The Genie's Witch (Dirty Djinn) Read Online Free PDF

girls did this – dirty, naughty, girls. Now she counted herself happily among them. The djinn had her hooked.
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    H e’d blown it.
    Silly him to think that shoving body parts up someone meant you were good to hold them during the night. Never mind the holding-back-the-hair-while-she-heaved, bit. He should have left the filled wastebasket in the room as a disgusting reminder.
    He was ashamed at his own pettiness. The woman had a right to not want him. He supposed. Such women existed. Somewhere...
    But damn it, she wasn’t one of them. She’d proven it enough. Dinah was just being stubborn and he had to wait it out. If it meant being her vomit-cleaning lapdog until she came to her senses, so be it. He’d wait.
    What he couldn’t do was lay here and listen to her in that shower...water glistening...wet body...that could kill a man. So he hopped out of bed and threw a shirt on over his pajama bottoms. He’d get her majesty’s food himself, needing the distance between them and stomped out the door.
    Running children and screaming parents forced him to pivot and scoot his way down the hall. The elevator wasn’t much better. Everyone inside screeched out demands to airlines and hotels. Tig hadn’t bothered. One look out the window was enough to know that he wasn’t going anywhere. More than that, he hadn’t wanted to. He had work to do.
    Thankfully, the breakfast line moved faster than he thought it might. After tossing the money on the counter, he grabbed their bag of eggs, toast and OJs and turned, smashing right into a red-faced, arms crossed Karlin.
    The Beast glared at him from heavy lined eyes and clumped eyelashes. Either she wore her makeup heavier than he remembered or the harshness of the morning light was being cruel to them both. In the low cut blouse and heels, she looked cheap and worn, out of place with the families around them. “Karlin.”
    “I waited two hours for you to show up.”
    “Oh?”
    “That’s all you can say?” The woman’s eyes drifted to his neck.
    Tucking the lamp inside his shirt would be too obvious. He left alone and kept talking. “Yes, I know what I did was wrong. Look, we met at the exact moment I’d been terribly humiliated by my...well, you were...are...a beautiful woman and I thought I could forget her for a little bit. You deserve better than that.”
    “I don’t need your pity.”
    “I didn’t offer it. That wasn’t an excuse, just an explanation.”
    Karlin’s hand flew in the air to shut him up. “Not a very good one. All you had to do was let me know. I don’t appreciate being forced to wait around.”
    Tig closed the space between them, his nose inches away from her garlicky breath. “No one forced you to do anything. You threw yourself at me and I dodged. The desperation you’re showing right now makes me more than a little glad I did. It’s off putting.”
    “Get over yourself. I have a line of men back home and a husband who worships the ground I walk on. You were going to be another throw away secret.”
    “Ah! Well, then you’re just disgusting.”
    He hadn’t seen the slap coming. Karlin didn’t even wish she could slap him. She just did it. Points for decisiveness...and technique. He rubbed his jaw and took a step back. “Have a good life. Enjoy your trip to wherever and I wish you many future affairs and years of cuckolding.”
    “Don’t you dare walk away from me.”
    There were too many shocked glares and halted conversations for him not to. He had a real witch upstairs that needed sorting out and he wasn’t going to waste any more time with this one. He let her scream in the brown halls, nodded to the concierge and made his way to the elevators.
    In the room, he found Dinah wrapped in a towel, feet flopping off the edge of the bed. “I need more clothes.”
    “I humbly disagree. Bagels?”
    “Yes, please. And I need to apologize. I saw the mess of towels in the bathroom corner. I’m, uh, not a drinker.”
    “I humbly