Shamelessly Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 2) (11 page)

When I recognized the witch loudly interrogating Melina, I
cringed. Lindsey hadn’t been working on
Night High
when we’d been
together, or when I’d been pursuing Melina six months ago. If she’d been
working here, she would have made a scene back then. Lindsey wasn’t the type to
keep her feelings hidden or worry about looking crazy in front of others. I
didn’t know if Melina even knew I’d dated Lindsey.

“Yes, I am seeing Trevor Dupree,” Melina replied in a level
tone. “You’ll probably see him around more because I am definitely his type.
Now, I suggest you get back to work. As I recall, you have a bigger role this
season, which means you need to worry about your acting career rather than my
relationship with Trevor.”

Grinning from ear to ear at the way Melina had just stood up
to Lindsey and admitted we were a couple, I walked into the room with the
takeout bags. When Melina looked at me, I raised the bags. “I brought dinner. I
picked up something special for Mr. Whiskers, too.”

“Great!” she exclaimed. “I’m starving, and Mr. Whiskers has
been cooped up in my office for too long. I’m going to need a bribe or he’ll
end up pouting.”

“You could stand to skip a few meals,” Lindsey muttered
under her breath.

Whether Lindsey thought she wouldn’t be heard, or she was
foolish enough to challenge Melina, I couldn’t tell, but Melina turned on her
with a bored expression. “Did you have something to say about me dating Trevor?
Or, were you just trying to be a bitch?”

“The idea of you with Trevor is ridiculous. It’s totally
unnatural and disgusting,” she whined. “Trevor should be with someone worthy of
him, not some ugly demon mutt like you.”

“That’s enough,” I ground out, seriously pissed at Lindsey
for insulting my witch. It’s not that I didn’t know she had a mean streak, but
this level of venom still came as a shock to me.

“Trevor,” she crooned. “Why would you choose her when I’m
here? Maybe I wasn’t clear enough the other day, but I’m willing to take you
back. I can move my stuff to your house tonight. You already know I’m not one
of those witches trying to climb the social ladder by being with you. Our families
are both well-respected, so you can trust that I love you. We’re socially,
financially, and sexually compatible.” The last was said in what Lindsey
obviously considered a sexy purr. To me, it sounded more like whining.

“I’m with Melina,” I stated firmly. “She’s the only witch
for me.”

Lindsey laughed, sounding crazier than normal. “You say that
about them all. Don’t you remember when I was the only witch for you? That was
the only time you’ve ever gotten it right. We belong together. I forgive you
for being with this half-demon. I know you’re just slumming.”

My fists were clenched at my sides, and I was about to lay
into Lindsey for talking that way about my witch, when I felt Melina’s hand on
my arm.

“I’m starving,” Melina interrupted. “If you want to stay
here and listen to the rest of her rant, that’s fine, but hand over the food.”
There was not a hint of annoyance in her voice, and I almost laughed at
Lindsey’s reaction to her dismissal. Lindsey’s pale skin was mottled with red
splotches.

“We’re done here,” I assured Melina before sparing one last
glance at Lindsey. “I truly am sorry that I hurt you. I know I was an ass who
led witches on in the past. Intentional or not, the end result was the same. I
hurt you. With that being said, don’t ever fucking insult Melina again. She is
my witch, and I will not put up with you talking about her like that.”

Melina laughed. “As cute as your defense of me is, the
witches on the show are pissed at me more often than not. I’m a big girl, and
I’ll live. I don’t give a flying fuck if Lindsey wants to insult me.”

We both walked away from a sputtering Lindsey. I knew Melina
was right about the witches being bitchy with her at times, but I’d guess this
was beyond what she normally had to deal with, and I was to blame.

“Sorry about that,” I said quietly.

“If you’re going to apologize every time one of your crazy
exes attacks me, you’re going to spend a lot of time apologizing. Something
tells me most of your exes are crazy,” she said with a snicker.

“Actually, the majority of them weren’t crazy at all, and
most of them seemed fine when we ended things,” I insisted. “Believe it or not,
many of the witches I was involved with ended things with me because they
figured out I wasn’t the right warlock for them. I can’t believe how calm you
are about what just happened. Even though she wasn’t insulting me, I want to go
back there and tell Lindsey off.”

