Free The Accidental Genie by Dakota Cassidy

healed in just an hour after meeting her with a broken one. Wanda’s tufts of stray hair from her “shift” had magically disappeared, too.
    So who was she to be so judgy?
    There was no one else to trust. Trust wasn’t something that came easy to her. In fact, she was probably a front-runner for finding people who were about as untrustworthy as a crooked politician. Her track record spoke for itself. She’d been scammed once before, and it had ruined her entire life.
    But she really had been stuck in a bottle. She had.
    So if these people said she was Sloan’s slave, then slave it was. She’d just suck it up until she could find a way out of these crazy harem pants.
    Even if the very idea of catering to a man’s every whim made her gag a little. Okay. A lot.
    Looking down at the sapphire blue fabric covering her legs, Jeannie decided if she was going to pay for that trust later by way of her death, it was just as well. She’d rather die than wear this skimpy piece of flimsy material another second anyway. “So is that why I can’t get more than a couple hundred feet from him before I feel like he’s got a leash on me?”
    Wanda held up a finger, her expression one of uncertainty. “Now, that I’m still pretty unclear on. I didn’t find any information about that at all. Yes, in some antiquated way, Sloan, for lack of a better word, owns you. But I can’t find anything that has to do with being attached to him in this manner.”
    “So this is really like all those reruns I used to watch of
I Dream of Jeannie
? Really?” Jeannie squawked. Man, had she been shafted. Jeannie’s bottle was cute and had lots of pretty pillows. It was nothing like the piece of shit she’d been stuck in.
    Wanda nodded her head, her expression grim. “I think so. I think what happened was you replaced the genie trapped in the bottle. When he managed to get out, someone had to go back in—that someone was you.”
    “Speaking of the bottle,” Sloan interrupted. “Who was this guy you were catering the party for anyway, Jeannie? Maybe he has something to do with this?”
    Jeannie shrugged her shoulders. “He was just a regular client like any other client. He hired me to cater, I catered. There was nothing unusual about him at all.”
    Wanda massaged her temples, and said, “I’ve got feelers out on the man that hired Jeannie. If anyone in our circle knows about him, we’ll know soon enough.”
    Sloan sighed, his beautifully handsome face tight with tension, a face that, even in her anxiety, Jeannie couldn’t help but take a moment to admire. “So, back to the business at hand. This means we can’t go anywhere without each other? That’s why I ended up back at her place in all the smelly smoke—because I’m her
master
?”
    “Well, if the folklore holds true, you did let her out of the bottle, Sloan. Don’t you remember
I Dream of Jeannie
, brother-in-law?” Marty asked. “You must have at least watched it just to see Jeannie in her hot costume. Major Nelson was the one who set her free, and that meant she became his genie.” She crossed her arms in front of her and blinked her eyes in the same way Barbara Eden had, her blonde ponytail bobbing behind her. “Remember that?”
    “Wow. You’re really good at that,” Jeannie said, an almost smile crossing her lips. “You wanna wear this?” She plucked at the veil under her chin.
    Marty chuckled but shook her head in vehement fashion. “Not if it means I’m attached to him. No chance in hell.”
    Nina slapped her feet up on her desk and tucked her fingertips under her armpits. “Know what this means, don’t you, ass sniffer? This means no more free-range cootchie-la-la till you figure this shit out.”
    Wanda threw a sticky pad at Nina, clocking her on the top of her head. “Remember the wrath of the clan? Zip it.”
    Clan. Right. She’d read that word in the pamphlet, too. Being a vampire meant you had a clan. She took a deep breath while she processed more