Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Sigrid looked him in the eye. “I said you were taking the day to recover.”

“I feel great! Besides, if I stay home, I’ll only work from there,” he said with a smile.

“Why does no one listen to me?” she growled as she spun to stomp back to the front door.

Camila stood and followed her out with a sly smile.

Henry turned to Meixiu. “Thank you for taking such good care of me. I’m sorry I can’t remember yesterday.”

“It is too bad as you taught me something,” she said with a slight smile.

“I did?”

She nodded then her mouth was on his, and the tip of her tongue dipped into his mouth. Henry’s body jolted with the sensation, and he might have moaned just a little.

“MEIXIU!”

The young woman pulled back with a guilty smile for Sigrid as Henry wobbled.

The tall blond collected Henry while giving Meixiu a stern look and led him by the arm to the front door and out. Meixiu followed to lock up.

Henry climbed in and found himself pressed between the two lovely women when Sigrid got in. He heard both begin to purr at the sensation.

“No! Nope! Out!” he said firmly, and Sigrid hopped back out with a surprised look. Henry followed her out then rounded the front of the vehicle to sit in the passenger seat up front. He rested back with a sigh as the tingling heat on his neck settled down.

He had work to do today!

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Nate was lounging on the decadently comfortable bed in his hotel room watching the news. He was feeling particularly spoiled after sleeping in Camila’s wonderful bed and now this cloud of a mattress.

Speaking of clouds, there was this crazy story on the news about a rogue air force pilot flying in Kansas who started shooting clouds. He disappeared only to reappear eight minutes later in the skies above Fort McMurray, Alberta. There was a lot of angry saber-rattling between the governments of the two countries. The Canadians accused the US of flying top-secret experimental aircraft missions into their airspace. The US wanted the pilot and the jet back, immediately.

The pilot was demanding asylum as he’d been guided there by a divine presence. The media was having a blast with their headlines for Major Tom, but nobody was taking him seriously.

Meanwhile back in Kansas, in the small town where the pilot originally departed US airspace, tragedy struck at a high school football stadium when a sudden and fierce rainstorm swept over the field catching the two teams and the spectators by surprise. The clouds above then unleashed a hellish amount of lightning onto the sodden crowd. Electronics up to a mile away fried in the pulse.

Within hours, Army trucks rolled into town with personnel wearing hazmat suits. They quarantined the town, and the press weren’t being allowed anywhere near the grisly scene. The conspiracy theorists were having a field day.

“Are you watching this too?” Nate called out as he thought he heard an echo through the open door between their rooms.

Jo came running into his room wearing one of the super plush hotel bathrobes. Her bubbliness seemed to have returned after a good night’s sleep.

She jumped up on his bed and crawled up to lean back against the pillows he set up for her against the headboard. “This is crazy shit!” she gasped.

“They’re saying the plane flew over sixteen hundred miles in eight minutes! That’s like, uh…” Nate struggled to do the math.

Jo squinted at him as she worked it out too. “Twelve million miles per hour?”

He gave her an incredulous look. “What?!? No! It’s- twelve thousand miles per hour.”

She stuck out her tongue. “Sue me! I’m a creative genius, not a math nerd.”

“The point is, it couldn’t possibly have flown that fast. So either the Air Force found a way to warp space, or it’s a hoax, maybe to spook the Russians.”

Jo stuck out her bottom lip. “It’s going to be a hoax. They always end up admitting that,” she sighed. “What about the town? Those poor people! That’s so scary! You’re living there, minding your own business then BAM! Mother Nature kicks your ass, and the army locks you in the town, cutting off all access to the outside world.”

They sat quietly watching the news anchors filling the air with useless speculation, repeated ad nauseam.

“I hope they don’t find her.”

Nate looked over at Jo’s profile in surprise. “You don’t want them to find the freak who attacked you?”

“Then we could stay in this luxurious hideout forever,” Jo sighed.

Nate snorted. “Our benefactors are exceptionally generous, but there are limits.” He lifted the TV remote and flipped to the local news. The weather was going to remain warm for a little while yet.

“Who cares how it is outside when it’s so perfect inside,” Jo pouted.

“We have to go outside at some point. Life is out there,” he explained.

“Overrated. This bed is better than anything you’d find out there.”

He gave her a sad look. “Other people are out there.”

She snorted. “Other people bring us room service. We meet people!”

