Fairy Casanova

“The dress is perfect. You are perfect.” He kissed her without fanfare, and she melted against him. Any thought of resisting his aggressive embrace fled as he parted her lips with his and plunged his tongue inside. The wet glide of his osculation affected her as much as a shot of hard liquor, a sizzling burn spreading from the pit of her belly and settling lower. Sadie groaned when he playfully nipped her bottom lip. “I’m going to peel your garment from your body, slowly”—she groaned again at the vivid imagery—”and taste every inch of your human flesh.”

Human flesh?

She froze against his body. What a strange thing to say.

Sadie leaned back to stare at him. “You don’t think you’re…human?” She hesitated uttering the word human for fear of his answer.

“I’m not human.”

The response she’d feared receiving.

“Madame Evangeline didn’t impart I’m a fairy?”

She blinked, tried to process the information, and failed. “Mmhmm…a fairy?” Her stomach pitched to the floor. “Really? Wow.” Finally, she understood how her request had come into play. She’d checked off otherworldly, not expecting much more than someone who believed in aliens or something equally eccentric. But a sexy fairy, ready to be her one-night stand…He didn’t really expect her to believe that, did he? She lived and breathed balderdash in the courtroom, and she could sniff out lies better than a hound dog could sniff out quarry. “You’re a fairy? Give me a break.”

“It’s true.”

Sadie glared at him, any amusement she might have felt shifting straight into irritation. “How fantastic for you.” And horrifying for me!