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by Terri Pray
Description: What was it about that man? Greg always knew when she was at a weak point, and used it to his advantage. Well, no longer. Now it was Jen's turn. She had the will, she had the way, and Greg was about to find out what it felt like to be the one under the control of another..
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [46 KB]
Reading time: 25-35 min.
"That--that bastard! He cheated on me!" Jen stormed into her shared apartment and slumped down onto the couch. "I can't believe he did this to me, again!"
"And this is news why?" Kate glanced over the top of her computer, the sound of her fingers dancing over the keyboard never even faltering.
"Because I thought it would be different this time. He did it again, and dumped me. I should of, well ... fucked him and moved on. Got him out of my system once and for all. Maybe then he'd realize just what he's missing out on."
"You mean you wish you'd taken control, rode him hard and put him away wet?"
"Hell yeah!" Now there was a daydream she could enjoy. It wasn't that she didn't have the strength to do it--it just took planning, and Greg always managed to catch her off guard at her weakest moments. "I just want to see that stunned look in his eyes for once. Show him what it feels like. A little--well--revenge sex."
"Revenge sex? You?" That got Kate's full attention and she stood up, walking away from computer. "That's not like you at all. You're normally the 'accept-what-happened-and-move-on, cry-for-a-few-days-then-forget-it-happened' type. What happened to change things?"
"He pissed me off completely this time. He rubbed it in my face--his cheating, I mean." Jen closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "I just can't believe I let him do that to me, again. I must be stupid. I knew what he was capable of doing."
"You'd broken up with ... Dave, wasn't it? Greg always seems to show up when you've had a rough time with a guy."
"Yeah, but I know what he's like. I should have kept my damn distance. I should have known better--he doesn't change. He'll never change."
"Jen, I saw what he did. The wine, flowers, promises, cards. Even jewelry. He set out to get you. How long did it take this time? Even I thought he might have changed, until this past week. Four months of chasing and gifts before you finally went out with him for more than a coffee. You're not a fool, you just feel like one now. He likes the chase. The hunt. It's obvious. He'll dump this new one two weeks after he's got her into his bed. What he needs is someone to get him in bed, have mad, wild-monkey sex, get showered, dress, and dump him before she walks out that night. Just so he knows what it's like. I've love to see that happen to him, just once."
Kate dropped down into the chair, curling her feet up under her bottom, her voice soft. "All right--and what if there was a way of doing that to him?"
"There isn't." Nice thought, though--the idea of playing that trick back on him left a smile on Jen's face. "We both know that."
"What if there was? Would you do it? If you had a way to be there, ramming it down his throat, and walking away afterward, would you really do it?"
"In a heartbeat." After everything that man had done to her, oh yeah, in a second she'd do it. "I wouldn't even think of saying no, or granting him any mercy."
"And if there were consequences?" Kate spoke calmly.
"Say he came back after you, wanting to be with you again?" Kate spoke softly, her eyes half-closed. "Would you be with him again, spend your life with him? Could you deal with that?"
"The entire idea would be to show him how it felt to be treated badly, not to end up in his arms and bed again. I'm not about to permit him to use me like that again. As for the rest, I can handle that."
"Not even if you fell in love with him? Or the heart within him was revealed to be one you had never dreamed of?"
"Fall in love with that rat? Not a chance in hell." Was Kate nuts? Drinking something? Not that it mattered. Turning the tables on Greg wasn't going to happen. He'd know something was wrong the minute she spoke to him. "Besides, he'd assume I was crawling back to him, trying to get him to change his mind. We've bounced back and forth too often now."
Kate didn't speak, not for several long minutes, her eyes fully closed now. One long finger tapped slowly against her jaw. "Are you sure you'd want to do this if you had the chance to? And you'd accept any consequences? Even if that revealed something to you about yourself that you had never known before? Something you then had to deal with and live with?"
Consequences? Okay, now Jen was more than a little curious about all of this. Something she didn't yet know about herself? Sure, she could deal with that. It couldn't be that bad. "Yes, I think so."
"All right. Go take a shower, calm down, and focus, and I'll have an answer for you when you come back." Kate opened her eyes and looked calmly at her roommate. "Take as much time as you need I've got a few things I'll need to prepare."
"What are you talking about, Kate?"
"A spell. It's easy enough to do. You just have to be prepared to accept the outcome."
"Spell! You're joking, right? I thought that was just a hobby. Spells don't work." Well, not that Jen knew of. Sure, she watched Charmed--but that didn't mean there were real witches around casting magic spells to travel through time and space, did it?
"No, I'm not joking. This is real. Now go and shower. I'll have everything ready by the time you come back. You'll find out just how real magic is when you return to the living room." Kate pushed herself out of the chair and walked into her bedroom, leaving Jen frowning, with her confusion and curiosity fighting for control. Witches weren't real. Not in the full magical-spell-casting kind of way. Sure, there were people who practiced such, or worshipped that way ... but real magic?
That was nothing more than a fairy tale.
Still, at least this "spell" would get her mind off Greg. Not something she was going to complain about.
A joke, yes--it was Kate's idea of a joke. Fine, she'd play along with it, and the hot shower wasn't such a bad idea after all. What did the old song say? Wash that man right out of my hair? Something like that, at least.
Whatever the song was, Jen could use the shower and the feeling that went with it.
Minutes later, with the shower on, steam curling upward and fogging the mirror, Jen was just about ready to step into the warm water and relax. Her favorite soap rested in the basket with the new sponge--even a couple of candles flickered close to the sink. Who needed a man when she had this moment of luxury to herself? She should take as much time as she needed--Kate had made that clear, and that was exactly what she intended to do.
She sighed, a wave of delight as the warm water hit her nude body. A dozen fingers of water massaged across her skin, teasing her taut flesh as she closed her eyes and surrendered to the welcoming embrace of the shower. Her nipples hardened under the play of the warm water and she arched her back, lifting them into the caress of the playful water.
The evening had been ruined. All of her plans with Greg had been tossed to one side, the night of delicious sex tossed out of the window when she'd walked in on him with his new girlfriend. He hadn't even been subtle about it. He'd known Jen was planning to come and see him, they'd arranged it only two days ago, and yet there he'd been, waiting for her to walk back in with the his new girlfriend on his lap, barely in her dress, her breasts in his face.
Jen growled, shaking her head as she let the water play over her face. She'd known what he was like, so why had she ever expected him to act any differently?
Because this time he promised, chased me, worked at it?
The hunt. Kate was right: he was in this for the hunt. That's all that man would ever want. Nothing would change that.
Turning the tables on him would be sweet. Pity it can't be done. Jen frowned and washed her face. Trying to make him see, understand, just what it was like to be treated that way would be the best revenge; however, short of a major miracle, it wasn't going to happen. He'd see this coming a mile off, and she had to accept that.