“Listen, Trevor, if you get pissed off every time someone
working on this show is nasty to me, I might have to ban you from coming here
so you don’t end up in anger management classes. Aside from the fact that I can
be bitchy on a good day, I work with actors, writers, and artists, most of whom
lose their shit on a regular basis. Don’t even get me started on the witches
who are angry about the way we portray witches on the show. Hell, I even have
cheerleaders complaining to me about the way I portray cheerleaders on the
show, and werewolves bitching at me every time we cast a vampire to play a
werewolf. I’m more than fine with the fact that people don’t always like me.”

We had just made it to Melina’s office, and she unlocked the
door before looking up at me. My face must have conveyed my arousal, because
she immediately shook her head, putting a hand up.

“No,” she insisted. “We don’t have time to fool around in my
office tonight. I’m starving, and I have to be on set for a few scenes since I
didn’t get a chance to consult with the director about the recent changes. He’s
already pissy with Malik.”

One corner of my lips kicked up in a lopsided grin, and I
wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince me or herself. “Let’s not forget that
Mr. Whiskers is in your office.”

She laughed and shook her head. “Maybe I need more
convincing that we can’t have sex than you do. I can’t believe I forgot about
him.” She opened the door, and the first thing I noticed was Mr. Whiskers
sitting on the sofa, tearing up one of my throw pillows.

My laughter filled the office. “I am going to be in so much
trouble when my sister realizes your familiar has destroyed all of my throw
pillows. Did you really bring one from home for him?”

She gave me a sweet smile. “It was the only way I could get
him to leave your house today.”

Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against hers. “You two
definitely make my life interesting.”

It was after three in the morning when I finally got back to
Trevor’s house, and I was glad I didn’t need to get Mr. Whiskers settled into
his room for the night. He was usually in a bad mood when I got home this late,
meaning he needed extra soothing. Trevor had offered to take him home when he’d
left after our dinner, which had thrilled my familiar who seemed to think
Trevor was the greatest person in the world. It had also been a big relief
since Mr. Whiskers was spending far too much time alone in my office.

When I walked into Trevor’s room, it was dark, so I turned
on one of the bedside lamps. I drank in the sight of Trevor, lying on his back,
with the sheet pushed down so I could thoroughly enjoy his muscular torso. I
slipped out of my clothes and then knelt on the bed beside him. The movement of
the bed must have woken him. Trevor’s lips curled up ever so slightly as he
regarded me through hooded eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m not dreaming,” he murmured sleepily.
“I’ve dreamt about having you in my bed like this many times.”

My fingers trailed along his chest, down to the edge of the
sheet, and I watched as his lips parted ever so slightly. “What did I do in
those dreams?” I asked.

“So many things,” he replied, his hips lifting off the bed
when my hand reached under the sheet to wrap around his erection. Trevor
groaned and continued to watch me, as if waiting to see what I’d do next.

“Tell me,” I insisted, stroking his dick slowly.

“Why don’t you climb up here and let me eat that perfect
pussy of yours?” he suggested.

I shook my head. “Not this time. I think it’s my turn to
taste you.”

Trevor groaned loudly, and his eyes closed for a moment
before he looked at me again. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

Releasing his cock, I used both hands to slide the sheet
down, freeing his dick. Without thinking, I licked my lips, which made Trevor
let out a hiss.

“I’m not sure I’ll last long if you put your mouth on me,”
he warned. “Come up here and let me love you first.”

“Not this time,” I told him, leaning forward to run my
tongue around the tip of his cock, putting pressure on the edges.

“Fuck,” Trevor rasped out.

“This time, I’m going to take care of you,” I said before
sliding my tongue from the base to the tip. “Let me pleasure you. Let me taste
all of you,” I purred.

“Damn, woman,” he said, his eyes locked on my tongue as it
worked the edges around the tip where I knew his nerve endings were most
sensitive. “You’re making me crazy. I’m not sure I’ll last long with you doing
that.”

“Don’t fight it,” I insisted. “Enjoy my mouth on your cock.
Enjoy the way I suck you.”

Trevor hissed out a curse and lifted his hips toward my
mouth when I finally slid his dick inside, taking him as far in as I could.
With one hand, I gripped the base tightly, squeezing as I sucked him into my
mouth. Each time I squeezed the base, his cock twitched in my mouth.

I loved having Trevor in my mouth, loved the power I had to
make him moan and writhe under me. It was arousing me to the point where I
couldn’t resist reaching a hand between my legs to touch myself.

“That’s right,” Trevor rasped out. “Touch yourself while you
suck me. It’s so fucking hot having you pleasure yourself while you pleasure
me.”

