us was willing to admit. "And what 'thing' are you planning on asking for today?"

 
    There was a question he certainly didn't want to answer, but that hot look of need came back into his eyes for just a moment. Of course. Here was a man who had everything but me.

 
    It made sense that he'd want to add me to his collection.

 
    I reached out and took the hem of the robe in my fingers, pulling it open just enough to reveal a slice of thigh and a length of leg to him. He reached out for me, and I let his hand almost come into contact with the bare flesh before twitching the robe closed once more. "Play your cards right, and you just might get what both of us want."

 
    My phone started going off in my purse. Now, maybe some women prefer a more dainty, gentle ring tone. The sound of wind chimes, or the lovely effervescent melody of two unicorns cooing love songs to one another across a dew strewn field on an autumn morn.

 
    Not me, though. Mine was a blaring monstrosity of air horns and sirens, meant to wake me from the night before in case my David was calling with news about a book signing or a new offer for one of those made for TV movies they kept trying to get me to write for them.

 
    The ring tone was so loud that it actually startled the chauffeur, who jerked the steering wheels in his hands and made the limousine's wheels squeal before he brought the vehicle back under control.

 
    Great, I told myself, Just perfect. I can see the headlines now. Romance Writer in fatal wreck whilst on a date with her own imagination. Of course, no newspaper in their right mind would use the word 'whilst', but still...

 
    "Sorry," I said, apologizing to both Logan for teasing him more than I meant to with the strip show and the driver for almost getting us into a smash. I fished my phone out of my purse and sighed.

 
    It was David. For a second or two I debated taking it. It would have been rude, yes, but if one can't be rude to the things one creates out of thin air, when can one be? Still, decided against it. He'd either be telling me my advance was on the way or he'd be breaking the news that Wellspring had said no. Either way, there was nothing I could do with the information right now, so I turned the phone to silent and put it back into my purse.

 
    "Who was that?" Logan asked.

 
    "Oh, nobody important," I said, rolling my eyes. "Just my editor."

 
    "A man?"

 
    I nodded. "Yep. David. He's good at what he does, and I should probably be taking that call. If luck is on my side though, he'll-"

 
    "Fire him," Logan said, his voice