.What the hell!Calista wondered who the hell was talking. She had not seen anyone in the room and she felt no presence nearby. Suddenly lights appeared along the walls of the loft and she tried to catch a glimpse of who it was in the room. The figure began to make his way across the room to where she was and the sound of his laughter trailing along with him.<br/><br/>A wrinkle was in her brow when he said do not fear. What was he from another period or whatever? The genie of the lamp! Was he really serious but she had rubbed it and nothing had happened so where had he suddenly appeared from? She was going crazy surly. Calista had to give her self credit for having such a vivid imagination.<br/><br/>The fact that he was talking about knowing her grandmother was a bit unnerving, especially after that image that had been implanted in her mind about her grandmother being held captive and in the throes of an orgasm. A wrinkle appeared in her brow as he said he hoped she was as passionate as her grandmother. This guy was just freaking her out not just what he was saying but the fact that he had been floating around and appeared from no where.<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted when he asked her if he was appealing.<br/><br/>“Ummm…yes I guess you could say you were appealing to the eye.”<br/><br/>She couldn’t think of anything else to say. It wasn’t as if she had time to look him over, now that he had asked however her eyes trailed his body. He had the face much like the Arab people. Dark long hair and a well toned body which was a contrast because usually Arabs were slender people. Aye he was indeed appealing.<br/>