Trevor’s words aroused me even more, and my finger began to
move more urgently against my clit as I sucked and licked Trevor’s dick faster
and harder. His panting and groaning increased as he fisted the bottom sheet,
probably to keep from taking charge. As I got closer to my own orgasm, I moaned
around Trevor’s dick and his breath hissed between his lips. I felt him growing
bigger as my orgasm hit. I moaned and probably would have screamed if my mouth
weren’t full of Trevor’s dick.

Trevor let out an inarticulate shout as he came hard, his
dick twitching and his hips bucking off the bed.

With a sweet smile, I slid back up Trevor’s body to find him
grinning like an idiot.

“How does it compare to your dreams?” I asked, lying beside
him on the bed.

Trevor pulled me into his arms and kissed my nose. “My
dreams were nothing compared to the reality.”

A strange warmth spread through my body, making me
understand Lindsey a little better. I’d only been in Trevor’s house a couple of
days, and I could already imagine how hard it would be to give this up. Giving
myself a mental slap, I decided I was not going to worry about how or when
things ended. For now, I was simply going to enjoy my time with Trevor.

“Sweet dreams, Trevor,” I said, letting out a contented sigh
as I snuggled against his naked body.

“You’ve certainly given me plenty to dream about,” he said
with a sleepy chuckle.

Since I’d managed to reschedule my morning appointments, I’d
been able to spend a little more time with Melina before heading in to the
office. My first appointment of the day was at one, so I’d asked Sage to have
our temp come in at noon. They’d still only work until five, but I could handle
the evening appointments without an assistant. A surprising number of my
clients had been thrilled when I’d suggested meeting after five. We naturally
scheduled our vampire appointments after dark since they couldn’t leave their
homes during daylight hours, but our other clients came in during normal
business hours of ten to five, with the occasional early appointment. It seemed
that many of our clients preferred the after-hours appointments. When Dylan got
back, I planned to discuss changing my hours and seeing more clients in the
evening.

My first client of the day needed to meet with me in our
conference room with the dampening spell. I was representing him in a dispute
over the rights to a spell, and he was known to fly into a rage, which
frequently resulted in damage to the building he was in. It was ironic,
considering he wasn’t a very powerful warlock, except when he was angry.

When I walked into the reception area, I found Sage behind
the reception desk, her fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. Sage could
type faster than anyone I’d ever seen. As always, Sage’s black hair hung down
her back. Her green eyes were focused on the screen, and she looked almost
angry, which was how she normally looked. Sage was efficient, even if she
wasn’t overly friendly. Since she was a werewolf, we’d had to negotiate with
her pack to hire her, but it had been worth it. I was surprised to see her here
on her day off.

“Good afternoon, Sage,” I greeted her with a smile.

“Hey, Trevor.” She flashed a rare smile. “How are you today?
I was sorry we didn’t get to talk at the reception.”

“I’m surprised to see you in the office today,” I remarked.
“Was there a problem with the temp?” The agency should have called my cell
phone if there was an issue.

“I didn’t like the way your idiot temp was messing up my
office, so I figured I could work some extra hours until Dylan gets back and
you have time to hire someone to work my off days,” she explained.

Her explanation made sense, and I had no problem with her
calling off the temp without asking my permission. I’d never complain about
having Sage in the office more. Sage had originally only worked two six-hour
days a week because she had responsibilities with her werewolf pack, which was
the norm with werewolves. Now, she worked three full days and had even managed
to fill in around the full moon a couple of times. I still wasn’t sure how
she’d talked her pack into that.

When we’d first opened the offices, we’d wanted one
full-time assistant, and a full-time receptionist. For that reason, we’d been
tempted to look past Sage’s resume. Thankfully, we hadn’t. Sage liked running
the front office on her own, and she never seemed overwhelmed. In fact, she
handled most of the legal assistant work, meaning our assistant working the
other two days mainly handled receptionist work. Needless to say, we paid Sage
a lot of money because we did not want to lose her, bad attitude or not.

“I don’t know what we’d do without you,” I told her. “You
are truly amazing.”

Sage did something I never thought to see; she blushed.
“Thank you, Trevor,” she stammered out somewhat nervously before clearing her
throat and looking at the computer screen. She clicked the mouse and then her
face was all business again. “I see you have a meeting with Fluffy in ten
minutes.”

My lips twitched at the nickname we’d given our cantankerous
client. “Yeah, I’d better go make coffee before he gets here. Sad as it is to
say, his rants are starting to bore me.”

