Chapter 1

Laila had found herself in the bazaar. Well, she had to put her lamp somewhere so why not the marketplace? She tried to find a table that was far enough from the main crowd so that it wouldn't be rubbed just by anyone. She wanted a person who was on the hunt for something; wanted someone who would go to the edges of the bazaar to find it. I wish a handsome man might find me and make my immortality useful. Just as that thought came, it was forgotten.

--Later--

Laila was on her private magical island: Van Island. She referred it to Van Island because it would sink into the Pacific Ocean randomly if boats came near so that no one could claim it. However, it was almost as if it welcomed her with open arms. It didn't sink when she came near it and she still didn't know why, much less care. She just loved to be here.

The island was her utopia. It was beautiful, it had Romanesque feel to it with its old crumbling buildings and columns. She went to her bedroom. It was the biggest room in the smack dab center of island. Instead of going to her four-poster canopy bed with sheer curtains blowing lazing in the wind from the crumbling roof, she went to her pillow bed and plopped down with a huff.

"What has my life become?" She mumbled to herself before drifting off to sleep.

The sensational pull of the lamp drew Laila from her sleep. Drawing her toward its location, she floated to it. Getting a tad irritated and impatient, she snapped her fingers and she was in an empty alleyway of the bazaar again. The lamp was still pulling her toward it. When she came to the entrance to the alley where she left it, she suddenly stopped. A handsome man stood staring at her lamp, turning it, marveling at its beauty, his bulging muscles moving. Her breath caught. This man was fit and tan. A black backpack hugged his back. She assumed he was backpacking his way throughout Europe. She unconsciously checked herself, making sure everything was where it was supposed to be. Like every day, everything was where it was suppose to be.

As Adam was browsing the marketplace, he found a forgotten path and continued down it. A blind man looked up at him and spoke, "Young man, would you like to buy a magical lamp?"

Intrigued, Adam looked at a blue violet lamp that originally caught his eye. He remained skeptical of its said magical abilities. Turning it over in his hands, he thought he saw something. Rubbing the dirt of the lamp, it said, "Make a Wish." He laughed at that and when nothing happened, he told the man, "I don't think it's magical."

"Well, that's because you haven't met me." A woman appeared at his side. "Maybe we should talk privately."

A soft hand grabbed his bicep and started to haul him away. Adam hadn't even seen her yet and he was being pulled into a secluded alley.

"That's better," the mystical woman stated as she turned around to face him, "much better."

He sized her up with praising green eyes. The woman was wearing a harem outfit of some sort with different colored pieces and different lengths of sheer cloth hanging from a gold waistband. It curved downward slightly with a small circular emerald gem at the point. Hugging her just below the hips, the gold waistband continued below where the sheer cloth started to gold boy shorts. She had a muscular stomach, not really abs but not fat either; just the right combination. Her top was a circular bra with the same colored gem in the middle, supporting her generous breasts. Three beaded strands hung loosely around her upper arms. A tiered gold necklace hung from her neck; the last bead dipped into her cleavage.

A pain erupted from his groin and, again, almost painfully he had to leave the sight of her breasts to her face. He wasn't surprised that her face was just as glamorous as her body. She had long, wavy black hair that reached to the small of her back. She had side swiped bangs that just touched her right eyebrow. Thick lashes surrounded her gorgeous bright blue eyes. Her lips were just as pleasing to Adam: full and very kissable. His mouth watered just thinking about it.

She gazed wondrously at his face. His brown hair was semi-long and tousled. Her fingers quenched as she fought the urge to run her hands through it. His face was tan, probably from all the hiking he did, making his green eyes shine. His lips made hers want to brush up against his passionately. Her gazed slipped down. He had broad shoulders that she imagined herself hold onto as he took her. His white t-shirt clung to his muscular biceps and his chest, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. His khaki cargo shorts hung loosely to his hips, the belt stopping them before they went any lower. And how did she want to see the lower part. She couldn't stop herself from wondering how big he was. Just as that thought vanished, she stared into his amazing green eyes that were still snagged on her body. If I was mortal and lived in this era, I would be all over this man.

How did no one else see her?

Instead of feeling grossed out by him staring at her like she normally would with other men, she felt as if her body was on fire just by him looking at her wantonly. "You don't look half bad either Master," she smiled and continued, "I am Laila, a magical, grant wishing genie. What is your name or do you just want me to call you Master?"

He stared blankly wondering why the model-perfect beauty was standing in front of him. Dumbfounded he answered her, almost losing his cool, "My name is Adam and you don't have to call me Master." Though I would love to hear it during sex… her image popped into his mind completing his thought.

"Ok, Adam." Laila smiled as the name rolled of her tongue, liking it. "I can see that we'll get nowhere with this outfit." Dreading it, her hand fell slowly in the air in front of her from her neck to her hips. Laila's outfit disappeared in front of his eyes. A dirty white t-shirt, much like his own, and beige shorts replaced the harem outfit. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and he wondered how all the hair had possibly gone into it. A sternum strap wrapped around just below her breasts making them appear bigger. Now that he could see her legs, he could tell that she was fit, whatever she has been doing was working for her. It also made her look like she was a backpacker hiking throughout Europe.

"You got three wishes just from rubbing my lamp." She saw his hands flex a little on it. "However there's some rules on what I can't do."

"There's stuff you can't do?"

She laughed, "As it might seem that I'm perfect, I do have my flaws."

"Right." He said in disbelief.

"No there is. One," she started to tic the reasons on her fingers, "I won't bring people back to life. It's utterly disgusting: body parts aren't where they're supposed to be, discoloring; not pretty. Besides that, the magic you need for that, I don't even possess, so it would be a guaranteed death for me. Two, I can't make someone fall in love. That's all up to you and her. Three, you can't wish for more wishes and no redo's. Finally, I can't kill anyone. That's it. Everything else I can do. So got any ideas on that first wish?"

He looked so cute when he was confused. "Aw, Adam," she cooed, "Maybe you should sit down and process this."

A blue light zipped from her pointer finger to behind him where a comfortable chair appeared. Laila sauntered around him and perched on the arm of it. He followed her and sat on the cushion; overwhelmed.

"This could just be a trick, a slight of hand, anything…I need proof." He stared up at her.

She nodded her head, "Ok, I can handle that. Alright follow me, my disbeliever."

Laila got up and she could feel his eyes on her backside. A smirk came across her face; she loved it. They stopped just in front of the blind man who tried to get him interested in the lamp. Laila put a finger to her lips, telling him to be quiet.

"Hello, Mister, I'm doing a study on eyes. May I see yours please?" Laila asked politely.

The man nodded and took off his dark sunglasses to reveal icy blue eyes that searched for a woman he would never ever see. Laila glanced back to Adam and turned back to the man. She waved her hand slowly in front of his eyes. When his eyes did not follow, she looked back to Adam to signal that that this man was actually blind. She blew the blind man a kiss and, magically, his eyes became a deeper blue.

He blinked a couple times and yelled, "I can see! I can see!"