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was a given, and miraculously, he wanted her, too. So what was the problem? She was Charlie Spencer, witch extraordinaire, awarded policewoman and a modern woman who had definite ideas about what her place was in the world.
    She’d had a few affairs and therefore was experienced when it came to men, and she was certain she didn’t want one to rule her life. So what was she doing with Nick Hilliard? What had started out as her own personal little crush on her sexy boss had turned into a raging, got to have him, no matter what the cost, obsession.
    She paused with her key in the lock of her front door as a solution hit her. The reason she was so rattled was that she was trying to deny her feelings for Nick. If she had an affair with him, she’d grow tired of him in a couple of months and could then go on with her life. Oh, lord, and she used to make fun of Phil with all her men before Beck came into her life. This wasn’t the same peccadilloes her sister used to get into. Briefly, she remembered a character named Killie who’d tried to run off with the family silver. This was Nick, and he was so much more than most women could hope to find.
    Enough! She wasn’t going to think like that about him. He was just a man like any other. So what if he was handsome as sin and a man of integrity with all sorts of worthy character traits? What she wanted was to get in his pants, straight, simple, and she was certain, imminently satisfying. No, he’d be more than satisfying. He’d be electrifying. Okay, so she was a Thomas Edison proponent. She wanted it all, the electricity, the can’t-breath-so-I-might-die-climaxes, the whole sweating, grunting, rutting, glorious part of sex with Nick.
    She got in the shower and used her favorite bath gel that cost a fortune and left a divine scent that made men turn their heads when she walked by. Then she plucked and shaved every part of her body including her crotch. She washed her hair in another exorbitantly priced product that smelled of exotic flowers and hot tropical nights. If she was going through with this, she was going to give it all she had. She pulled on a pair of lacy thong panties, skipped the bra and chose a dress of pale-blue silk, because men liked blue, which was missing a large part of any normal dress. Low cut, uber short, the scrap of silk hugged her curves and left little to the imagination. She noticed her nipples were tight buds beneath the fabric, and she thought briefly of donning a bra, then changed her mind and, in a moment of daring, took off the lacy panties.
    “Be warned, Nick, I’m out for bear,” she said to the image in her mirror, liking what she saw. Expertly applied makeup deepened her eyes, which glinted with dangerous lights, and her hair, which she’d left long, swirled around her shoulders with brilliant highlights. No touch-up work needed here. The doorbell rang, and for a moment, her confidence wavered, then she pulled on the old Charlie ‘I-am-woman' attitude and sauntered to the door. Nick stood, with a big bouquet of flowers, on the other side, watching her through the glass. By the time she swung the door open, his gaze was that of slavering hungry wolf who’d found his sex mate.
    Good, she thought. The best way to handle a tough situation was to take control of it. She was pretty sure she just had. Nick was a man, and she was a witch! Not a contest. She liked the odds!
    “My God, you’re beautiful,” Nick said and stepped inside.
    At first, she thought he meant to take her into his arms and kiss her as he had the night before, but he didn’t. He simply took her hand in his and brushed his lips across the back before handing her the bouquet.
    “Talk about beautiful,” she said, eyeing the extravagant arrangement. “Come on in while I put these in water.”
    He followed her to the kitchen, eyeing his surroundings. “So this is where you live,” he commented. “It looks like you, sleek, sexy, yet functional.”
    “Thank you,” she