Enticing An Angel by Leo Charles Taylor Page B

nice meal from time to time. She always seems to be
cashless, but she keeps her life simple and manages to get by."
    "She told me that she's a paralegal. Doesn't
she make decent money?"
    "Are we talking about the same Melanie? She's
a paralegal all right, but just barely. I'm sure she's at the
bottom of the pay scale."
    "Well, I did hear that her father got her the
job, and that he pays part of her rent. At least she has someone to
care for her," Michael said.
    "That asshole can sit and spin," Amber said
with disgust.
    Michael was shocked by the vehement reply.
This time he understood the reference, if not the anger. Something
was not right with Melanie and her father, and he took the
opportunity to ask about it.
    "Not for me to say, and I don't know all of
it anyway," Amber said with a shrug.
    Michael thought this was strange; Amber had
no problem talking about Melanie's sex life, but refrained from
talking about her family life. Either Amber was just as weird as
Melanie was—a distinct possibility—or something much more serious
was going on. Michael was unable to determine which because Amber
changed the subject.
    "I think you would make a good boyfriend for
Melanie," she said. "She needs to settle down a bit and have a long
term relationship."
    "I thought you said she doesn't want a long
term relationship."
    "Oh, Melanie doesn't know what she wants.
Besides, I said serious, not long term. You can have a long term
relationship without it being serious."
    Michael saw the logic of the argument, and
when he thought about it, he believed that particular philosophy
would sit well with the three ladies he was witnessing tonight—long
term, but not serious. Although, he frowned at the idea; he was
quickly becoming attached to Melanie, and part of him hoped for a
serious relationship.
    Amber nodded her head in a direction of the
museum exhibits, and Michael followed her signal. Melanie stood by
the stairs and motioned for them to join her. Amber pulled away
from Michael, took his hand, and then led him to her friend.
    "Come on, Loverboy, it's time to get your
game on," she said.
    As they got close to Melanie, Amber spoke
up.
    "Are we good?" Amber asked
    "We're good," was the reply.
    Melanie took Michael by the hand and led him
down the stairs, across the lower lobby and around to the back
stairs. These stairs were just as wide as the previous and
displayed large stone statues on pedestals; Melanie led him to the
top and continued her advance to wherever she was going
    Michael was unsure what was up, but the fact
that these women were in cahoots gave him grave doubts. He allowed
Melanie to lead him but just barely, and when they eventually made
it to a section that was not part of the Rave, he became even more
worried.
    The museum quieted rapidly. Noise from the
event could still be heard—it was a loud party—but as they wound
their way through the building, the sound dampened. Shortly,
Michael could see Dagger standing by a smaller set of stairs. When
she saw the trio approach, she nodded her head and motioned them on
quickly.
    Melanie led Michael past her friend and up
the steps. He turned quickly to Dagger and noticed that not only
did she stay in position, but Amber stopped next to her and
remained with her Goth friend.
    The stairs were not long, and at the top
landing, Melanie turned to Michael. She had a smile on her face as
if she had just won the lottery.
    "I have a particular fantasy that you are
about to help fulfill," she said as she grinned.
    "Really?" Michael responded with a smile of
his own.
    "Uh, huh," she said as she nodded her head
slowly. "You are going to service me right her on this top
step."
    "Looks painful," Michael responded.
    "Nope I have it all planned out," she
replied.
    "We could get caught and kicked out," Michael
replied.
    "Well then you better hurry," she said.
    Michael eyed Melanie carefully. When she had
mentioned a fantasy, he knew she was serious, but he was unsure
just how serious. Now, he