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  Returning to the bedroom, he retrieved a blanket out of the closet, unfolded it, then walked back into the sitting room to place it over her. He gently removed her shoes and placed them beside the sofa. Looking into her face as he covered her, he wondered. How someone that looked so much like an angel could be a call girl? Kneeling next to her he stared intently at her. She just did not fit the profile. But who knows, circumstances could have forced her in that direction. With his finger, he removed a single curl from her face. He smiled at the way her lashes rested against her cheeks and the way her lips were shaped. Surprisingly, there was no makeup on her face, not even lipstick. Frowning he wondered what kind of call girl did not wear makeup? Rethinking his first assumption, he examined her hand. No ring. For some strange reason, that revelation pleased him. The sudden movement of her head startled him, but her whispering his name in her sleep amazed him. Well, it wasn’t exactly his name—it was his stage name, but it was still him. Is she dreaming about me, he wondered. Unable to resist he leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I’m here.”

  Her lips curved into a sensuous smile. He grinned in response.

  “Thank you,” she whispered so sincerely it sobered him a little.

  Why was she thanking him? Whatever it was, there was certainly no reason to be rude. “You are welcome,” he replied. The expression on her face softened and that touched him deeply. His entire body began to spring to life. A man could spend a lifetime looking into that face. Other than moving the single curl from her face, he had not touched her. The urge to do so became overwhelming. He stood and braced his arm against the wall above the sofa to keep from touching any other part of her body, then he slowly touched his lips to hers. The first kiss was a soft, barely touching the center of her lips, and then he feather kissed the left side of her mouth. When he reached the right side, he saw her lashes flutter open. That was his undoing. The longing he saw there during the concert was reflecting back at him now, through the most beautiful black eyes he had ever seen.

  Am I dreaming? Siri thought as she gazed into warm hazel eyes. His breath against her skin felt so real and his lips so tender. Unable to stop the action, she swallowed as the intensity of their stare continued. If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me. I want to enjoy every minute. Afraid the dream would end, she closed her eyes and continued the kiss. The pressure increased and she instinctively parted her lips.

  Not one to miss an opportunity, Eric eased his tongue inside her parted lips. Their tongues began to move in a slow enticing rhythm, producing a sweet moan from her. Encouraged, he eased his hand around her waist pulling her body closer to his. The kiss deepened as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Not sure if the second moan came from her or him, he returned to his knees while removing the blanket from between them. As their bodies made contact, he could feel her nipples harden against his bare chest. Leaving her lips, he placed a trail of kisses along her neck and down her shoulders. His previous thoughts were right. Her skin was smooth as silk. Easing the strap to her top down, he immediately captured the tempting peak of her nipple between his lips. His tongue roamed the erect bud as he felt her cradle his head with her hands to hold him securely in place. She began to place kisses on top of his head and the side of his ear. Her breath was so tantalizing against his ear, it caused him to return to her lips. She greeted him with the desire of a woman demanding more to quench her thirst. Giving what was demanded he slid his hand down her flat stomach and inched his way beneath her skirt. His hand encountered silk lace material that was wet with her desire. He eased his fingers to the soft mound and gently stroked. She tightened the hold around his neck merging their bodies closer. As he eased a finger inside her, he heard her slight intake of breath and felt a shudder. The reaction brought him inexplicable joy. He slid another finger in and began to stroke her. Her body moved feverishly against his hand as her head fell backwards, breaking the kiss. There was a strong need for him to see the expression on her face, he opened his eyes. He watched as her expression changed from anticipation, to need for fulfillment, to astonishment as her body exploded.

  Her eyes flew open as she stared, stunned at her reaction. “I’m not dreaming am I?” she asked wistfully.

  “If we are don’t wake me now.”

  Placing her head on his shoulder she tenderly kissed his neck. “Thank you.” She said again.

  He had no idea why she was thanking him, but he would gladly take her gratitude. He captured her lips again as she rubbed her hands over his chest. When her hand caressed his nipple, he moaned. The fire was building so fast within him he couldn’t control what was happening. He quickly lifted her from the sofa onto the floor as she clung to him. Holding her against his chest, he pulled her top over her head. She held her arms up to allow the top to fall, and then returned to the assault of kisses against his chest. Unzipping her skirt from behind, he lifted her and pulled the skirt away. Not wanting to place her almost naked body on the floor, he carried her to the bed. Standing above her looking down he could not believe how beautiful she was with the rich cocoa brown skin, the long lashes covering her cheeks, the pint size nose, and her sensuous lips. Nothing about her read call girl to him, as she shyly laid there. “What’s your name?” he asked.

  She opened her eyes and he could see the realization that he was half naked appear there. Then the look changed to appreciation—she liked what she saw. He raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to look at me that way?” he hungrily asked.

  She sat up and came to the edge of the bed on her knees. The man was perfection with muscles in all the right places. He wasn’t as tall as her ex-husband, but he had to be at least six feet tall. Curiously, removing the towel from his waist, she inhaled as the evidence of his need was revealed. She reached out and encircled her hand around him. Reactively he closed his eyes and moaned, “Hmm. What’s your name?” he was barely audible.

  “Siri,” she replied in a whisper.

  She slowly began stroking his already engorged member. “Are you sure you want to be here?” he asked reaching out threading his fingers through her hair.

  Moving closer, she kissed his chest, then ran a single finger down his abdomen counting the muscle ridges. She stopped at four before answering, “Yes.”

  Not wasting a minute, he reached into his wallet that was on the nightstand and pulled out several foils packages. He dropped them on the bed and pulled one apart. She grabbed his hand, “May I?” Taking the condom from his hand, she tenderly covered him, then laid back across the bed. “Thank you for protecting us.”

  If she thanked him one more time, he was going to lose it. He reached down and slid her lace panties down her legs. Smiling he joined her on the bed and wondered, What kind of call girl wore panties and not thongs? Mesmerized by the shear essence of her body, he leisurely ran a finger down the inside of her breast down to her thigh. He journeyed up the inside of her thigh until he reached her center. He placed his full palm against her and began to massage. He placed his head in the crook of her neck. The feel and smell of her was intoxicating. She moved and straddled him. Her hands braced against his chest as she closed her eyes and eased down on him.

  There were no words to describe the way he felt embedded inside of her. They both laid there immobile adjusting to the overwhelming feeling that flowed with their joining. Eric closed his eyes, basking in the moment. His hands traveled up her thighs and gently massaged the muscles. Feeling the pressure of her hands against his abs, his eyes opened just as she eased up, then back down on him. His eyes rolled back and closed again as she continued the movement slowly over and over and over. When the momentum reached the point of no return, he flipped her onto her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist tight, drawing him in deeper. Suddenly, time disappeared. There were no sounds in the room, only the overwhelming melody that began playing in his head. As his tempo increased, so did the rhythm in his mind. Holding her waist, he continued the sweet torment until he and the melody reached the crescendo. Every vessel
in his body exploded as he desperately tried to control all of the melody flowing through his mind. He lay on top of her as she embraced him. She gently rubbed the back of his head as he relaxed in the crook of her neck. He kissed her neck and whispered, “Thank you, Siri.” He rolled to her side and pulled her into his arms. Exhausted, Eric surrendered to the melodies playing in his mind while thinking; when I wake up I definitely want to take that journey again.

  Chapter 2

  Eric and Jason

  Eager to feel the incredible pleasure of before, Eric reached out for the woman. This one was definitely worth whatever price Jason had shelled out. Instead of cursing him to the core, as he had planned to do, he had to thank his brother. Apparently, he needed a woman more than he thought. As his body reacted physically to his thinking, he reached, further across the bed. Void space. He adjusted the direction of his hand. Opening his eyes dubiously, he raised his head slightly off the bed and looked around. She was gone. The thought bothered him. Why would she leave without being paid? Sitting there contemplating the situation, he decided to check the bathroom. Wrapping the sheet from the bed around his waist, he walked into the bathroom and looked around. There was nothing out of order. He frowned as he scanned the room. There was no sign of her clothes anywhere. When his vision reached the nightstand, he noticed his wallet was there. Exhaling and shaking his head, “the oldest trick in the book.” He disappointedly stated. Picking it up, and checking the contents, his brows formed into a frown again. Nothing was missing from his wallet, which contained a thousand dollars in cash, plus two credit cards he carried when he traveled.

  Dumbfounded, Eric never noticed Jason standing in the doorway watching his frantic movements from the other room. He turned to look at the bed. Had it been a dream? Was she a figment of his imagination? Lifting his hand up to run it down his face, a portion of the sheet fell to the floor.

  “As amusing as this scene is, I’ve had enough,” Jason joked raising an eyebrow out of curiosity at his brother. “It’s good you slept late. It gave me a chance to take a good look at the schedule for the week.”

  Turning to his brother, Eric wrapped the sheet back around his waist and sat on the edge of the bed, a bit perplexed. “Who was she? He asked with a quizzical look.

  “I ordered a couple of cups of cappuccino from Starbucks.” Jason stated nonchalantly as he stepped into the room and sat the paperwork in his hand on the table by the window. He took a seat and continued reviewing the schedule for the week.

  A little irritated with his brother, Eric’s replied, “The woman you sent here last night. Who was she?”

  “What woman? Which one? Where? Who?” Jason teased as he continued reading, unconcerned with his younger brother’s question.

  “The call girl you sent here last night. I assume she was from an exclusive agency.”

  Jason looked up, “You had a woman here last night?”

  His brow creased with a frown. Jason did play games, but not to this extent. “Did you send a woman to my suite last night?”

  “No, I was busy with a woman of my own,” he replied with a smooth smile.

  Eric looked around the room as Jason looked on inquisitively. “You don’t know who you were with last night? Huh, I’m proud of you little brother. You needed some release. You’ve been kind of uptight lately.”

