Page 102 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
Z took a step toward me. "Hey! We hadn't talked about this spell!"
I shrugged. "I'm not letting you guys take the fall when this is my job."
"So, would you like something to drink?" I asked Andros, trying for awkward politeness.
"No."
"Eat?"
"No."
"You want to sit down?" I looked over at Z, trying to hide my ‘what-the-hell’ face. How was I supposed to work with the one-word answer freak? He hadn’t even said if he was up for the job. If he wasn’t, that illusion spell was getting put on him whether he liked it or not. I couldn’t have him interfering. I’d stuff him into my pocket as a pen for three days and then hope I could spend the rest of my life running fast enough to get away from him.
"Andros, she's good people," Z said, trying to smooth things out. “I mean, when she’s not torturing us.”
"Wow, that was totally a glowing recommendation," I growled.
"Well, considering you're a Darklight, I know how important glowing is to you." Z grinned like a little shit.
He knew just how to make me want to strangle him. "I'm gonna make your dick into a glowworm if you don't—"
"I prefer the term glow stick. Or maybe glow branch. Maybe glow trunk."
"I'm gonna shove you in my trunk and seal up all the air gaps if you don't—"
"Okay," Andros interrupted us, handing back the spell. "I'm in."
I raised a brow. "Really?" I guess he found the illusion spell good enough insurance.
"Yes. You just have to follow through on the glow stick thing after this job. I want Z's dick to glow through his pants like a little, tiny firefly."
"Deal," I grinned. Immediately, my mind retracted the death-reaper image. Andros was just an oversized cuddly teddy bear who understood why Z needed death threats on the regular.
Z immediately punched Andros. "Hey, excuse me. My dick is way bigger than a firefly."
"Nah."
"It is."
"I guess we'll see if it is after the job," Andros replied before he turned back to me. "I also want five million dollars."
I swallowed hard. That would wipe out most of the research money I'd set aside.
But Gray's voice came from somewhere behind me. "Done," his voice wrapped around my ears as his hand wrapped around my waist. "Is your dress hot?"
I shrugged, more concerned with the fact that he’d just offered to cover five-million freaking dollars to help me out. "Like it matters."
"It matters."
I smiled up at him, trying to stay cheeky, not to show how much I was reeling inside from his gesture. "I can sneak a mini-wand inside it. I made sure of that much."
"But is it hot? Is it gonna make it hard for me to concentrate?" He put his chin on my shoulder in a gesture that was incredibly intimate for him. It was almost possessive. Heat traveled through me and my heart gave a giddy little clap. I liked it.
But I tried not to show it. I shrugged casually. "I guess we'll find out."
"Dammit, Hales, I need to be able to focus."
That made me grin in a way I couldn’t hide. Of all the guys, Gray was the most reticent. I’d been intimate (or almost intimate in Z’s case) with the others, but he was still on the fence. Or he had been. Was he coming around?
