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[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] down with a good woman or be a father to her brood. He was not allowed to partake in such joys, such grand pleasures of life. He was doomed to wander and to sleep, not to live and experience love like a real man. Samantha made him feel more alive than he had in eons. Perhaps that wasn’t a good thing. After knowing her, after hearing the sweet ring of her laughter and seeing the warm gaze of what appeared to be genuine affection in her eyes, it would be so much harder to return to his half-dead existence in the bottle. But return he must. A hen-like clucking of voices assailed his ears. Aware of the women lurking nearby, eager for him to favor them with an appreciative nod or promising smile, Lugal paid them no heed. It had far less to do with the fact that he was permitted to engage in carnal union only with his possessor than the fact that he had grown weary of self- seeking women interested in him only as a walking cock. While their bodies were appealing, the idea of bedding them was of more interest to his cock than his head. Or his heart. Funny…he hadn’t thought of his heart in a long time. Why now? “Because Samantha has touched it,” he muttered aloud. Too many couplings with shallow, selfish women had left a bitter taste in his mouth. None of them, from queens to princesses to the most breathtaking of consorts, could even begin to compare with his Samantha. His Samantha. He gave a humorless chuckle. She was not his…he was hers. To do with as she pleased. But she had made it seem otherwise for him and he would be eternally grateful for that. Even if she later became infused with greed as the others had when faced with a wealth of riches, he would keep with him the memory of her kind heart and generosity of spirit. “I’ll meet you at the table in a minute, girls. Well, hello there.” Lugal looked up at the sound of a female’s seductive voice. An emaciated woman dressed all in pink and wearing too much paint on her face smiled down at him. He thought it odd that one so bony would have tits nearly as big as Samantha’s. “Mind if I join you for a moment?” She slid into the booth set opposite him without waiting for a reply. “What do you want?” Lugal asked, finding he didn’t care for this woman’s aura or assuming attitude. 98 Samantha and Her Genie “Oh…” His purposefully brusque manner had clearly caught the woman off guard. “This will only take a minute. My name’s Bunny Turner. You may have heard of me. I own Tuned by Turner, the weight-loss centers.” She gave him a gleaming merchant’s smile, fully expecting, no doubt, for him to be suitably impressed. The name was, indeed, familiar to him. Samantha had spoken of the company and the Bunny woman who was her boss. The woman who insisted Samantha become gaunt or forfeit her employment. His eyes narrowed. Nay, he did not like this woman who had caused Samantha sorrow. “You speak of the business that requires healthy, well-rounded people to starve until they become scrawny?” A startled look came across the woman’s face, then she broke into cool, guarded laughter. “Oh, I see. You’re joking,” she said. “Anyway, we’re always looking for new faces and…” her eyes licked him, “new bodies, to use in our magazine and TV ads. You’d be perfect. Do you model?” “I do not understand.” “Have you posed? For photographers.” Lugal frowned. “I have posed for sculptors who have immortalized my likeness for others to admire.” “Mmm, I can certainly see why they’d want to.” Her laugh was low and husky, but it did not reach her eyes as it did when Samantha laughed. “Interested? The pay is good. And…” she gave him that distinct lustful look again, “there could be fringe benefits.” One of her thin eyebrows arched. “If you know what I mean.” “Yes, I know. You wish for me to fuck you,” Lugal said, not bothering to curb the sneer tainting his lips. Her jaw dropped, but Bunny Turner regained her composure quickly. Unlike Samantha, she was no innocent. “Well, I…now that you mention it,” she focused her hungry brown eyes on his gaze, “we could each benefit from a mutually satisfying, discreet romp in the sheets.” “Nay. Such a romp would not be possible,” Lugal advised her. “I belong to another woman.” The woman’s fingers reached across the table and walked up his forearm. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” Lugal beamed a grin when he saw Samantha returning to the table. Bunny’s back was to her and so she apparently mistook Lugal’s smile as a positive answer to her suggestion. “Oh, good. I see that we can come to terms,” Bunny said. 99 Daisy Dexter Dobbs “Bunny…what are you doing here?” Samantha asked when she reached the table and saw Bunny sitting in her place. With a slow turn of her head, indicating her irritation at being interrupted, Bunny gave Samantha a disdainful perusal. “Hello, Sam,” she said with a bland, uninterested smile. “How nice to see you. I do hope you’re not planning to eat anything but a salad here.” Chuckling, Bunny wagged a chastising finger at Samantha. “You’ve got a good amount of weight to lose, missy.” She puffed out her cheeks and patted her flat belly. Lugal’s saw Samantha’s face turn crimson. He felt his blood simmer in response. For some reason this woman seemed to enjoy making Samantha feel unattractive. “We’ll talk another time, Sam,” Bunny said, dismissing her. “As you can see I’m tied up right now.” She reached across the table, covering Lugal’s large hand with her small, bony, bejeweled one in a possessive gesture. Samantha stood there, her mouth open as her gaze followed Bunny’s hand. It was clear to Lugal that she felt intimidated by this bold boss of hers. “Buh-bye, then,” Bunny said, waving with the fingers of her free hand and turning her attention to Lugal. “Um, actually,” Samantha said, “you’re sitting in my seat, Bunny.” [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |