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

made him ever cuter. Danger danger danger rang the warning bells in her head, but she muffled them before they grew too noisy. She’d had enough of unease tonight; she had already decided she trusted this man, and she would stick to her decision. “I’ll get you a towel,” she said.
    “You don’t have to.” He turned back to watching the street. “Tea is more than enough.”
    “A towel ,” Suzy clarified. The word must mean something else in British English. “For, you know, towelling yourself.”
    “Oh,” he said and looked back at her. “Then I thank you.”
    Suzy cleared her throat and tried not to stare at how his eyes reflected the neon from below. The man’s eyes were at odds with everything else about him, except perhaps his fighting skills. A woman could perhaps not drown in them, but she could definitely make use of a life vest. Or a stiff drink.
    She walked over to her only cupboard, currently doubling as emergency food stash and laundry basket, and took her largest towel, black as all the others. “Use this,” she said and tossed the towel to the man.
    He snatched it from the air and stood still, gazing the towel curiously as if Suzy had tossed him a part of a rocket engine. “Thank you,” he said. “Don’t too you want to get dry?”
    “I’m having a shower once you’re gone.”
    “Do you want me to leave?” he asked.
    Suzy turned to her kitchenette to avoid those eyes and that smile. She suppressed the urge to say no; even though he was a bit weird, he was by far the most interesting person she’d met in a long time. There was also the fact that he’d mentioned Greene, so this might be a chance to figure out exactly who that man in the forest was. And he’s gorgeous , whispered the ever-present devil on Suzy’s shoulder. Apparently, some people had an angel on their other shoulder, but Suzy had always seemed stuck without a voice of reason to counter her devil’s comments.
    She took a deep breath. This was no time for silly speculations. “Get as dry as you can.” Suzy pointed at her bedroom. “I’ll fix tea.”
    The man disappeared into Suzy’s bedroom, and Suzy busied herself with preparing tea and instant coffee. Those tasks were about as complicated as any she could deal with right then. Measure coffee, pour into cup, add some more coffee, top up with lots of sugar, end of process. Teabag into cup, followed by water. Nice and simple. Nothing like being assaulted on the street, or tricked into beds or forest clearings by strangers. Not that she regretted those moments, but a piece of normality was welcome.
    Behind her, she heard the man exit her small bedroom. Tea and coffee done, she took the cups, turned around, and stopped. The teacup slipped from her hand and fell to the carpet with a dullclunk.
    “I should mention,” the man said, “that those men we met might come again. They were – are you unwell?”
    “Jesus Christ , ” Suzy croaked.
    “That religion is familiar to me.” He looked delighted and pursed his lips in thought. “Three denominations, if I remember correctly. Orthodox, Roman Catholic, and – ”
    “ Put some damn clothes on ,” Suzy wheezed and turned around.
    She had expected Cai to still be in his clothes or have wrapped the towel around him, but he had emerged from her bedroom stark naked, like some clueless Greek demigod. If there had been an angel on Suzy’s shoulder, it would have said you should have averted your eyes sooner , but because her shoulders were devil-only, her first thought was what a body. She could still see it reflected in a framed poster on her wall, and she could not take her eyes off him. He had a physique of a man who spent his days hauling rocks and climbing trees. He was, she supposed, just above very fit – but his body had not a hint of fat, instead showing off every sinew and muscle, rippling under skin bordering on the white. In the faint orange glow of the candelabra, he looked as if he was made out of copper.