If anything, her warm cheeks grew warmer. "I notice that everything is pretty low to the floor."
"I know. Isn't that absurd? I had to go and buy myself one chair I could sit in without stretching my legs all the way out. I'm six feet tall. I still can't figure out who the designer had in mind when she picked out this stuffs. Dwarfs?" He said.
"It looks like all seven dwarfs could fit in this bed." She glanced back at it, then noticed a gleam in his blue eyes as he smiled. Warning alarms sounded in her head.
But he answered nonchalantly. "The seven dwarfs worked in a mine, didn't they? All this white furniture and bedding would turn gray in a week."
"Well, let us go back to your living room," she said a little too abruptly.
They bypassed the living room and decided to skip the small talk and go right to dinner.
He drew the chair for her. That made her smile. Well, things look as though they're back on track.
And how! Shirley didn't sit, but faced him and pulled his arms around her waist. She provided another one of her mind-blowing kisses, then swept aside the dishes. She lay back on the table and crooked her little finger at him.
Charlie reached her like a panther stalking its prey. He walked forward on his hands and leaned over her. As he kissed her again, she cupped her hand around his hot, throbbing… Mercy! He shivered.
"Is everything okay? Are you going to sit down too?" Crap.
It was just a fantasy. Someday, however, he wanted that particular fantasy to come to reality.
Recognizing Morgana's voice, but unable to hear any response, Leo inferred that she was on the phone and possibly on the phone-sex line!
He could always hope that some kind of real foreplay might be in progress, but he pushed his way through the wooden door to find out. He always felt as if he needed to spit sawdust after going through doors. It was better than plaster, though.
"Oh, yeah… Do you like that, baby? Hmmm… I am really turned on right now."
Sure enough, Morgana was using her money maker—her super sexy phone voice.
Suddenly, the other phone rang.
The witches had two dutiful lines each, and he assumed each had their own clients. But the best thing about their living together was their ability to cover for each other— callers had never hung up disappointed when they needed to get their rocks off.
"No, baby. I do not have to go," Morgana said breathily.
"I have to cum."
Kate rushed in and picked up the ringing telephone. Morgana added some heavy panting, and then… "Aahh, Oooh, Ahhgh, Ohhhhhhhhh. AAAAAAAGH! Ooooh!, AAAAAAAAGH! AAAAAAAAAH!"
She breathed a few times, then said, "That was amazing! You're so incredible. Did I satisfy you too, baby? Yeah? Good."
After a brief giggle, she said, "Of course. Call any time. We're always here for you, baby."
As soon as she hung up, she headed back to the kitchen where something brewed on a slow simmer. It looked like another batch of her protection potion.
Leo had seen her make it before. She kept the black liquid at just below a boil.
He remembered when it bubbled over and made a mess of the white appliances and tile floor. Morgana declared the batch ruined and threw it out.
Sometimes they slaved over the hot stove for twenty five minutes or more as they stirred their spells into all kinds of horrible soupy looking things. Of course, sometimes they were simply making soup.
Leo could only tell if they tasted the stuff.
He shifted his attention to Kate as she began talking dirty in her sexy Southern drawl.
I love that Kate still has a heavy Southern accent. Those dropped r's and slow drawl are music to my Northern ears. It was hard to believe they were cousins—even though Leo was pretty sure they had moved from down South somewhere.
Leo loved it when Kate used the endearment "Darling'" to her better clients. That slow drawl plus the sexy voice could make him cum. As it was, he tried to avoid the frustration.
It amazed him how the cousins could turn it on and off at a moment's notice. Of course, it was acting! That's why they called themselves phone sex actresses and could win an awards. Certainly their performances rivaled Meg Fyn's. Heh heh.
I'll have what she's having.
Leo knew they had an owl familiar and wondered where it was. Marlow was a real owl kept like a beloved pet. They believed she contained the spirit of some kind of reincarnated ancestor or spiritual guardian. Leo thought it was just a dumb bird.
Her perch was in the bathroom, so if she spilled her food or had an accident, they would not lose another area rug. She didn't fly much, but sometimes got turned on by all the noises and began swinging her wings and hooting.
"Oh, God, darlin'… Oh, that feels so good… Oh yeah, darlin'. Are you close? Now? Awww… Shee-it! AAAAAaahha, AAAAAaaha, AAAAAAHAAAAAAA!" Hoo… Hoo…
Yup, these two are a gas to watch. Leo grinned.
"This is delicious, Shirley." Charlie had not had a meal this good in a long time.
Sure, he could grill a steak and microwave a potato, but this was ambrosia.
"You make a mean salad, too," she said.
Charlie chuckled and scooped another forkful of lasagna into his mouth. He chewed with his eyes closed to savor the mix of meat, tomatoes and cheeses. His taste buds zinged.
Wow, a beauty who can cook too. Not like the spoiled debutantes who had been forced on him— speaking of which…
"Shirley, there's a charity bachelor auction the PR people roped me into. I really don't want to be auctioned off like a piece of meat, so I was thinking maybe if I give you the money to 'buy' me… Would you be willing to get dressed up and pose as a rich, spoiled brat?" Charlie demanded.