Sexy In A Bottle: A More Than Men Novella Read Free

the past that had been skeptical had made a wish. The wildest, most unbelievable wish they could fathom to test him. He tensed, waiting for her to name something grand to push the limits and force him to stretch the magical muscles that had begun to slowly atrophy in his golden prison.
    Instead she studied his face carefully, concern drawing the corners of her pink lips into a frown. "Let’s get inside. You may not be cold, but I am." She turned her back on him and started stomping across the stretch of uneven rock toward a small white stone building.
    No wish. That was curious. "As you desire," he said, following behind her.
    Through the doorway he found a small, tidy home. It was filled with worn but comfortable -looking furniture, polished wood floors and walls, and a pleasant, warm light from a collection of lamps. There was a large stone fireplace along one wall, but despite the cold weather it was dark and empty.
    His mistress tugged off her coat and gloves, hanging the jacket on a hook on the kitchen wall. Removing the bulky clothing revealed the round, feminine curves beneath. Although she wore pants, there was nothing masculine about the tight fit and the way they clung to her thighs and hips. She had a long-sleeved top that molded to her breasts and highlighted her small waist. He was not used to women dressing this way, but he found he could not complain.
    " The guest room is back here," she said, disappearing into a dark corridor. He followed her into a smaller room with a bed and a cabinet along the wall. "Sit down," she said.
    He did as he was told, holding still as she wrapped a blanket around his bare shoulders. He’d told her he wasn’t cold, but she seemed insistent, so he would indulge her. She went into a room across the hallway, returning a moment later with a glass tube.
    " Open your mouth so I can take your temperature."
    He complied, allowing her to slip the glass beneath his tongue. They sat quietly for a moment before she removed it. Her golden eyes narrowed, inspecting it and then frowning.
    "There’s something wrong with it," she said, shaking it and looking again. "It says you’re nearly one hundred and twenty-five degrees. That’s at least ten degrees past dead."
    " I am not ill. Please do not be concerned for me."
    " You still need to rest."
    " I assure you I am fine."
    She eyed him with concern before opening the doors of a nearby cabinet to reveal neat stacks of fabric inside. "There are fresh towels here if you want to take a hot shower. There is also some men’s clothing left over from the previous keeper. They might not be the right size, but they’ll work until we can get you back where you belong."
    " I belong here with you, Mistress."
    She took a deep breath, not meeting his eyes. "The bathroom is across the hall. There’s only the one. Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to see about dinner and make some calls."
    Raj watched her disappear down the hallway. This was a very odd situation, indeed. Not only did his mistress not make wishes, but she was insistent on caring for him instead. It seemed wrong, but he was bound to do what she asked of him. He pulled some clothing and a towel from the cabinet and carried them to the water closet.
    The fixtures were different than he remembered, but he made it through the shower, rinsing the salty seawater from his skin and hair and toweling dry. He used a comb on the counter to brush through his wet hair, slicking the strands out of his face and down just to the middle of his neck. The clothes he’d picked up were denim pants and a plaid shirt of a warm, soft fabric like wool. Unfortunately they were designed for a much smaller man. The pants came halfway up his legs, and the shirt pulled across his shoulders and wouldn’t allow his arms to fall to his sides. Easily correctible.
    Raj studied the clothing in the mirror, mentally making adjustments , and with a snap of his fingers, the garments enlarged to fit him. He tugged the pants