To Attend Upon a Witch

By Randall Rogue

Morgan Sharpe is a mysterious and dangerous woman, rich as Croesus and with a power beyond this mortal world. When she offers Reagan Jones a deal, the terms are just too good to pass up, but the requirements are very strange, demeaning evening, not something to be taken lightly. She has this way of changing those in her service, and maybe Reagan isn’t sure he likes the new him. It’s up to his new mistress to convince him, to show him that she’s just revealing his true nature and that life may just be better this way.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Dapper Rat Publishing
• Release date: Jul 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310181788

Book preview

Entering Her Service

He’d had a few days to think about the offer. He had to admit that it was enticing. The money was a plus, for sure; Morgan Sharpe was offering him more than three times what his current employer was paying. There were certainly corollary benefits for working so closely for someone as powerful and as rich as Sharpe, staying in the best hotels, private jet flights, access to people and resources, even just to see the world of the elite very close.

However, the nature of the job was a huge red flag; any sane person would have refused it outright. The rich, the powerful, they often asked much of their personal assistants, he was used to that. Sometimes these requests were on the shadier side of ethics. Sometimes they were merely strange. He’d never been asked something like this before.

He’d stood in her office and been told that she was powerful beyond her money, beyond her position. He was standing before someone who had the power to change things, real power, power beyond that of mortals. When he balked at her, unable to keep his composure at what he was being told, she had proven it to him. What he’d seen then had been something he would hopefully be able to forget one day, but it would not be soon.

Then she’d dangled what her power could give him as well: to be young again, to be handsome, to be fawned upon by everyone he met, even to be the one in power. He almost wanted to forget that part too. It seemed so much like a dream that he was sure it was destined to be a lie, but it was even more enticing than the money.

She’d told him the terms. The money he’d earn outright, but the promises, those took commitment. In some cases, it would be years of service before he’d earn them, but they were not things that money could buy. She was the only way to get a hold of these prizes. He had been given a few days to think about it.

Today he’d called with his decision.

There was a pounding on his apartment door. As he rose to answer, a heavy female voice shouted through the wood. Reagan Jones? You in there?

He swallowed dryly and called back. Yes, just a moment.

When he opened the door, a pair of suits stood there glaring at him. The one in front, the woman, her fiery red hair pulled back into a severe tail, held a photograph up between his face and hers, comparing the two. She turned to her partner, whose severe brow and heavily lined face was as immobile as stone.

This is the guy? She asked.

The other man just shrugged.

Not the boss’ usual type. Her eyes flicked back to Reagan and speared him with a harsh glare. You really the new assistant?

He’d flinched back unconsciously from her accusatory tone. Um, yes. I think so.

Her mouth slipped into a sneer and she let out a wicked little laugh. You’re a meek one. It’ll be fun having you around the house. She poked her head into his apartment and glanced around. You packed some shit? Not sure when you’ll be able to get back here.

Reagan grabbed the handle of his overnight case. It was small; he’d learned to pack light. I’ve got what I need.

Perfect. Let’s get moving then. It’ll take us forever to get through the traffic out there. She hooked one thumb over her shoulder and turned toward the stairs. Her partner stepped aside and waited for Reagan to follow.

Reagan a last look at his little efficiency apartment; everything seemed to be in order. In all honesty, he wasn’t leaving much behind. His work had taken him away from here so often that he’d never really made this into a home. He flicked the lights out and locked the door behind him.

As he walked after the redheaded woman, the man fell in behind him. These two were certainly some sort of security personnel. Reagan was used to working with their type, but here and now, these two seemed less the protective sort. Something in the movements, their manner, felt predatory, even dangerous.

They bundled him into the backseat of a huge black luxury car and pulled into the evening city traffic. As they drove, the redhead turned in her seat and gave him a wicked grin. So, has the mistress told you want your duties are going to be yet?

Reagan felt his mouth tighten into a line. I’ve been told some of what will be expected of me, yes.

Her light eyes flashed. I hope you’re good at eating pussy because I can’t get to sleep without two or three...

Her partner interrupted her with a hard punch to the shoulder and she gave him an indignant glare. What? I’m just fucking with the new guy. That’s what new guys are for.

The rest of the car ride passed in silence. Reagan kept his gaze on the passing scenery to keep himself from worrying too much about what he’d gotten himself into. He felt like, once he had a handle on his new position, that he’d feel secure there, but all of this unknown was making him worry.

They left the car in long term parking at the airport and brought him to the non-commercial terminal, a