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The pool game.
Of course! He was referring to the silly bet from the pool game. Typical male, his ego had been
squashed, and now he looked to recover a little dignity.
Another bet? she asked. I thought I won the control already?
Ah, and so you did, he admitted casually. A little too casually.
So what should the new bet be for?
What ever the lady desires.
He spoke so differently, a confusing, odd dialect, but intriguing nonetheless. Alex sensed his
experiences were vast. It was simultaneously frightening and exhilarating, like jumping off the high
diving board at the Jefferson Park pool.
How old was he anyway? She knew so little about this exotic man. It didn t matter how much
she knew about his past; she knew what she desired in the present.
Well, that could be a long list. Are you sure you re willing?
You toy with your words, Alex, but your body speaks quite clearly. Are you sure that you are
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willing? Vince spoke softly and ran his hand along the top of her thigh, causing her vaginal walls to
clench in anticipation from the intimacy of the touch.
A prickle of heat tap-danced along her cheeks as she felt her face flush in response to the
pinpoint accuracy of his accusation.
Look, a few kisses doesn t mean& what I meant was... she could not find the words to deny
the feelings he impassioned and sighed heavily instead.
A hearty laugh rising deep and resonant from Vince s throat confirmed that he understood quite
clearly what she meant.
Alexandria, it appears that I have offended you. It shall not happen again.
No! But he hadn t offended her, had he? What had she gone and done now? Always letting that
stubborn Irish pride get the best of her. One minute she floated in la-la-land and the next, she d
managed to screw things up.
In the midst of kicking herself, another thought surfaced. Why did he keep calling her
Alexandria? Had she told him her full name?
You can call me, Alex, you know?
Alexandria, the pearl of the Mediterranean, a powerful city, beautiful, much like the woman
before me.
Good Lord, the man could melt butter with his words. Calling upon every faculty she possessed
and willing the energy towards Vince, she generated a desperate effort to bring back the spell that
encased them earlier.
Alex leaned towards him, pulling the sleeve of his shirt gently, tugging him closer and spoke in
an undertone only he would hear. You didn t offend me, and I m willing... willing to take any bet.
*****
Fascinated, Vincente felt the tremor, the trace of flash permeating the steel walls beneath his
skin. Did she know? Could she know? The cunning witch was brave to taunt him with the vibration.
No, she knew not of the muse within. Couldn t possibly know.
But still, it was there and not imagined. The energy swelled, forming a bubble of force around
them. She d used the force of her witchery to pull him in.
It had been many ages since he last felt the tremor in the spirits. All the mystics had perished
under the great cycles of season. None had been as great as he to outlast the fates. Now unto the new
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world, the ancient mystics were gone.
True, there were some who claimed to have the spirit, dabbling with their twisted words and
false incantations written in pellagrous company. Right spirits who possessed the power wrote nary a
word, but passed the talisman from hand to hand. Charmed were they, reciting every last teaching until
it became like the air, a life gift they took in every moment.
About Alex, he sensed the witchery. The blood of Elisha s vein trailed through the generations,
gifting Alexandria with innate abilities.
Which made it an even a deeper pity that he might have to put an end to this dormant flame.
He coaxed the energy and channeled it to his favor, drawing it from her as if he were collecting
souls. Bending the mystic aura, he returned it to Alex, guiding her into his own will. She would bed
him tonight, and he would seek council in the flavor of her skin. If it were Elisha s return, he would
know upon the sweet taste of her elixir.
Tonight, he would test the fates, and the Gods be willing, all the blood shed through hands of
time would pool their justice and return him his love.
*****
Darkness formed a thick cloak of solitude. Surrounding them, coveting their wanting embrace.
An hour ago, Alex had left the bar room, in spite of Lisa s pleading arguments. A ravenous
hunger, growling and growing deeper by the second had forced Alex to ignore Lisa s advice, until
finally her friend withdrew from arguing in obvious defeat. Lisa suggested they meet up sometime early
tomorrow morning for coffee. Alex had agreed quickly and left the bar with Vince.
A cloud of euphoria encompassed all passage of time. The need burned so strong. Alex would
fend off a hundred Lisa s to stand in Vince s bedroom, fiercely devouring his intense kisses. His hands
moved firmly and urgently across her skin. She delighted in the gnawing rhapsody erupting from every
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