Page 87 of Dark Witch: Entangled Fates

By the time they reached Edgar's cabin, Jasmine's skin was practically humming with need.

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EDGAR

Edgar pushed open the door, ready to make the introductions, and sure enough, Charlie was on the couch just like he had known he would be, with a beer in one hand, the remote in the other, and his feet propped up on the coffee table.

Seeing Jasmine, Charlie's eyes widened, and he scrambled to his feet, hastily buttoning his shirt and smoothing down his hair.

"Hello, Charlie," Ed said. "This is Jasmine. Jasmine, this is Charlie, my roommate and a fellow pilot, only he flies planes and I fly helicopters."

"Hi." She gave Charlie a little wave. "It's nice to meet you. I wish I could say that I've heard a lot about you, but Ed only mentioned you when we were on the way up here."

"I'm not surprised." Charlie flashed her a smile. "He only remembers that I exist when he needs something from me."

Edgar shot his friend a warning look, but Jasmine just laughed. "That's what friends are for, right?"

Shrugging, Charlie pushed his feet into his slippers. "Yeah, he didn't bother to introduce me to you at the wedding." He cast Ed a baleful look.

Ed lifted his hands in the air. "If you wanted an introduction, you should have approached us."

Charlie shifted his gaze to Jasmine and smiled. "You seemed busy, making the rounds and charming your crowd. Everyone was watching you."

"Oh, thank you." She put a hand over her chest. "That's so sweet of you to say, but with all the beautiful women in attendance tonight, I doubt many people noticed me. I plan to rectify that at tomorrow's wedding, though. If the couple is agreeable, I will sing for them. I have a decent singing voice, and since I'm not an invited guest, I need to pay my way, right?"

Charlie didn't know what to say, and neither did Ed. It was a nice idea, but Jin and Arwel might object.

Jasmine didn't wait for either of them to approve or disapprove of her idea and continued, "If the big bosses like my voice, perhaps they will offer me a job. I would love to be part of the Perfect Match family and get free access to their adventures."

"Perfect Match?" Charlie's brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze darting to Edgar. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Ed's mind raced to come up with a plausible explanation. "Charlie has nothing to do with hiring for our company," he told Jasmine. "His job in Perfect Match Virtual Studios is with flight simulations; just like mine, only he simulates flying jets instead of helicopters." He slipped his arm around her waist. "He's helping the company develop flight simulators that are on par with the studios' other virtual adventures."

Understanding finally dawned in Charlie's eyes, and he nodded, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "The new simulators are top secret for now. It's very hush-hush because of the lucrative government contracts that are in the works, so don't tell anyone."

Who knew that Charlie was such a storyteller? He'd just run with the idea, making it more believable.

Jasmine's posture relaxed as she leaned into Edgar. "Your secret's safe with me."

"Well, it was very nice meeting you in person, Jasmine, but I think I should hit the hay. Goodnight." With a wink and a grin, Charlie ducked into his bedroom and closed the door behind him with a soft click.

Edgar turned to Jasmine with an apologetic smile. "Well, that was awkward. Can I get you a drink?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jasmine pounced, her arms twining around his neck and her legs wrapping around his hips as she claimed his mouth in a searing kiss.

Bracing her weight with his hands on her ass, he carried her to his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him.

The room was dark, with only a sliver of moonlight shining through the seam in the closed curtains, but Edgar had no doubt that his eyes would start glowing soon, and the additional illumination would be impossible to hide.

Jasmine had taken him by surprise, and even though he had good control over his fangs and the glow in his eyes, he could only maintain it for so long. Still kissing her, he delved into her mind and thralled her not to see oddities or rather to ignore them. He had done it so many times before, with so many women, that it required no longer than a few seconds, and once he was done, he tumbled onto the mattress with Jasmine on top of him.

She laughed, and he immediately started on her dress, eager to get to her skin and her lush curves.

"Careful," Jasmine hissed when he pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress. "My hair got caught in it."

"Sorry." He lifted her and turned her around so her back was to his front and freed the trapped strand from the zipper while trailing kisses down her back.

When they were both naked, skin to skin, Jasmine moaned and undulated her hips as he worshipped her, his hands and mouth mapping every inch of her exquisite flesh.

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