Night of Seduction by Iris Bolling

be. You may be able to sway him;
God only knows why, but me, huh, I know what you
are. ”
    “Is there a
problem here? ” Jason asked with the authoritative
voice that was natural to him.
    The two turned and Siri dropped the brush
she was about to swing at Roscoe. Her eyes widened and her lips
separated apart, but not a sound came out. She turned away quickly,
but not soon enough.
    “Siri? ” Eric called out as he stepped towards
her.
    “You know my
sister Siri? ” TK asked smiling.
    Eric looked at
TK, then at Jason then back to Siri. He wasn ’ t sure
what he was reading in her eyes. Surprise was definitely one of the
emotions, and he certainly understood why. But there was something
else.
    “Who in the
hell are you? ” Roscoe demanded.
    Jason stepped
forward, “ I ’ m Jason Davies,
manager of Silk Davies standing right there. We came to assist Siri
with her painting project. And you are? ”
    “Oh, ” Roscoe quickly changed his
tune. “ You ’ re Silk Davies, the
singer. I didn ’ t recognize
you. ” He extended his hand grinning broadly. “ Welcome, welcome to our little project
here. ” When Eric was slow in extending his hand, Roscoe
turned and grabbed Jason ’ s. “ We were having a little disagreement on the extent of the
project. As you can see this is a huge
undertaking. ”
    “What ’ s the problem
Roscoe? ” TK asked defiantly and ready to back her sister
up.
    Eric stepped
closer to Siri who was still avoiding his eyes. He extended his
hand, “ Eric Davies, I ’ ve heard so much
about you from your sister. ”
    Siri was still
motionless. What in the hell was he doing here? What would Roscoe
do if he found out about that night? Would she lose her job? Be
humiliated all over again? Did he always look so good, so kissable?
Her eyes traveled down the t-shirt that covered the defined muscles
she knew were underneath. Then on to his slightly bow legs she
remembered straddling her, that were now covered in jeans. Then
back to the eyes that had completely captured her that
night. “ Hello, ” she replied so low,
she wasn ’ t sure he heard her.
    Cashmere walked
in, “ Mr. Ford you better come see this, you too
Siri. ”
    “What is it Ms.
Wagstaff, can ’ t you see we are busy
here? ” Roscoe responded.
    “I ’ m pretty sure you
want to see this, ” she replied.
    They stepped
back into the main cafeteria and were shocked to see the number of
people standing there. “ They heard Silk
Davies was here to paint and they decided to help
too. ” Cashmere whispered then winked at Siri.
    Siri looked
around and smiled brightly, “ I think we now have
enough people to do the entire school. What do you think
Roscoe? ” She slapped him on the back then walked out to
the crowd to begin taking names and passing out equipment. She was
sure that someone upstairs was looking out for her. If she had
stood in the room with Silk Davies for another minute, she would
have lost her dignity — that, she was sure
of. Even now, she could not concentrate on the names people were
giving her, for the sense of him staring at her. She chanced it and
looked up. Yep, he was staring at her.
    Seeing Siri was busy, Cashmere began
organizing which classrooms workers would go to. Soon they had at
least two people in every classroom, several in the cafeteria and
kitchen, and several in the auditorium. A few hours later, some men
came in with spray guns to help speed the job along.
    Because the
number of helpers had increased so dramatically,
Kerri ’ s lunch spread was not going to feed all of them.
Jason gave one of the band members his card and instructed him to
bring back whatever was needed to feed the volunteers. TK, Jason,
Eric, and Kerri were all seated at the back of the cafeteria eating
when Siri emerged from the kitchen. “ Siri, come here, sit
down, and have some lunch with us. ” Kerri
ordered. “ That child is going to work herself to death
trying to clean up this school. ”
    “You know how
she is about