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closed it, deciding
to be completely honest. “Not the ones in the last few months. Those have just
been to prove I could get past Melina Blackwood. From the moment I saw her,
she’s been my one and only obsession. Before you say anything, I know I’ve had
other obsessions—way more obsessions than any warlock should have—but this is
different. Most of the witches I’ve been with have been pretending to be
something they’re not to impress me. Melina’s never tried that bullshit. She is
far from the sweet-tempered witches I’m used to, and I want her. I need her. I
fucking crave her in a way that has me waking up every night, aching with
arousal. My family works in love, so how is it that I can’t make the one witch
I want in my life give me the time of day?”
    “Listen, Trevor,” Allie began, looking up from her laptop.
“I love you. You know you are one of my best friends, but I have work to do. I
also did not want to hear that you need an accountant to figure out how many
women you’ve had. That is way too much sharing. I’m not your shrink, and I
can’t play matchmaker for you with Mel. She has good reasons for avoiding
relationships with warlocks.”
    “So did you,” I argued. Allie was dead set against getting
involved with a warlock until my buddy Dylan convinced her they belonged
together. That had been no easy task, and I hadn’t been at all sure Allie could
get past her trust issues enough to give Dylan a chance. Long story short,
things had worked out wonderfully for them. They were getting married in a
week, which was great. I was happy for them. I was also jealous because I
wanted that with a witch who’d gone so far as to change her number to avoid me.
“Is it the same situation with Mel? Is she afraid I’ll cheat on her because I’m
a warlock?”
    Allie grabbed her phone, pretending to look at something on
the screen. She was stalling. I’d first met Allie in high school, and we’d
reconnected several months ago. Surprisingly, I’d never been attracted to
Allie. Don’t get me wrong; I could admit that she was hot with her long brown hair,
whisky-colored eyes, and full lips. Even in the prim black business suit she
had on today, there was no disguising her impressive body. Still, I’d never
seen her as more than a friend.
    “Allie?” I pushed.
    “It’s not exactly a trust issue,” she finally admitted.
    “Then what is it?” I asked. “I know she wants me.”
    Allie rolled her eyes and muttered something about me being
an arrogant ass.
    “I’m not being arrogant,” I argued. “We both know I’m
attractive. A lot of witches want me.”
    “Trevor,” Allie began patiently, “despite what you may
think, bragging about how many women want you is not a way to endear any witch
to you, especially Mel.”
    “Whatever,” I said, waving off her words. “You know as well
as I do that Mel wants me.”
    “That doesn’t mean she’s going to allow anything to come of
her wanting you,” Allie pointed out. “As I’ve already said, Mel has her reasons
for avoiding a relationship with you.”
    “And you know what those reasons are, don’t you?” I could
tell by the way she looked down at her keyboard before answering that she knew,
but she wasn’t going to tell me. “Don’t bother lying to me about it. We both
know you suck at lying.”
    “It’s her story to tell,” Allie pointed out. “Trevor, I have
an interview in ten minutes, so I need to get ready.”
    Allie had worked at a sex club, setting up scenes for
customers, until her boss had tried to kill her. While she’d hated the job, for
the most part, she’d enjoyed working with couples. As a succubus, she was great
at helping people with their fantasies, which is why she’d decided to start her
own business helping couples plan fantasy getaways, complete with shopping for
all the necessary accessories. Her company was simply named Bliss. I’d thought
it was too generic to attract clientele, but she had a waiting