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Melia looked at Mishka and tried to ignore the chemistry that all but burst into flames between them. Slouching a little in his chair, he looked like some decadent prince whiling away the time between debauching lucky women. Dark brown hair streaked with gold nearly brushed the edge of his collar and wicked blue eyes that followed a woman’s every move promised intimacies one could only dream of. Melia had always thought Mishka could fuck you where you stood—or sat—without removing an item of clothing.

The wizard had way more than his fair share of sexual appeal and the bastard knew it. Melia dragged her thoughts back to her brother and the aid she was asking for. Clearing her throat, she ran a hand through her shoulder-length blonde hair, fluffing the curls out. She hoped Mishka couldn’t read her attraction in her own blue eyes, but the deepening twinkle in his told her otherwise.

“My grandmother’s scrying crystal is missing,” she said with a slight wobble in her voice. “The only other person with a key and able to get past my personal security is Obediah. It has to have been him who ‘borrowed’ it. It’s not anywhere in Obediah’s apartment. I searched it very thoroughly. There is no way he would just go off for a raunchy weekend with my crystal. He knows I’d murder him for that. My brother understands how desperately important that one last thing of my grandmother’s is to me.

“Seriously, Mishka,” she tried again, injecting as much passion into her tone as she could muster. Even to her own ears her voice sounded husky and thick. “Obediah would know I’d worry, especially by now. If he was off gallivanting with some beach bunny he would have spent the five minutes it would take to leave a message on my answering machine and let me know he was okay. Just like if I decided to go off for a wild, passionate week or three on an unrestrained sexual orgy, I’d let him know I was okay and when I’d be back.”

Leaning back in the comfortable chair, Melia watched Mishka digest this. His eyes heated at the mention of a wild sexual orgy. Melia had purposely planted the image in Mishka’s head, but of course now she had a brain full of naughty thoughts.

Melia could just imagine how Mishka’s fingers would feel as they stroked along her naked flesh, how his wet tongue could tease and taunt her body, driving her wild with lust. She licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to rein in the rampant, wicked thoughts now running through her head. Refusing to shift in her seat despite the fact her pussy felt overheated and her lower lips were slick with creamy need, Melia met and held Mishka’s gaze. She’s made her point.

As Mishka looked her up and down, Melia forced herself not to check whether her flirty knee-length skirt had climbed up her thighs. She wore black leggings, a rainbow-colored skirt and a royal blue button-down shirt with red flats. A quick glance down at her chest showed the top three buttons were still undone, revealing a hint of lacy green bra and cleavage. It was by no means enough skin to stop traffic.

Grinning wickedly, Mishka pressed his fingers together and then shifted in his seat. Melia felt as if he were undressing her with his eyes, and quite possibly imagining some creative positions both off and on the desk, and how if her legs were thrown up over his shoulders he could… Pulling her mind away quickly before her pale skin flushed and gave her away, she licked along her bottom lip.

“Tell me about this scrying crystal of yours,” Mishka finally answered gently.