name is, my pretty lady?" He certainly seemed charming to him, but nothing compared to the exotic appearance of his face. His natural tan was flawless and Emily was certain he must exfoliate on a regular basis. His skin was incredibly smooth and looked freshly shaven. His eyes were a deep green color and Emily could only imagine what kind of secrets were hidden in those windows to his soul.
Bedroom eyes, most definitely , she thought.
"Uh, my name is..." Emily attempted to talk, but her throat was dry making her voice crack. "Mmm...a-hem...sorry," she said trying to clear her throat."My name is Emily. Emily Vant."
"My dear, Emily is such a beautiful sounding name. Where I come from, the name Emily means hard worker. You look too beautiful to ever have to worry about working hard."
Emily could feel the blood flush from her face and her right eye started to twitch. It was something that always happened when she became extremely nervous. Feeling her defenses dwindle away, she smiled as big as she could force herself to, not quite knowing how else to react.
"Please," he injected. "Let me show you around my place," he said as he held on to Emily's hand and led her further into the house.
You idiot, Em, she thought. He just gave you an incredible compliment and all you could do is smile like a dumb ass. Good one.
"Wait. Did you say this was your house?" she asked as she stumbled behind him like a five year old being dragged through the store by her mother.
"Yes. It is what I have called home since I had it built eight years ago."
Being quick at math and a good judge of peoples age, Emily figured his age to be about thirty-four.
Thirty-four minus eight equals...Holy shit. This guy was already rich at twenty-six years old. What the hell does HE do?
"It's definitely big, and beautiful to say the least," she replied.
"I like to think that a home should be not just a place to lay your head, but a place to enjoy the company of your closest friends no matter how many you may have. That's why I have these events here at my place. It is large enough for people to let loose inside the house and outside, while at the same time not have to worry about the neighbors or any authorities." He stopped in front of a set of closed wooden double doors. They were made of the same rustic wood look as the front doors, but were only about seven feet high. It was beyond these doors which the music was emanating and it was quite clear that what Emily had heard before was in fact the sound of tropical drum beats. She could hear several voices talking and laughing along with what sounded like a few hands clapping. With the loud drum beats, it was hard to hear what was being said and she couldn't tell if they were male voices or female.
Lucian reached out to open the door. Emily felt a rush of tingling run through her entire body. She knew whatever it was beyond these doors, would change her life forever.
Staring at the closed door for a split second seemed like minutes. Emily grabbed Lucian's arm. "Wait! I know what's going on in there and I'm not sure if I'm quite ready. I mean, don't get me wrong. Based on the looks of you, Brad and Rick, I can only imagine how gorgeous the other men and women in that room can possibly be. I would imagine it's all about sex and indulging in fantasies in there...am I right?"
"You can say that, but I think it is much more. Let me ask you this. How many times have you just wanted to let your entire guard down and submit to your wildest sexual fantasies and desires? You know — the ones that keep you up at night when you're all alone in your bedroom masturbating?"
Oh god. Busted. Maybe he's some kind of mind reader or psychic that knows me more than I do.
" Don't you think too many people in this world live their entire lives fantasizing about sexual situations instead of actually living them?"
"Uh yeah,...I guess, I..."
"Emily. I find you very attractive and I am certain that we will have our
Bedroom eyes, most definitely , she thought.
"Uh, my name is..." Emily attempted to talk, but her throat was dry making her voice crack. "Mmm...a-hem...sorry," she said trying to clear her throat."My name is Emily. Emily Vant."
"My dear, Emily is such a beautiful sounding name. Where I come from, the name Emily means hard worker. You look too beautiful to ever have to worry about working hard."
Emily could feel the blood flush from her face and her right eye started to twitch. It was something that always happened when she became extremely nervous. Feeling her defenses dwindle away, she smiled as big as she could force herself to, not quite knowing how else to react.
"Please," he injected. "Let me show you around my place," he said as he held on to Emily's hand and led her further into the house.
You idiot, Em, she thought. He just gave you an incredible compliment and all you could do is smile like a dumb ass. Good one.
"Wait. Did you say this was your house?" she asked as she stumbled behind him like a five year old being dragged through the store by her mother.
"Yes. It is what I have called home since I had it built eight years ago."
Being quick at math and a good judge of peoples age, Emily figured his age to be about thirty-four.
Thirty-four minus eight equals...Holy shit. This guy was already rich at twenty-six years old. What the hell does HE do?
"It's definitely big, and beautiful to say the least," she replied.
"I like to think that a home should be not just a place to lay your head, but a place to enjoy the company of your closest friends no matter how many you may have. That's why I have these events here at my place. It is large enough for people to let loose inside the house and outside, while at the same time not have to worry about the neighbors or any authorities." He stopped in front of a set of closed wooden double doors. They were made of the same rustic wood look as the front doors, but were only about seven feet high. It was beyond these doors which the music was emanating and it was quite clear that what Emily had heard before was in fact the sound of tropical drum beats. She could hear several voices talking and laughing along with what sounded like a few hands clapping. With the loud drum beats, it was hard to hear what was being said and she couldn't tell if they were male voices or female.
Lucian reached out to open the door. Emily felt a rush of tingling run through her entire body. She knew whatever it was beyond these doors, would change her life forever.
Staring at the closed door for a split second seemed like minutes. Emily grabbed Lucian's arm. "Wait! I know what's going on in there and I'm not sure if I'm quite ready. I mean, don't get me wrong. Based on the looks of you, Brad and Rick, I can only imagine how gorgeous the other men and women in that room can possibly be. I would imagine it's all about sex and indulging in fantasies in there...am I right?"
"You can say that, but I think it is much more. Let me ask you this. How many times have you just wanted to let your entire guard down and submit to your wildest sexual fantasies and desires? You know — the ones that keep you up at night when you're all alone in your bedroom masturbating?"
Oh god. Busted. Maybe he's some kind of mind reader or psychic that knows me more than I do.
" Don't you think too many people in this world live their entire lives fantasizing about sexual situations instead of actually living them?"
"Uh yeah,...I guess, I..."
"Emily. I find you very attractive and I am certain that we will have our
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