Fantezii Erotice

10 PM. Highway. is been a hellofa long day at work, second week of working
overtime, and (m starting to hate my job, itie by lite. Every day there's a problem,
someone wants something from me, the team îs behind 2 weeks with this project.
and, today, of all days, we got ourselves a new business partner. Supposediy, we
should have met by now, by video-conterence, but he didnt show. Why is t so
dificuit to be punctual?!

1 have 50 more miles until home, and driving relaxes me. 45... With the corner of
my eye, | see something on the side of the road... running?!?! This cant be!
Suddeniy ! feel stalked, and my senses heighten. What was that?! jooked like a
man, but running with the same speed [m driving?! No way. "Get a grip, womant *
Easy to say, hard to be done. 20 miles. C'mon already! Why îsit taking so long to
get home? The road never seemed so difficult untii now. Suddeniy something
passes from one side ofthe road'to another, in a split second. The car freezes, it's
a good thing | have new brakes. Wtf was that?! Did | hit t? Im trying to breath, to
cool off the adrenaline rushing through my body, ! realize ! had gripped the staring
wheel so hard, that my fingers hurt. "Relax already! You are going mad, for sure!
Nothing could appear and disappear so fast hat you would see it and yet dont run
t over. *... Right? "Of course dumimy! * Hehe! The strong voice of reason gave me
some support for my broken thougtits. Im trying to start the car again, but no
response from the battery. "Oh come on, manti Is it going to be ike în ihose cheap
horror movies?! Some weird lab experiment got loose and is going to kil me now,
when my battery decided to die, în the middle ot this stupid highway?! And to top
everything,_no one is passing by! * indeed, not a soul... wth?! Cell phone? Where is
my cell?! Oh, atwork, plugged for cherging. Great! Or, now Im pissed! Gathering
my nerve, | open the door and descend from my old Toyota, at least it someone
would pass, they would see me. It's dark. t00 dark. A feeling of unease makes it's
room to my veins. Shiti At least its not cold outside. And something îs moving în
he dark... someone is walking towards me! Crap! "Should ! run? Where? IF | stay
here, maybe hetl go away... Maybe. * And this being said loud in my head, | leaned
o my car and lighted a cigarette.

-Good evening! he says, in an elegant and soothing voice. And he comes closer,
so / can see him better. He's bionde, tal, sim and... dark. Yeah, that's the word!
dark. There's something about him... -Problerns with your car?

-Ummm, yeah. 1t wont start anymore, | think the battery is dead. ! had to stop
suddeniy and forgot to turn off îe iighis. "He's beauţitul. *-Let me see, maybe |
can help you. "'tuh, really?! *-ok.

Popping the_hood made me think that staying inside îs a good idea. And bloching
ine doors. "Chicken! No more horror movies for you! * Hmmm... The knock in my
window wakes me from my thinting. -I think it's done, try to start again.

Well, let's try, indeed, t started! Omg!

-Thank you, | guess. How did you do that?!

He smiles a crooked smile, and says: -Old habits die hard, | had a summer to leam
how an engine works.

-Ok, then. Can | take you somewhere? At least that can do, after your help.

-Um, if you want to... | live at the far end of the city, its a long way.

-So what were you doing on foot?!

- fe to walk a îot, itrefreshes my thoughts. And a weird spark ighted his eyes.
Holy shit! He's a serial kiler! 'Hle's not a serial tiler, you moron! He's just.
gorgeous and mysterious. * -Well hop în! We have a long way ahead.

And the minute he got into my car, | forgot whatever! wantedto say. ! mean, |
was. aware and ali that, but my mouth wouldnt isten to my brain, and ! couldntt say
a thing. ! just stared at him, with the corner of my eye, adimiring his beautitul face,
and enjoying his gorgeous eyes. Spealing of his eyes, they were the colour of.
ine shy, bright blue siy. Almost neon. timmm... perhaps that's entirely normal,
inere are so many things we dont know. After a few directions, we got îo his
house. Which was în the middle of nowhere, by the way, Truly. Only a few trees
around, and that's. Hmmim, | didntt knew that someone lived in Îhis area.

-Would you care to join me for a glass of wine?

-Huh?! Umm, its late, ! should go home, tomorrow... ! mean, today (asitis 2 am)
wil be a long day.

-As you wish. | was just trying to be nice, no hidden intentions here!

-Weli. maybe one glass wouldnt hurt. "Arentt you giving up too easy, miss?! GO
HOME! * That's not going to happen.

And. so we are inside, the iving room is very well furnished, good taste is
everywhere. -Is that a Rubens painting?

-Yes, actual tis, a giit from a dear iniend.

"Some friend, a painting îike that costs a fortune! *-Have a seat, please. And he
puts 2 glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon on the side of a smali table.

-Are you always that nice? | mean, not that | dont usually meet nice people, but
you have a distinct way of speaking.

