“Wow, that’s a good one! Will it stay that way?”
“The strength of the spell lies in the strength of the individual.” He explained. “Any object that I create can be permanent if I choose to make it so.”
“So is that why you have such nice stuff?” I asked.
He gave me a guilty smile. “Maybe.” Ah ha! Gotcha!
“You are such a cheater!” I teased.
He gave me a serious look and put his arms around my waist. “Not where it counts.”
He moved in to kiss me but I backed away. “Hey, I thought I was supposed to be learning some magic here. Are you going to let me try changing something?”
He released me from his grip. “Of course. Where would you like to start?”
I looked around the room and spotted a flower vase. I conjured some dust in my hand and imagined a giant bouquet of Casablanca lilies. I sprinkled it over the daisies but they did nothing. Pouting, I said, “It’s not working.”
Vance walked up from behind me and placed his hands on my hips. “Try again.”
I closed my eyes while I gathered more dust. My hips felt about ten degrees warmer under his touch. I opened my eyes, redirecting my attention to the vase in front of me. I felt much more focused, like nothing but this vase existed. Sprinkling the dust over its surface, I watched the bright pink flowers transform into the image from my mind. “Wow.” I touched the fragrant petals. “That’s really cool. Will they last?”
“Yeah, they’ll last.” He said confidently. “The normal amount of time for a cut flower anyway.”
Remembering the heat radiating from his hands I asked, “Is that because you did something?”
He nodded. “You did most of it; I just gave you a little boost. It’s all in the concentration. You simply need to remove all of the other elements in the room and focus on the task at hand. Do you want to try something without an expiration date?”
“Like what?” I asked.
“You pick.”
I thought about it for a few seconds before I led him to my bedroom. I looked at my old full sized bed and said, “I’ve always wanted a big four poster bed.”
“More room is always better.” He breathed into my ear sending chills down to my girly parts. “Shall we try for a King or Queen?” He splayed his fingers across my hips from behind again, reigniting the fire from earlier.
“Definitely King.” I recalled a photo of the Park Avenue bed from the Nicole Miller line. I saw it in a magazine once and wanted it ever since, but could never justify the expense since I’m saving for a house. I threw some dust over my quilt and felt the air sizzle around me. I opened my eyes to find the perfect combination of form and function, with an extreme emphasis on style. It came complete with the gunmetal gray silk duvet and crisp, white Egyptian cotton sheets. “Wow.” I said, nearly breathless from the beauty of this piece of furniture.
“Impressive.” Vance agreed. He moved in front of me to test the mattress with his hands. “Pillow top….nice.” Turning towards me he added, “Feel like taking it for a test drive?”
I put my hand on my hip and narrowed my eyes at him. “You wish.”
“Yeah, I do.” He admitted shamelessly. “And your point being?”
I thought it’d be best to get the hell away from the bed since I had no point. “Ugh, is that all you ever think about?” I asked as he was following me back into the living room.
“Hey, I’m a guy. I think about it a lot. But probably no more than you right now.”
Mortified by his blatant remark about my hormone explosion, I whipped around and smacked him on the chest. “Hey buddy, now that’s just rude to call a girl out on the table like that.”
He laughed. “I’m just saying---”
“Yeah, yeah.” I interrupted. “It soooo funny that Karli really needs to get laid but can’t. Ha ha!”
He moved in closer, ready to pounce. “Hey, I never said you can’t. I’d be more than happy to help you with your little…..problem.”
I launched for the door. “Okay Mister, time to go.” I opened it for him and found Tom standing at his post. From the look on his face, I’m guessing he was eavesdropping on our conversation. I gave him a dirty look before returning my attention to Vance. “Alright. I’ll take that under advisement. Now go.” I insisted.
He leaned over to whisper into my ear. “I’ll go Karli, but I wanted to leave you with one last thought before I do.” I felt a light pressure in my head which turned into a memory of me and Vance on his bed, from his point of view. I was going down on him, clearly enjoying myself. He pulled back to study my reaction and smiled. I’m pretty sure my jaw was wide open in shock because he just laughed at me and walked away without another word. Bastard!