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“No, I don’t actually as I don’t slip in St. John’s Wart or drugs.” I waved off what he was going to say next. “Lots of people use lavender to help sleep. Citrus and mangos to give energy from vitamins. Enzymes in fruits to soothe and mellow people. Spices to bring heat to a body and such. I’m certainly not the only one, and a bit of suggestion works well if you let it.”
“Exactly,” Sarah agreed, giving her husband a look to leave it. “Well, I just wanted to say thanks for inviting us, and congrats on being such a hit.”
“Thanks for coming. It was nice to know at least one person would be here who liked me.” I gave her another quick hug and shot her husband a look that I knew clearly he didn’t like me but I also didn’t give a shit.
What the fuck reason did he have not to like me? If you didn’t want to eat the jam, then don’t.
See, simple?
People started leaving, and there was so,somuch food left I had the caterers boxing it up for my employees to take home. Well, the pig, dinner, and everything I’d provided. Other stuff was for me to try and ideas how to use my jams and convince me to make a deal with them.
It took a couple of hours for the last guest to leave and the cleaning to be finished, but with all the help it wasn’t too bad. I made sure the last vehicle left and used the security panel Deon had installed to turn off access to the gates for the night. Sure, not all the fencing was in place yet but over half and all around the house.
“Can we talk? Please?” Finn asked from behind me.
“No. I’m too tired, and I think my head would explode if I tried to even figure out what the fuck was wrong with you.” I spun around and shoved him away when I felt him move closer. “There is a difference between playing around and playing with people. I won’t just accept you playing with me.” I shook my head when he tried to argue. “Right, cock blocking me and letting little girls flirt with you all night.”
His eyes flashed shock. “I didn’t. I mean, I wasn’t always listening and they were talking around me, but I didn’t—”
“I don’t care,” I snapped. “Switch rooms away from me and go flirt with your little girls all you want. Just don’t bring any into my house if you want to keep staying here.”
I spun on my heel and headed for the stairs. I wasn’t doing this. I wasn’t going to let him rain all over my parade.
“We made a deal, a binding deal,” he called when I wasn’t three steps away.
I almost tripped over my sandals. “What?”
“We made a deal. You said it was binding.”
I felt tears burn my eyes. Fuck, I’d been so very,verywrong about him.
A witch couldn’t go back on her word, so he absolutely had me. I turned and went back to him, giving him a look of hate before I sank to my knees.
“Wait, no, I didn’t mean the blow job,” he argued, stepping away. “I mean, yeah, I want you like that—no, yes, but I wasn’t trying to force you.”
I blinked up at him. “Do you even know what you’re saying right now?”
He blew a raspberry. “No, and I’m making this worse.” He gave me a destroyed look. “I would never just cash in for a blow job from you like that, Adrena. Never. I meant this wasn’t over. Fuck the deal. I release you from it. That’s what I say, right?”
“Yeah, that’s what you say,” I whispered, feeling it like a slap across the face. I took a few deep breaths before I pushed to my feet. “And that also means we’re done.”
“Wait, I didn’t mean that either.”
“Too late.” I grabbed an open bottle of wine on my way and headed to my room, locking the door behind me.
I was too tired to even call Meave or message Thora it had gone well. Instead, I plugged in my phone and went to take a cool bath. The temperature was dropping now, but it had gotten hot during the day and I felt the humidity on me.
I felt a lot on me I thought a nice soak would handle. Once full with some of Sia’s muscle ache bath salts, I slid in and dunked under before turning on the jets. I soaked a few minutes and then reached for the wine, yelping when I saw I wasn’t alone.
My eyes went wide and looked towards my door, knowing I locked it. “Did you break my lock?”
“Um, no, I managed to get up the balcony from your altar,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he seemed to struggle between not looking at me and raking his gaze over me. “And you need to lock your balcony door.”
“Clearly,” I drawled, pulling my knees to my chest and covering as much as I could. “Get out.”
“No, I can’t do that,” he rasped. “Please,please, just listen to me, Adrena.”
“You were talking downstairs—”
