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“No. Do I even want to know?” I groan, looking around the kitchen nervously to see if there are any signs of my final disastrous wish.
Zeno’s nostrils flare and a flash of anger crosses his face. Shit. How bad was this final wish?
“Your final wish was to be irresistible to all men,” he says in a low and thunderous growl.
“Really?” I ask, my mood suddenly lifting as I imagine all the possibilities this final wish opens up for me. “That one doesn’t sound bad at all.”
“I am happy to have pleased you,” he says, but the words come out flat and cold, and his shimmering blue skin darkens like a stormy sea.
“You don’t look pleased,” I say, teasing him a little, and I can’t help but notice his jaw tick. “Something about that wish you don’t like?”
“It is not for me to judge or hold opinions on your wishes. I am here to serve, and your wish is my command.”
“You just love your cliches, don’t you? Anyway, I better get ready for work. Make yourself at home while I’m out,” I say, then realize how weird the idea of leaving a total stranger in my apartment is. What if I come back and find the place ransacked?
Although realistically, that doesn’t seem likely. I can’t imagine he’s got much use for a clit sucker, and aside from burgers and sex toys, my apartment hasn’t got much else to offer.
“Farewell, Whirlwind. Try not to cause any more calamity,” he says with a smirk, before retreating into his lamp.
A flutter of excitement flurries through me. There’s something about the way he talks that makes my insides dance.
I head back through my pornographic living room and through to my bathroom, jumping as I flick on the light.
There are mirrors everywhere. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. Every tile in the bathroom is reflecting my image.
I strip out of my underwear, giving myself a multi-angle peep show as I do, then step into the shower and attempt to wash away the sins from one single hour of drinking with Nancy.
I grab my shower gel and lather it on, and soon my nipples and clit are tingling with urgent desire. What the hell?
I snatch up the bottle and realize that my usual coconut body wash has been replaced with some kind of kinky sex gel that’s making me unbearably horny. Could be worse, I guess.
I pull the shower head off the hook, turn the pressure on high, then nestle it between my legs and am soon cumming hard with the image of Zeno’s body invading my lust-filled mind.
I climb out of the shower, the orgasm leaving me much more invigorated than any coconut body wash could, and then wrap a towel around myself.
I head into my bedroom with a spring in my step to get dressed for work, but when I pull open my closet my heart stops for five beats, then goes into overdrive.
“Zeno!” I shout out, snatching a couple of hangers from my closet and racing back into the kitchen.
His lamp is still on the floor and my hands are full, so I give it a few awkward rubs with the soul of my foot, and he reappears before me, a vision of blue muscular perfection which almost quells my anger, but not quite.
“Couldn’t you have left me with at least some normal clothes?” I fume, holding up a Playboy bunny corset and a slutty French maid costume.
“You commanded for everything to be sexy. This is your wish fulfilled,” he says, his mouth tugging upward and amusement glittering in his dark eyes.
“I clearly didn’t mean my work clothes. What the hell am I going to wear?” I ask, with a petulant stomp of my foot that makes his smile blow out into a huge grin.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I huff, trying to stay annoyed but his smile is so infectious it makes me giggle out my words.
“You are extremely entertaining,” he says in a low growl that makes heat pool in my stomach.
“At least help me figure out what to wear. I can hardly call in sick because my clothes are too sexy,” I scoff, as I march past him toward my bedroom.
“Your wish is my -”
“Cut it with the whole your wish is my command bull,” I say, spinning around and pointing a finger at him. “This isn’t a wish. You let me screw those up. This is a demand.”
“As you demand, Whirlwind,” he grins, folding forward in a mock bow, then following me through to my bedroom and waiting patiently behind me as I rifle through my closet.