“No offense to Steven, the busboy but I’m talking about people we can have more meaningful relationships with.”

“Meh,” was her response.

He continued to look at her profile as she stared at the screen.

“Shit.”

He looked back to the screen, and they were displaying the portrait of Chantelle Gauthier. The dark-skinned beauty’s body washed up on the shore not too far from the marina where Oletha had died.

“Well, we had a lovely night’s sleep at least,” Nate said.

“Poo.”

He regarded her for a while until she looked at him.

“What? Do I have a booger dangling from my nose?” she asked.

“Gross!” he growled. “No. I- I’m… I just want to say I’m sorry.”

She looked at him curiously. “For what?”

He looked away. “For whatever role I played in ruining your chances with Bev.”

She scowled at him. “Why did you have to ruin a perfectly good moment of being lazy with thoughts of her?”

“Because what you had with her is what I want most in the world and what I fear I’ll never have.”

The scowl became a glare. “So why don’t you marry Bev?”

“When I find someone who loves me as much as she loved you, I’ll marry them,” he sighed.

The glare now included scorn. “Oh please! The man who gets more action than anyone I know would give all that up for monogamy?”

“For my soul mate, I would. In a second. You know I’ve always wanted to find a match like my parents.”

Jo looked away. “Yeah, well… that doesn’t happen for everyone.”

“It could happen for you.”

Eyes flashed. “Why the sudden interest in matchmaking?”

He looked away. “Just having an epiphany of the impact I have on those around me.”

“Wow, ego much?”

He shook his head. “I’ve tried to have relationships with eleven women. Eleven decent, friendly, happy women-”Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Batshit crazy, you mean!” she snorted.

“Afterwards.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

“That’s how they all were, afterward. Ask their friends how they behaved before me. I did. Well, the ones who would talk to me.”

Jo turned to face him with a serious expression. “You don’t seriously believe there is something about you that turned nice girls into those monsters, do you?”

“My belief is immaterial. It happens.”

She watched him and saw his conviction. “Wait, how is this related to Bev and me?”

“You’re the twelfth woman.”

Eyebrows went up. “Excuse me?”

“You are the only other woman I’ve had a long-term relationship with,” he confessed.

Her mouth worked, but nothing came out, at first. “You’re lumping me in with the crazy bitches?!?”

“No. Your personality remained true. You are just as sweet and funny as you’ve always been. It’s your attitude towards long-term relationships and love that’s twisted since I met you.”

She looked at him, speechless.

He continued. “You’d been in a relationship with Bev for three years when we met, and you two were such a good match. You both had a life plan and similar dreams. I brought home one sexy tart after another, parading them by you without thought. You became restless while I struggled to find what you and Bev already had.” He took a deep breath. “I know you had sex with Melanie, right before I broke up with her… and you with Bev.”

She jolted at the memory and looked at him cautiously.

“Melanie talked about how pretty you were and asked me if I’d consider a ménage à trois. By the end, she’d convinced herself I was already having sex with you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

It was his turn to stare at her incredulously.

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not interested, but I always thought you’d at least try. Don’t straight men typically think Lesbian’s just need a good fuck to straighten them out?” she scoffed.

“NO! Geezus- I don’t know. Listen, I can’t speak for other men, but no, I’ve never thought that! Besides, I wouldn’t, with you,” he finished awkwardly. She pulled back like he’d slapped her and his face fell. “Come on! I didn’t mean it in a bad way! I wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship! Sex would kill it. You’re my best friend! I need you!”

She was quiet for a while just looking at him. “Then why are you bringing up something painful.”

He sighed. “Because a good friend would have stopped you from throwing away something as good as what you had with Bev. I did nothing! I said nothing! Purely selfish, I was only thinking of me.”

“You don’t think I can make my own decisions?” Jo barked.

“Of course I do. But no one makes decisions without some outside influence. I’ve been a terrible example. One night stand after one night stand, and now you seem to be following the same pattern-”

“Maybe I want that! Maybe I’m enjoying it!” Jo yelled.

He turned sad eyes on her. “If you were, you’d smile more often like you did when you were with her.”

Jo slid off the bed to stand next to it and faced him. “You know what? Fuck you. I’m going home. And I’m keeping the robe!” She stormed off, slamming the door between their rooms. He heard the lock snap into place.

He sighed. There was a knock on the main door.