Page 12 of Jasmine's Enchanted Genie

“There’s no one I want to make fall in love with me.”

Why did that statement make my heart flip over?

“No asking for endless wealth,” I said. “For example, you can ask for a chest full of coins, but it can’t be a chest that constantly replaces what you take. No bringing back the dead. No wishes involving lethal weapons, meaning I can’t blow up an entire continent at your command. No using a wish to free me from the lamp, though no one so far has asked to do so, I’ll add.”

“Lots of rules.”

“I’ll remind you that you can’t hold onto the wishes. You need to use your first before midnight tomorrow, the second by midnight the next day, and the third wish by the end of the day after that.” My sigh bled out. “And one final rule. No using one wish to ask for others. You get three, and three only, and then I’m poof, returned to the lamp to wait for the next person to call me.”

“What good are wishes if they can’t help my sister?” Her voice cracked. “That’s all I want.” She dropped onto the bed and curled into a ball. “Go away. I don’t want anything else.”

Sighing, I settled in the chair next to the bed.

It looked like this was going to be a very long three days.

6

JASMINE

Isobbed until I fell asleep and woke the next morning to find the genie lounging in the chair beside the bed, snoring.

With my heart a lead weight in my chest, I sat up on the side of the bed. For a short time last night, I’d started to believe I had the chance to actually help my sister. So much for that. I needed to return to my original plan.

I nudged the genie’s thigh with the toe of my slipper. “Hey, genie. Time to wake up.”

His eyes remaining closed, he groaned and stretched. I tried not to drool over the play of his muscles, the way his tunic rode up to reveal his rippling abs, and how his pants outlined his thick thighs and the sizeable bulge between them.

I was a maiden, not a wanton female. I shouldn’t be looking at his cock.

“See anything you like?” he asked in a lazy voice that tickled across my skin.

“In what way?” I asked primly, dragging my gaze to the carpet.

“Some of those who’ve summoned me have used wishes for sex.” Distaste came through in his voice. “To think I could’ve made myself do it once and . . .”

“And . . .?”

He scowled. “Nothing.”

“I see.” My face overheated, but then my heart plunged down into my belly. “Did you say some people have asked you to have sex with them?”

He rose from the chair, towering over me, and the shadows in his eyes hit me in the chest like a punch. “I’m the genie in the bottle. Other than the specific rules I named last night, there are no boundaries. The wishes are granted, and I’m compelled to do what they demand. With you, pretty one,” His gaze glided down my frame, “I might even enjoy it.”

“I haven’t been with anyone, so never fear, I won’t be using a wish for sex.”

His eyebrows lifted, and his eyes smoldered. “A virgin, you say? Even better.”

I slid off the bed. “Ugh. Forget about it.”

“I’m sure you’ll change your mind. Many do. Especially virgins. I can make your first time amazing. So wonderful, no other man will compare.”

I huffed. “As tempting as this sounds,” Not. “I’m going to pass on your offer of sexual favors.”

“Not even a kiss? It might make you change your mind.”

“It wouldn’t.”

He took my hand and flipped it over, curling forward to kiss my palm. A shock shot up my arm and down to my core. Heat simmered low in my belly.

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