She stifled a shiver, meeting his eyes with a narrowed gaze.

"If you would like to sit at my feet, I always enjoy subservience, but you are also welcome to sit beside me."

She time she did laugh, catching his smirk. She plopped beside him and made a show of snatching one of the crackers from the plate on his lap.

She bit into the cracker and watched him chew, studying his beautiful face. A pierced eyebrow and multiple studs up his earlobes roughened the look, but he had a Hollywood mug with the firm jaw, blue eyes and sensual lips. He wore a black t-shirt, fitted snugly over a muscled chest, faded blue jeans and Converse sneakers, looking every inch the part of twenty-something mortal hipster. A very sexy hipster.

When she finished her cracker, she reached for another one, but he slapped her hand, holding the plate away.

She made a sound of outrage and he grinned.

"Say please."

"They're _my_ crackers!"

"Are they?" he challenged, the emerald eyes connecting with hers in a stare-down she could not win.

She blew out her breath and looked away. "Nevermind."

He crossed one long leg over the other. "You see, there's a pecking order here, love. The sooner you learn it, the easier things will go between us."

"Go to hell," she muttered, pushing to stand up.

He picked her up and plopped her onto his lap. "I am your hell, sweetheart. Believe it, witchling."

His words would have irritated her more, except she knew he spoke them to purposely get a rise out of her, so she rewarded him with a roll of her eyes. But his continued belief in her witchiness concerned her. "Listen," she said, hoping this time he might believe her. "I'm not a witch. I don't know anything about curses, or magic. Even if I wanted to help you, I can't."

He reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb, turning it around to show her the chocolate syrup she had sported before he popped it in his mouth to suck it off. Her nipples tightened as she considered the
She stifled a shiver, meeting his eyes with a specialize gaze. 

 " If you would wish to sit at my feet, I constantly delight subservience, but you are also welcome to baby-sit beside me. " 

 She prison term she did laugh, catching his smirk. She plop beside him and made a show of kidnap one of the crackers from the plate on his lick. 

 She bit into the cracker and watch him chew, studying his beautiful face. A pierced eyebrow and multiple stud up his earlobes roughened the look, but he receive a Hollywood mug with the firm jaw, blue eyes and animal lips. He wear a black t - shirt, fitted snugly over a muscle chest, faded blue jeans and Converse sneakers, looking every column inch the region of twenty - something mortal hipster. A very sexy hipster. 

 When she finished her cracker, she reached for another one, but he slapped her hand, apply the plate away. 

 She make a strait of outrage and he grinned. 

 " Say please. " 

 " They're _ my _ redneck! " 

 " Are they? " he challenge, the emerald eyes connecting with hers in a stare - down she could not succeed. 

 She blew out her breath and looked away. " Nevermind. " 

 He crossed one long peg over the other. " You see, there's a pecking order here, love. The preferably you learn it, the easy thing will go between us. " 

 " Go to hell, " she mumble, pushing to stand up. 

 He picked her up and plank her onto his lap. " I am your hell, sweetheart. Believe it, witchling. " 

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shE tIme ShE DiD laugH, caTching hIs smirk. She PloPpEd beside him aND mAde a show of SnaTching one of tHe cRackerS fRom THe plaTe oN his lAp.

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"say PlEASE."

"THey're _my_ crackers!"

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shE blew ouT hEr breaTh And LooKed awAY. "NevErmind."

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"Go to hell," shE mUttereD, pushIng to stand up.

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She stifled a shiver, meet ing his ey es wi tha n ar rowe d ga ze.

"If you w o uldlike to sit at my feet , I a lw a ys e n jo y sub servien c e, b utyo uare  a l so  welc ome  to sit  beside me ."
S he time shed id  laugh, ca tch ing his smir k.She pl op ped besid e h im an d made a show  of snatc hi n g oneo f the c r a ck ersfrom the plate on hi s  lap.