Ten minutes later, Sage led Davis Ellington, AKA Fluffy,
into the conference room. Davis wore a designer suit today with his long black
hair tied back from his almost feminine face. To say he was pretty would be an
understatement. Davis was so beautiful, I’d be hitting on him if I were into
men. It was probably a good thing I wasn’t into men since Davis was a
homophobic bastard. We’d gone to school together, but it would be a stretch to
say we’d been friends. I hadn’t liked him all those years ago, and I certainly
didn’t like him now. Still, I planned to give him the best representation. I
didn’t have to like my clients.

“Trevor!” Fluffy greeted me as if we were the best of
friends, which was how he greeted everyone. “How was Dylan’s wedding? I was
sorry I couldn’t make it, but I had other plans last weekend that simply could
not be rescheduled.”

“Dylan understands completely,” I assured him, leaving out
the fact that he hadn’t been invited to Dylan’s wedding because Dylan liked him
even less than I did.

“Tell me you have some good news for me,” Fluffy said,
settling into a chair on the opposite side of the table.

“Listen, Davis, I’m not going to bullshit you about this,” I
began.

Fluffy’s head moved in an overly dramatic nod that made him
look like a bobble head. “That’s one of the reasons I hired you. I know I can
trust you to be a straight shooter and see that I get the best possible
outcome. What have you got for me?”

“I spoke with the attorney representing your brother, and I
think it would be best if you settled,” I advised.

“What?” Fluffy roared, getting to his feet for his tirade,
which I chose to ignore. I sipped my coffee and pretended to listen to every
word Fluffy said.

Davis and Corbin Ellington were currently fighting over
patent rights on a spell to enchant bunny slippers. When Davis had first
approached me about representing him, he’d made it sound like the idea and work
on the spell had been his alone. In his version of the story, Corbin had nothing
to do with it but wanted to ride on his older brother’s coattails.
Unfortunately for Fluffy, Corbin had been better at documenting the events
surrounding the creation of the spell, and we had no way of winning in court. A
more dishonest attorney might agree to proceed with the lawsuit, since Fluffy
was set on having his big, dramatic day in court. I wasn’t that kind of lawyer,
and I would do my best to dissuade him from wasting any more money than
necessary on this matter.

When Fluffy finally settled down, I continued. “I understand
that you feel your brother didn’t contribute much. Maybe I’m missing an
important detail.”

“Damn right, you are,” he practically shouted.

“Why don’t we go over some of the details?” I suggested.

“I came up with the idea and then I made the spell,” he
snapped. “What other details could you possibly need?”

“Well, in court, they’ll want to know how it all went down,”
I began. “Can you tell me again how you came up with the idea for the spell?”

“Our sister was having a sleepover, and Corbin thought we
should have a bit of fun with her,” Fluffy began. “That was years ago. Don’t go
thinking we still get into this sort of mischief. You have sisters, so I’m sure
you understand playing tricks when you were younger.”

“Absolutely,” I agreed. “So, you and Corbin were planning to
play a trick on your sister?”

“Yes,” Fluffy agreed. “We tossed around a bunch of ideas
before we came up with putting a spell on her bunny slippers. We expected those
girls to scream their heads off when the slippers started talking, but they
were a hit, and they all wanted a pair of their own. Since I’m the expert on
writing spells, I worked on that part.”

I nodded and pretended to make notes. “So, you wrote the
spell with no input from Corbin at all?”

We’d gone over this before, but I was hoping Fluffy would
see reason before I showed him the evidence. I had other appointments today and
didn’t have time for him to adjust to a forced dose of reality.

“Corbin may have helped with some details,” Fluffy hedged.

Forty-five minutes later, I had Fluffy ready to sign the
contracts which would allow them to sell their bunny slippers and copyright the
spell under both names. While I wouldn’t say Fluffy was happy with his brother,
at least he’d moved past feeling like his brother was stealing from him. Having
Fluffy agree to this was a huge relief, partly because it meant he wouldn’t be
my client much longer.

“I’ll have everything ready for you to sign next week,” I
told him.”Sage can set up an appointment for you.”

“Excellent!” Fluffy practically shouted. “I’ll see you next
week, Trevor. Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you something.”

He handed me a bag, and I eyed it suspiciously. “You didn’t
need to bring me a gift.”

“They’re for your next lady friend,” he explained with a wink.

After Fluffy left the office, I opened the bag to find a
pair of bunny slippers, which immediately began to chatter and growl at me. I
laughed, thinking about how Melina would react when I gave them to her.