Chloe was left with a slight oomph on the couch. She stood and harrumphed and was going to go to the kitchen when she saw tulip petals on the floor and they were leading to the master bathroom. She entered slowly still limping on her broken heel. She gasped when she entered the room. There was green lace hanging impossibly from every corner giving her bathroom an airy princess kind of feel. There were hundreds of candles everywhere. The tub wasn't where it usually was. It was a bigger soaking tub in the middle of the room. She took a step into the room when she felt his hand reach to help her take her blazer off.

"Allow me" he whispered next to her ear. She turned and gasped. He was shirtless, in a charcoal grey kilt. She gulped as he took her jacket from her and set it aside. He took her hand gently and led her to the edge of the tub and directed her to sit. He dropped to his knees and removed her battered shoes slowly one at a time. He snapped his fingers and then held her stockings in his hand and set them aside. He then began to massage her feet.

"Neat trick." She teased. He just looked up at her and silenced her with a look that was lustful and wanton. He began to massage her legs to her knees. She thought she might die just from the delicateness of those large hands and his attention to detail.

"You ahhh.. ever…. been in love…ohhh that's fantastic….Ollie?"

"Ollie?" he smirked looking up at her and then shrugged. "I was once, a long time ago. But that story is for another time, this is about you."

"Why the kilt?"

"Don't pretend that you don't know. This wish allows me to see what your hearts desire is. Apparently you have a thing for kilts?" He stood and waved his hand over the tub, it was full of bubble bath. "Enjoy," he smiled. He then popped out of the room and boy was she disappointed he left. After quickly undressing she slid into the tub and sighed. The water was wonderful and the bath pillow was unlike anything she had ever had. She closed her eyes and let the suds take her stress. Soft music began to filter into the room. She took a deep breath and let the remains of the day go away. This was exquisite.

Oliver returned awhile later and he sat on the edge of the tub a small bowl strawberries appeared in his left hand. He held his right hand as if he was holding a glass of wine and one appeared in his hands. He handed it to her. She took it with thanks. "Now take a bite." He held a strawberry for her. She took a bite, "Now take a sip." He purred. She obeyed and the taste was fantastic. They repeated the action until her champagne was gone. Then as they had instantly disappeared it was gone.

"So…I'm curious…" she started.

"What, you want to know what's under the kilt?" he grinned cheekily

"I …um …" Chloe stammered.

"Teasing," His eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Ohh good heavens… I mean how is this gonna? Do I? Oh sheesh, I have to work tomorrow…."

"Actually you don't." he spoke matter of factly. "An email was sent to your editor that you are taking personal day." A brief look of outrage crossed her face and then she acquiesced.

"Thanks," she whispered. He snapped his fingers and this time he had different covered bowl in his hands. She looked at him curiously and he stared back with a look she couldn't identify.

"I must tell you that it has been a Really long time since I've gotten to grant this particular wish. I have had people ask for riches, homes, cars and other ridiculous things that really take no thought in granting. This one is a favorite. It's not so much the wish itself but seeing the satisfaction and enjoyment of its rewards." He seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a moment. He snapped back to himself. "Where I am from we have this fruit…it's sweet and very juicy. There is no English translation for it…we call it passion fruit. When dipped in whip cream…welll…" he smiled and knelt next to where her head was resting. He lifted the lid off the bowl and set it aside. He reached in a pulled a red fruit slice from it and it was covered in whip cream. "Close your eyes." He whispered. She obeyed. He traced her lips with the tip of the treat, "open," he commanded. She did and took a bite.

If heaven could have been a flavor it was the morsel he put in her mouth and it was slathered with whip cream. She moaned in the back of her throat. He fed her the entire delicacy with her eyes closed. He chuckled at the pure bliss on her face. He stood and made the bowl disappear. He then held a huge body towel open for her.

"If you stay in there much longer you will prune. Come,"

She looked up at him. She blushed as she was in no way going to stand up in front of him nekked.

He shook his head. "Even if I promise to Chloe's my eyes?" her eyes got wide. "No I can't read your mind, but your thoughts are written all over your face." He closed his eyes as promised and as she stood and the bubbles were sliding off her body as if being rinsed off. It made her feel, tingly. He wrapped the towel around her and led her out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. He was grinning, and she didn't like the look at all. He then he grabbed the end of the towel and pulled.

She squealed. "Ohh you are so dead!" she yelled trying to cover herself up, then she realized that she wasn't naked.

She opened her eyes to a full length mirror in front of her. She gasped; she was beginning to think that's all she knew how to do. She was in a silk dress that fit like a second skin. It was spaghetti strapped and knee length. Her hair was down but in soft curls. She looked down at her feet and had the coolest shoes on, dainty and elegant. She turned when she saw him dressed still in the Kilt but with a formal jacket, shirt and tie and he was grinning from ear to ear.

"What?" she smiled.

"You and I are having dinner at R'egala," he smiled adjusting his tie. Chloe smiled. She had been there one time when she had gotten hired at the DP. It was theeee restaurant to be at and it had the most fantastic cuisine. He moved to the night stand to grab his lamp.

"You're taking that with us?"

"No you are." He smiled. He held it one hand on the top and one on the bottom. He closed his eyes and pressed his hands together. It shrunk until you couldn't see it in between his hands. He opened them and there was the lamp a shimmering pendant in a vague shape of its original form and it was on an elegant silver chain. He stepped behind her and put it on her then he clasped it.

"Now that's just cool." She smiled.

"Just wait," he smiled. He laced his fingers with hers and pulled her close.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Hold on," he spoke and in an instant they were mist sifting toward downtown and a quiet place to appear before entering the restaurant.

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The dinner was everything she had imagined. He was smart, funny, and guh those legs! All the women were staring at him and he never noticed. After one of the most decadent desserts ever; washed down with a small Irish coffee, he led her out of the restaurant.

"Ohh my god that was," she smiled over at him. He smiled back smugly.

"Will you trust me Chloe?" he spoke softly as they walked hand in hand back into the alley just enough to be covered by darkness. She wanted to answer right away, but the way he said it made her think that if she did she would wish she didn't and if she didn't; regret it for the ret of her life. He gave her a moment than stepped closer trapping her body to the wall of the building and him. He leaned in and nibbled at the corner of ear, "I can show you things you have…never ….felt…before." He kissed her neck. "Woman you haunt me; torture me in my sleep. Let me grant the part of this wish that you had hidden deep in your heart."

"I,"

"I won't hurt you," he purred. She gasped as the pendant that was his bottle, was starting to warm against her skin, sending sensation rocketing through her body. He smiled then kissed her quickly, and when she responded like a drowning woman getting rescued he smiled. He rested his forehead against hers. "Trust me?" He wanted her to say it. "yes," it was soft and barely audible. He closed his eyes and they were sifting again ……