Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Domenico answered, but this time his voice had faded, too. She strained to hear him, but it was as if he was speaking from another world. What had he said?
When even his hands fell from her and Domenico was but a shadow, she cried out in fear and protest. “I can’t hear you! What did you say?”
He spoke again, and she could see he was shouting even though she could barely make out the words.
“I really can’t hear you, maybe spell it and I’ll read your lips?”
Domenico frowned at her suggestion, but he did it anyway.
Something that started with the letter V...something that ended with Y.
“I can’t hear you,” she cried out. “What are you saying again?”
Something that started with V...and ended with Y...
The rumbling sound started, drowning out all noise.
Misty’s eyes widened. “Did you just say—-”
Domenico’s own eyes widened when he read Misty’s lips. “No, dammit, not—-”
Everything went black.
Domenico’s entire body went cold when Misty disappeared right before him. He knew that it didn’t really happen this way and that this world wasn’t real. The jinn had only taken over their minds, and their corporeal forms were still somewhere in the Everglades, lost in a drugged slumber.
The jinn cocked her head to the side. “What did you tell her?”
Domenico’s lips tightened as he bit out, “Vivacity.” It was what he loved most about her. When Misty was with him, everything was just brighter and happier all around. She hadn’t flirted with him the way other women did. She had just been her normal smiling self, and he had liked that about her, had been unable to help but notice how everyone seemed to be such sluts next to her.
The jinn asked, “Do you think she heard that?”
A pained expression crossed over Domenico’s face. “I think...she said...”
“What?”
He said tersely, “Vajayjay.” God, Misty. Only Misty. Only his Misty would think he would actually say something like that.
And then his head jerked because he heard something he thought wasn’t possible.
The jinn laughed.
She had actually laughed.
And when one made a jinn laugh...
His chest eased. Ah, Misty, thank God you haven’t changed.
IT WAS THE NOISE THAT told her she was no longer in the same world as Domenico. Loud, heart-thumping bass coming from the speakers, women shrieking while the men laughed, and the clinking of glass as people toasted. And then someone screaming at her face, “Are you just going to stand there?”
All kinds of horrifying possibilities occurred to her at that moment. Once she opened her eyes, Misty thought, that was it. She would be in another reality, and she would have to do what the jinn said or die.
“Hello? Am I talking to anyone?” the same voice demanded irritably.
When Misty reluctantly opened her eyes, she found herself staring at a familiar-looking woman. It took a while before she realized it was her ex-colleague Janice Rudely. The tall woman was dressed in a bunny costume, fishnet stockings, and sky-high heels, and she was balancing a tray of empty glasses in one hand. The woman had hated her on first sight in Misty’s real life, and it seemed she felt no differently in this alternate world.
“God, I swear you’re so weird. I have no idea why they’re still letting you work with us when you’re always like that.” Janice tossed her hair over one shoulder. “I hope you know you’re never going to be beautiful enough to be paid doing nothing.” She shoved the tray towards Misty. “So here you are. Go wash the glasses and stay there. The place looks better when you’re not around.”
Misty found herself accepting the tray involuntarily, still in shock. Looking around, she realized that she was still in the suite’s private spa, but she wasn’t alone. There were people all around her, the female guests dressed in the most provocative swimwear while the men pranced around in trunks. Circulating the room were the servers, the men dressed in leather pants and suspenders across their bare chests while the girls—-
Looking down at herself, Misty bit back a surprised gasp when she realized she was wearing the exact same costume as Janice’s. Oh my God, what kind of world was this that someone as shy as her had been made to wear something like this? The only thing her low-cut bunny costume hid was her nipples, and barely even that!
“M-Misty?”
She turned around again, and this time she wasn’t shocked at all to see another familiar face. It was kind old Ed, her former supervisor. He had been a nice but timid man in the past, and he appeared the same here. “I’m s-sorry she shouted at you.”
“It’s okay,” she said automatically. She always told Ed that back then, too. Both of them had been wimps, and she had been terrified that she would end up exactly like him when she grew old. But then she had met Domenico, and for once in her life she had thrown caution out of her window.