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fact, exist? The thought continued to tease her mind, battering against her beliefs. Didn’t her sister, a highly respected archaeologist, often say there was a bit of truth to every tale?
    There was only one way to find out.
    “Leave,” she whispered to him. “Leave right now.”
    His scowling countenance disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
    Three minutes passed, then four. The only sound was the ticking of the clock, and each tap pounded in her ears like a war drum. When she felt enough time had elapsed, she sucked in a deep breath, reached out and jabbed the button again. Just like before, the lights flickered. Purple mist erupted. Mr. Half-Naked’s clean, unique fragrance invaded her nostrils.
    Then, suddenly, he was frowning down at her, hisswirling violet eyes alight with irritation. “What is it you wish now, little dragon? This coming-and-going nonsense must cease.”
    A genie, she thought, awed. She couldn’t deny his existence and wasn’t even sure why she’d wanted to. He was an exquisite specimen of manhood. So exquisite, in fact, she wouldn’t be surprised if he had “grade A one-hundred-percent pure beef” stamped on his butt.
    Gathering her courage, she spoke. “Welcome to my home, genie.”
    His brows knit together in confusion, and for the moment, he didn’t appear quite so menacing. “I am a man. A warrior.”
    She paused. “But you have magic powers.”
    “Only in the art of seduction.”
    “So you don’t grant wishes?”
    “Nay. I do not.”
    “Oh.” Her shoulders sagged in disappointment. “What exactly do you do?”
    “This I have told you once before. I entertain, converse and protect. But most importantly, I supply the female body—your body—with untold bliss.”
    He could have been filing his fingernails for all the excitement in his voice. Still, the man flat out admitted he wanted to…wanted to…Her tongue began to feel heavy, preventing speech. This man, this nongenie, wasn’t hitting on her, she reminded herself. He wasn’t asking her out on a date. More than likely, such a dangerously handsome male found her unattractive. Repulsive, even. That thought eased her discomfort,making her tongue feel normal again, but a hollow ache sparked to life in her chest.
    She studied him. He looked capable of anything, anything at all, and she found herself wondering what his limitations were. “So you’re saying that if I want you to clean my toilets, you will?”
    “Toilets?”
    “Lavatory. Chamber pot. Powder room.”
    “Aye, I have cleaned many of those.”
    She wanted to laugh at his disgruntled expression, but the sword strapped to his waist kept her quiet. Surely he didn’t have to obey her every whim. “What if I want you to crawl on your hands and knees to polish my floor? Or what if I want you to dust every single one of my antiques with your tongue? Or…eat a mud pie because I spent an hour baking it?”
    “Would those things bring you enjoyment,” he said, a feral glint entering his mystical eyes, “they would be mine to do.”
    His words surprised her and should have made her happy, but suddenly Julia was overwhelmed with pity for him, to always be reliant on someone else’s pleasure. Other men probably dreamed of being caught in just such a circumstance. A sexual object. Not this man. He was tense and edgy, and self-loathing radiated from the hard stance of his body.
    Silence permeated the room for a long while.
    Julia didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to tell him that could make the situation more bearable for him. She felt a bombardment of guilt for even suggesting he do those awful things for her. Well, no more. Really, what did she need a slave for? Nothing, that’s what. She enjoyed cleaning her home, cooking her own meals—not mud pies—and she didn’t like others handling her antiques, unless they planned to buy them.
    She would not treat this man as a slave. He was a human being and deserved more. She’d treat him like the big brother