female buyers.
The tales of a sexually provocative past haunting didn’t really scare Cassandra; she believed in things she couldn’t see…like sexual fantasies. Paige on the other hand didn’t believe spirits walked the Earth, let alone in their new shop. She’d been so amused by the stories that she’d suggested naming their business after the most notorious rumor…Eternal Pleasures.
Chapter 1
Six Months Later
Cassandra stared at the man in black that seemed to have suddenly materialized inside their shop. How Cassandra missed him, she’d never know. She hadn’t heard the bell above the door jingle; her head buried in one of the oldest erotica books she’d found tucked away in the back on one of the store shelves.
From under the black wide-brimmed hat, hair the color of midnight reached just above his collar. Eyes of azure pierced right through her out from under the brim. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared back at him; he was the mirror image of the main character described in one of the stories in her book.
He sauntered through the shop with the ease of someone who’d been there many times before as he looked at the array of books and candles housed on the shelves. One would think he was a regular customer. No, she would have noticed him if he had been in the store before. Probably would have had several different fantasies in her upstairs room, late at night when the moon and stars…
Spellbound, she just stared at him absorbing the intensity of his presence. It’s now or never, before he walks out the door. “Can I help you?” Unable to move an inch and her heart pounding, she waited behind the counter for any morsel of a response he chose to give.
“Just browsing,” he said, not giving her a second look.
Having him brush her off didn’t set well, but then when had a man ever been spellbound by her sensual presence? Try never.
But he wasn’t here looking for anyone’s sensual presence. He was ‘just browsing’, which from her experience usually meant looking for something but didn’t want the clerk to know what because they were embarrassed. At least that’s what she’d come to understand it meant over the past several months of hearing “just browsing.”
“If it’s something in particular, maybe…”
“No, thank you. I usually help myself when I find something I want, or that has coaxed me to it.”
The words pointedly full of sex, the admiring gaze he pinned her with pierced through her making her believe he referred to more than her offer of help. Her body heated in reaction at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he’d found her spellbinding too.
He tipped his head slightly and walked out the door without a sound, pausing for a moment at the window for one last look before vanishing from sight.
“Paige!” Cassandra shouted, running to the window to see which way he’d gone. She found no one on the walk. The setting sun lit the street enough to see a person pass by. How strange. “Paige!”
Paige peeked out from the backroom. “For cryin’ out loud, CJ, the whole block can hear you bellowing.”
“We’ve been here, what, six months now?” Cassandra opened the shop door, continuing to peer down the street to no avail. He’d vanished. No one just disappears.
“Happy to say longer than anyone else who’s occupied this place, and don’t change the subject. Why were you yelling and what are you looking for?” Paige stood next to her, peering down the empty street as well.
“And in that time nothing out of the ordinary has happened, right?” Cassandra stepped back inside, closing the door.
“If you’re referring to the so called hauntings, no. Nothing other than you not masturbating all the time has happened. Are you trying to tell me something weird just happened?”
“Something, or someone very…oh never mind.” Cassandra looked one last time out the window.
The tales of a sexually provocative past haunting didn’t really scare Cassandra; she believed in things she couldn’t see…like sexual fantasies. Paige on the other hand didn’t believe spirits walked the Earth, let alone in their new shop. She’d been so amused by the stories that she’d suggested naming their business after the most notorious rumor…Eternal Pleasures.
Chapter 1
Six Months Later
Cassandra stared at the man in black that seemed to have suddenly materialized inside their shop. How Cassandra missed him, she’d never know. She hadn’t heard the bell above the door jingle; her head buried in one of the oldest erotica books she’d found tucked away in the back on one of the store shelves.
From under the black wide-brimmed hat, hair the color of midnight reached just above his collar. Eyes of azure pierced right through her out from under the brim. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared back at him; he was the mirror image of the main character described in one of the stories in her book.
He sauntered through the shop with the ease of someone who’d been there many times before as he looked at the array of books and candles housed on the shelves. One would think he was a regular customer. No, she would have noticed him if he had been in the store before. Probably would have had several different fantasies in her upstairs room, late at night when the moon and stars…
Spellbound, she just stared at him absorbing the intensity of his presence. It’s now or never, before he walks out the door. “Can I help you?” Unable to move an inch and her heart pounding, she waited behind the counter for any morsel of a response he chose to give.
“Just browsing,” he said, not giving her a second look.
Having him brush her off didn’t set well, but then when had a man ever been spellbound by her sensual presence? Try never.
But he wasn’t here looking for anyone’s sensual presence. He was ‘just browsing’, which from her experience usually meant looking for something but didn’t want the clerk to know what because they were embarrassed. At least that’s what she’d come to understand it meant over the past several months of hearing “just browsing.”
“If it’s something in particular, maybe…”
“No, thank you. I usually help myself when I find something I want, or that has coaxed me to it.”
The words pointedly full of sex, the admiring gaze he pinned her with pierced through her making her believe he referred to more than her offer of help. Her body heated in reaction at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he’d found her spellbinding too.
He tipped his head slightly and walked out the door without a sound, pausing for a moment at the window for one last look before vanishing from sight.
“Paige!” Cassandra shouted, running to the window to see which way he’d gone. She found no one on the walk. The setting sun lit the street enough to see a person pass by. How strange. “Paige!”
Paige peeked out from the backroom. “For cryin’ out loud, CJ, the whole block can hear you bellowing.”
“We’ve been here, what, six months now?” Cassandra opened the shop door, continuing to peer down the street to no avail. He’d vanished. No one just disappears.
“Happy to say longer than anyone else who’s occupied this place, and don’t change the subject. Why were you yelling and what are you looking for?” Paige stood next to her, peering down the empty street as well.
“And in that time nothing out of the ordinary has happened, right?” Cassandra stepped back inside, closing the door.
“If you’re referring to the so called hauntings, no. Nothing other than you not masturbating all the time has happened. Are you trying to tell me something weird just happened?”
“Something, or someone very…oh never mind.” Cassandra looked one last time out the window.
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