  “I’m not uptight.” Eric stated as he abruptly stood, walked over to bathroom and closed the door just as he heard Jason’s last comment.

  “You’re right—you look very relaxed this morning. That’s what a good lay will do for you.”

  When he returned from his shower, Jason was in the sitting area on his cell phone. Eric pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then sat on the bed to put on his socks and shoes. On the floor near the nightstand was a pair of black lace panties. He picked them up and yelled, “I haven’t lost my mind!”

  “I’m glad to hear it!” Jason yelled back. “Now can we hit the road? We are already running behind schedule.”

  Smiling at the discovery, Eric placed the panties in his suitcase with his dirty clothes and closed the top. Questions surrounding the woman still lingered in his head. Who was she and why did she leave without payment?

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  The midday warmth from the sun was the catalyst that snatched Siri from her dream—correction—the memories of the night before. If the Lord came down to take her home, she would have no complaints. Only a heavenly being could have made her feel so precious, so sensuous, so complete. Thinking back to the night, she covered her eyes and turned her face down into her pillow smiling. She held her breath for a moment, and then released a scream into the pillow. She sat up in the bed and pinched herself. “Ouch,” she exclaimed and rubbed the spot. “Okay, it wasn’t a dream.” She pulled her knees up and hugged them, trying to remember everything that happened.

  She awakened earlier that morning in the arms of Silk Davies. Not wanting to face the man she had been so provocative with, she slid from his embrace and quickly dressed. Never in her life had she been so aroused by a man just from his look.

  Four years with her husband and never once did he make her feel the way Silk did. She closed her eyes and exhaled. Was he satisfied? The thought frightened her. That was the real reason she left. The unsatisfied look on her ex-husband’s face was one thing, but to have Silk Davies tell her that would have been too much for her ego.

  She placed her forehead on her knees and closed her eyes, ashamed. She had never been with another man before her husband. She had no idea having sex could be so exuberating, so wonderful. Her head snapped up. “No. I refuse to let something that was so beautiful become corrupted in my mind.” The moments she spent with Silk Davies were wonderful and she refused to reduce it to something sleazy. Suddenly the words that escaped her for months to end her first novel came to her. Not only that, she had the title.

  Excited, she got up, sat at her desk, and opened her laptop. After she pulled up her document, she inserted a title page to the novel she had begun writing during her divorce and typed; Night of Seduction, by Siri Austin.

  Chapter 3

  Siri and TeKaya

  Two weeks later Siri stood in her classroom at the elementary school wondering where to start. The room she was assigned was more like a penitentiary than a classroom. The walls appeared to be blue-grey, she thought, but the windows were definitely grey. How are children supposed to expand their minds in such a dreary environment? She asked herself. Something had to be done.

  Well, first things first, she thought as she started to place her purse on the desk, but then thought again. The desk was just as dirty as the windows. She turned and left the room. When Siri reached her car, she opened the trunk and put her purse inside. She pulled out her cell phone and put it in the back pocket of her jeans. Siri reached back inside the trunk and pulled out the plastic container with cleaning supplies. She closed the trunk, put the alarm on, and walked back to the classroom. As she walked past the principal’s office, she noticed a few people gathered, but did not bother to stop. She had a lot of work to do and no time for conversation.

  Thankfully, when she returned to the room, the janitor had left the bucket of water she had requested earlier. The cleaning process began at her desk, and then carried on to the blackboard and students’ desks. As she cleaned the desks, she moved them out and stacked them in the hallway to make room so she could scrub the floor. On her hands and knees, she began scrubbing each square of the floor. After what seemed like an eternity, finally she reached the door and was backing out of the room when a voice interrupted her.

  “I don’t believe you ever got into that position for me Mrs. Austin.”

  She looked over her shoulder and was surprised to see Carl, her ex-husband, staring down at her. Lord, why now? Of all the times, why would you have him see me on my knees in dirty jeans with my hair sweated out? Trying hard to ignore the urge to clean herself up, she continued with the task and responded, “Mrs. Austin is your mother. If you ask
I’m sure she’ll try.”

  “Mrs. Austin that was cruel and uncalled for. Mr. Austin is here out of concern for the conditions in our facility. I will not have you being disrespectful,” declared Roscoe Ford, the principal.

  Siri closed her eyes and hung her head; she should have known butt-hole number two was not far behind. He always had been a foot deep up Carl’s butt. “If you two haven’t noticed, I’m busy. I don’t have time for idol chit chat.”

  “I suggest you make the time. Would you stand please?” Roscoe the butt-hole demanded. Siri threw the sponge into the dirty water and did as she was asked.

  “You always treated me like I was beneath you. What you don’t realize is Mr. Austin is the only reason you are working here. If I had my way you would never work in another school.”

  “If I had my way you would have taken a tic-tac before talking to me, but we all have our crosses to bear,” Siri replied.