Say the Magic Words
“What is your wish, Master?”
The sight was beyond any Logan had ever seen. He certainly never expected to see such a woman there in his dirty attic.
Surrounded by dusty cardboard boxes, filled with old books, aging papers, and forgotten children's toys, Logan found a colored glass lamp that appeared to be a treasure among the trash.
When he buffed the lapis colored surface in hopes of revealing a worthy item, she appeared.
“I'm sorry, what and who are you?”
“Master, I am the genie of the lamp.” She motioned to the blue glass lamp he still held in his hands. “Or a djinn, whichever you prefer to call me.”
“A genie?” He must be working too hard. The stress of buying this historic home in the suburbs of Atlanta, and moving, was getting to him. To imagine beautiful, voluptuous blondes dressed in see-through outfits. He shook his head to clear it. “I need a drink.”
“If you say the magic words, I can give you anything you desire.”
“Say what words?”
“That you wish for a drink.”
He watched her dark eyes move over his body, covered in dirt from cleaning this wreck of an attic. Just so he could store his own junk up here.
“Let me get this straight. You claim you're a genie, and you want to grant me a wish?”
“Well, you get three wishes.” She ran a hand through her long blonde hair and a drink was hardly what came to mind when gazing upon this tempting woman. This was hard to believe. He felt crazy sitting there talking to a half naked woman claiming she was a genie. Well, at least his vision was a gorgeous dream woman.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. No way was this all real.
When he opened his eyes, she still stood there, gazing down at him with those chocolate brown eyes. Damn, he had a weakness for brown eyes, dark and mysterious.
“What's your name?”
“Jeanine.”
“Not Jeanie?”
“No, my twin sister is Jeanie.” She sounded down-hearted.
“Is there something wrong?”
“Jeanie was always the favorite. She always got the boys lining up to take her to the summer solstice festivals.” more >>