She bit  intoth e  c r a cke r a nd watched  h im ch e w, stud y in g h isb eautiful face . A pierced eye brow a nd  mu l tiplestuds  u p  hi s earlobesroug hened the  look, but heh ad a Ho llywoo d m ugwith th efir mj aw, bl uee yes  and sen su al  lips . He w o r e abla ck t -shir t, fitted snu gly  ove r  amuscl ed ch est,  f adedblue j eansan d Converse snea kers , looking  ev er y i nc h the part o f t wen ty-some thing m o rta lh i p st er. A very sexy hi ps t e r. 

When s he fin i sh ed her crac ke r,sher e ached  for an other on e, but he  s lappedhe r hand ,hol din g the plat e away .

She m ade a sound of outra g e and he grin n ed . 
" S ay p lea se."

"They 're_ my_crac k er s!" 
"Are  they ?" he challenged, the eme ra ld eye s con necting withhers in as t a re-downshec ou l d not win.

Sh e ble w out herb reath an d loo ked away . "Neverm i n d."

Hecro sse d o nel o ng  leg over the o ther ."You se e,there's  apec kin g o rd er here,love. Th eso on er  yo u lea r n it, th eeas ie r t hings will g o bet ween  u s. " 

" Go to h e ll , "  she  m ut tere d,pu shing  tos tan d up.
He picked  he r  upan dplopped  her onto his  l ap. "I amyo urhell,s w eetheart . Believe it, witchling . "

Hiswor ds wo uldhave irri tat ed her  mo r e, exc ept sh e kne whes p oke t h e mtopu rposely ge t a r ise o ut  ofher, so  she rewarded himw ith  a roll of he r e yes. B ut  hi s  c o nti nu e d b e l ief in her witc hiness con ce r ne d her. "Li s ten ,"  she sa id, hop ing t h is time  he might  believehe r. " I ' m n ot a witch . I don' t know an y thing ab out c urs es, or  m agi c. Ev en ifI  wa ntedto hel pyou, I  can' t. "

He re ached out and wiped the  corne r ofher  mouth wi thh isthumb, tu rnin g it aroun d t o s how h ert he ch ocol a te  sy r up sh e ha d  sportedb ef ore h epopped it i n h ismouth  to suck i t of f. Her nipples ti g htened as shecons i d ere d t h e
She stifled_a shiver,_meeting his eyes with_a narrowed_gaze.

"If_you would_like_to sit at_my feet, I_always enjoy subservience, but_you are also_welcome_to sit beside me."

She time she did laugh, catching his smirk. She plopped beside_him_and made_a_show_of snatching one of the_crackers from the plate on_his lap.

She_bit into the cracker and watched him chew,_studying_his beautiful face._A pierced eyebrow and multiple studs up his earlobes_roughened the look, but he had_a Hollywood mug_with_the_firm jaw, blue eyes_and sensual lips. He wore a_black t-shirt, fitted snugly over a_muscled chest, faded blue jeans and Converse_sneakers, looking every inch the part_of twenty-something mortal hipster. A_very sexy_hipster.

When she finished her cracker,_she reached for_another one,_but he slapped_her hand, holding the plate away.

She_made a sound_of outrage and he grinned.

"Say please."

"They're__my__crackers!"

"Are they?" he_challenged,_the_emerald eyes_connecting with hers_in_a stare-down_she_could not win.

She blew out her_breath_and looked away. "Nevermind."

He crossed one long_leg over the other._"You_see, there's a pecking_order here, love. The sooner_you learn it, the easier things_will go_between us."

"Go_to hell," she muttered, pushing to stand up.

He picked her up_and plopped her onto his lap._"I am your hell,_sweetheart. Believe_it,_witchling."

His words would_have_irritated her_more, except she knew he spoke them_to purposely_get a rise out of her,_so she rewarded him_with_a roll of her eyes. But_his continued belief in her witchiness_concerned her. "Listen," she said,_hoping_this_time he might believe her._"I'm not a witch. I don't_know anything about_curses, or magic. Even if I wanted_to_help you, I can't."

He reached out_and_wiped the corner of her mouth_with_his_thumb, turning it around to_show her the chocolate syrup she_had sported before he popped it in his mouth_to suck it_off. Her nipples tightened as_she_considered_the