I stood in front of the door, arms crossed, and looked at her with a smirk of satisfaction. Now that she was here, the hardest part was over.
The fun would soon begin. I would not rush things though, and definitely planned on taking time with the hot brunette in front of me.
She stood in the middle of the room, turning around slowly, her frown deepening as she took in the mess : the dirty socks and underwear on the floor, the empty pizza boxes and beer bottles.on the couch, the skimpily dressed female wrestlers on TV, and the sticky porn magazine at her feet.
"Do you li- work here ?" she asked turning toward me, disdain plain in her hard eyes.
"My humble abode" I answered mockingly, scratching my upper thigh, "and laboratory".
She was a feast for the eyes, especially in this setting. Her sexy yet professional look in sharp contrast to the trashy place. She had probably never set foot in such a place. I especially enjoyed her haughty, upturned nose nearly wrinkling in disgust, but I managed to hide my amusement.
I did not hide my leering eyes though. She was still wearing her long jacket, and I could not wait to see what it hid.
With a small cough she crossed her arms, bringing my dark eyes up to her annoyed light green ones.
"I hear you're the best when it comes to potions and elixirs" she began, her tone doubtful.
"Well there's a lot of alchemists, but I'm the best" I answered with an arrogant grin, walking back to my armchair and half-empty beer bottle. She stepped away with a hiss as I brushed past her, close enough to smell her perfume. Yum.
"Tell me what you need, babe" I went on, sipping at the cheap bottle, "an' I'll tell you my price."
"That's Ms. Halliwell to you" she sneered. "The witch" she added smugly, hoping to impress me with her famous name.
I burped loudly. "And what does the witch want me to cook ?".
Her eyes stared daggers at me. It was obvious my attitude pissed her off, and she'd rather be anywhere but here. Which made it all even better, as far as I was concerned.
"An antidote" she answered in clipped tones, visibly struggling to control her anger. "My sisters - witches as well - are in a coma from a demonic affliction that stole their magic. I need a potion to cure them, and fast" she explained, hints of her urgency slipping through the cracks of her ice queen composure.
"Hmm..." I pretended to think, rubbing my chin. "It's not common, but nothing new. I can make a potion to fix this - and anything else, really." I finished my beer, tossing the empty bottle on the couch.
"There's the matter of the payment though" I said, licking my lips and running my eyes over her from head to toe.
She stepped closer, glaring down at me. "Money is not a problem" she sneered, clearly implying that money was all I would get. We would see about that.
"Fine" I shrugged, standing up. "By the way, have you been infected as well ?"
"No" she answered quickly. "I mean yes" she amended at my raised eyebrow, "but my powers still work" she lied, staring hard at me.
"Good, I'll begin right away. It'll be faster if you help. You know the basics of alchemy, right ?" I asked insultingly. Her answer was a silent glare.
"But first things first - take off your jacket and go lie down on the couch" I instructed her off-handedly.
"What ?!" she blurted out, shock quickly turning into anger. "Now let's make one thing very cl- " I shut her up with my first finger on her lips, which only pissed her off more. Big surprise.
She slapped my hand away.
"Who the hell do you think -" she began loudly.
"I'm the guy who's got what you need" I cut her off in a bored voice. "But even I can't make an antidote without studying the effects of the affliction. On someone who was infected" I finished, my face close in front of hers.
She was silent all of one second, before her reaction came. |