Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) by Dorian Mayfair Page A

looked like marble, and again she wondered how old he was; he looked not a day past twenty, but he had the presence of someone older. A mystery, and an attractive one. Pity she didn’t know his story, and why those men had attacked. She didn’t even know for sure what had made her bring him here, but it felt right. Tomorrow, she’d think this through. After she’d called Liz, Beth, Anne, Jude – she’d call everyone – and shared her adventurous night. Right now, she was too flustered, spooked and adrenaline-pumped to use her brain. She been so scared she couldn’t even use her voice. That was a first.
    “I couldn’t scream,” Suzy said. “It was as if someone was trying to choke me.”
    “A talisman,” the man said over his shoulder. He was still staring at the street below the window. “One of them would have carried it. I have seen their like before. Subdues loud noises. Very useful for being discreet.”
    “Some kind of secret agent gadget?” She bit her lip and hoped they hadn’t beamed her with anything cancerous. “By the way, a name would be nice.”
    “Apologies,” he said. “I’m Cai.”
    “Suzy,” Suzy said. “Cai,” she repeated. “What’s that, German?”
    “English. It is short for Caiside.”
    “What kind of name is that ?” Suzy scoffed, although she was impressed. Few had names fit for a band, but his would work.
    “An old name,” he said. “Do you happen to have any tea?”
    Suzy rolled her eyes once she managed to tear them off his back. “Should’ve guessed,” she said. “You English people.”
    “Do you know many Anglecynn?” he asked, sounding intrigued.
    “Don’t think I’ve heard of those.”
    “You haven’t?” He looked confused. “I mean to say, do you know many Englishmen?”
    “Not really,” Suzy said and shrugged. “I’ve met a few.” Including a certain man in a dark forest not long ago – Cai’s friend, if he told the truth – but she wasn’t about to let that slip. She rolled off the couch and walked to her kitchenette. There had to be a teabag somewhere; she loathed tea, but some of her friends drank the stuff. “Haven’t made the trip there yet,” she added. “Might one day. See Big Ben and all that. By the way, are tiny yellow umbrellas all the rage in London?”
    “I – think not,” he said. “Why?”
    Suzy wondered how to tell him it made him look like a colour-blind mime artist. “They’re a bit unusual over here.”
    “I see.” He shrugged, then smiled. “I came to New York very recently. Less than an hour ago, in fact. There weren’t many shops around. I was in a hurry, so I visited a small night-open discount warehouse.” He pronounced the words slowly, as if they were new no him.
    “Did you lose your glasses on your way to the US?” Suzy asked.
    “Pardon?”
    “The airport’s full of shops,” Suzy said, not intending to let him off the hook. “Most of them open all the time. Anything you need at crazy prices. No way you could’ve missed them.”
    His frowned in thought. “The airport?”
    “Don’t tell me you came by boat.”
    “Ah – no.”
    “So what’s with the Crusty the Clown theme?” Suzy popped open her water boiler, checked for roaches, and switched it on. “You’re a worse dresser than my granddad, and that’s saying some.”
    His mouth worked soundlessly. After a moment he looked down, as if seeing himself for the first time. “These garments aren’t fashionable?”
    “Maybe in a small-town carnival. A scary one. I suppose they all are, come to think of it.”
    He looked part amused, part embarrassed. “You’re confusing me.”
    “The feeling’s mutual,” Suzy said. “And you’re dripping all over my carpet. Not that I’m afraid of stains, but there’s a pool around your feet.”
    “Oh,” he said, but he didn’t move.
    Suzy sighed. Cute but daft. She wondered how someone willing to go toe-to-toe with three thugs could be so hesitant. On the other hand, in a weird way, it