Folding his arms, he said, “I’ve chosen my wish…at least for this weekend.” At her quiet look that
expressed no curiosity whatsoever, he added, “I want a harem. I want to be the sheik, or whatever those guys are called.” He
thumped his jaw with one finger. “And I don’t want to worry about diseases and condoms.”
She didn’t do an attractive “I Dream of Jeannie” blink, fold her arms, or change expression one bit. Neither did she make a
move toward him. Nick stepped into her personal space, placing his arms about her slim waist. Their kiss today was rather chaste, maybe because
he was anxious to get straight to his erotic fantasy. They parted after a mere pressing together of their lips. Amira said, “As you
wish.”
As soon as he stepped away from her, the room spun in a disorientating fashion and his vision blurred. When it cleared, he was standing in the
middle of an enormous room. Arches with marble columns ran the perimeter of the area. Along the edge of each arch were detailed carvings.
Between the columns, a two-foot-high, heavily carved stone lattice formed a fence.
His bare feet felt cold. Glancing down, Nick admired the intricate, colorful mosaics of the stones. He definitely wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
A shimmer of reflective light caught his eye as it played over an alcove, draped on either side with transparent curtains. Forms stood in the
shadow. Feminine forms.
As if sensing his attention like a conductive signal, women stepped as one mass from the covering duskiness.
Nick’s eyes ran over one magnificent body after another. He stopped counting after a few dozen. The sexy harem costumes with matching
jewelry glittering had been what caught his attention.
The bright colors of their outfits—red, royal blue, deep yellow, dark purple, and dusky rose—in velvet, silk, and satin, overwhelmed
the senses. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and diamonds fell from elegant necks and draped bountiful bosoms. The material and jewelry still
couldn’t match the sleek beauty of their varied forms—from dark olive skinned beauties, to glowing skin as pale as an
Irish lass’. There were large breasts, with womanly hips to match, slim forms of delicate proportion, and everything in between.
Inky locks, rich auburn, and golden blonde flowing hair adorned a variety of lush bodies.
Nick stood stunned. Even he couldn’t have dreamed up such diversity of voluptuous beauties. His genie had outdone herself.