Did | mention! too straight forward for my own good heatth?!

- hm, wellietis see: considering that | am older than you, maybe that's a plus. like
o speak with a British accent, it makes my tongue roll easier.

"Tongue? Your tongue... holy crap, you are kiss able! Maybe its the wine..." But
he is totally hissabie... his mouth is so... delicate, and his skin is white and perfect.
And the eyes... hey look brighter than în the car... Wih did he put în my glass?!

-So what are you doing in town? ! didnt! knew înat there îs a house în this area of
ne ci.

-I had it buit this spring, so that ! can move în this April. ama partner in a
construction company, and wanted to be close to work. So ! wil be living here for
a while.

-I see... "Did he come closer? Maybe my vision got better... but he is definiteiy
closer, and stii moving towards me. Why cant ! move? * He stops for a second,
split second, to look into my eyes, looking for a sign ofrejection. But there wasnt
any. | wanted to kiss him, to feel his arms around me. The second his lips touched
mine... | froze. He was COLD! ICE COLD. How can that be? His fresh wintry
breath brushed my lips, as he asked: -Are you ok?

1 mumbled a Yes, and forgot to breathe on my own. His mouth tasted deticious.
soft, cold, and the air around me disappeared for good. When ! woke up, | was
aying on a couch, with a cold compress on my forehead. A pair of blue eyes was
eyeing me, evidentiy worried.

“Are you okay? You scared me for a moment.

"No shit?! *-yes, Im fine, think! had too much wine for one night.

-Ok, then. | wil take you home now, and | am driving.

1 was no use to argue... he was loo convincing. And so we were back în my car,
nis time | was on the passenger seat, absorbed by his anpearance, intoxicated
with his presence. în about 30 minutes we were în front of my house, even though
t usualy took one hour. He gets out handing me the keys: -Do you want me îo
take you in? "NO! *-Yes, please, lim alraid my feet arentt listening to me right now.
-l see. And he takes me în his arims, in a continuous move, ke lifting a small bag,
unlocks îhe front door and asks me: -Where's your bedroom?

-Bedroom?! Why?

-Weli, you change your clothes, and | wil prepare you a hot bath. And after that !
wil leave you alone, | would want to disturb you any further.

"What?! Disturb?! Are you for real?! *-Um, ok. The bedroom is the second door
on the right and bath is the next one. Youti find everyihing you need there.

After changing my clothes, (and it took a while, didntt Know what to put on) | went
n the bathroom... mmm... it was just what | needed. While enjoying îhe hot
bubbles, from the living room ! could hear a song... but! couldnt tell what it was.
Nothing ! knew, either way. Butit sounded nice, soofhing, like a love song. And |
fel asleep. When ! woke up, the water was cold and the clock showed 7 AM. Crap!
"'m gonna be iate! * în 30 mins ! was at work, and my assistant was waiting for me,
extremely impatient.

“Ela, what's wrong? Any calls tor me?

-MiSS, you have a guest, în your office. Ils the new business partner. He's been
waiing îhere for an hour. told.

-Ok, gotit, thanks. Two coftees, with mik and sugar. And ! turned to her: - How do
/iook?

-Gorgeous as usual. And professional.

-Thank you, | needed that. Ella was ahvays sincere when. carne to fashion, for
her if you didntt wear îhe right shoes to the right shit. you were dead. )

And as ! step into my office, my eyes searching the guest... And again, froze. It
couldnt be! Why didnt ! pay more atlention to what he said? A construction
company... But there was a chance in a hundred to be MY construction company!
The business partner, the one ! labelled as "not punctual, was my beautilul
stranger, the one that fixed my car and made me a hot bath the other night. His
biue eyes were smilng, asif the surprise for him wasn't much of a surprise. And |
was speechless. He looked amazing! The hair was fixed, a black suit dressed his
body, making him look like a puma în îhe hunt.

And | was dazzied by his melodious voice:

-Good morning, my name is Edward. Edward Black. You must be Catherine Mosk.
-Yes, that's me. ln sorry, ! usually am not that rude, but | didntt expect... well, you
- know, ! could guess that much îrom the look on your face.

1 forgot ! was what you cal! tan open book" when it came to feelings. ! could never
act in a way, just felt, andit showed în every gesture.

-So are you okay? Last night | hadto leave, but you got me thinking... with that
ant of yours. Do you usually faint when someone îs îrying to kiss you?

1 could hear the iaughter în his voice, but | didnt tum to look at him when !
answered.

-Yes, fm fine. And its not my fault ! fainted, you must have spiked the wine, or
something ike that. *Or maybe it's because you were unnaturaly COLD and
charmingi.

-No ! didnt! But never mind that, let's get down to business, we can leave this
discussion open for tonight at dinner.

-I dont think that's anpropriate. We are partners în business, not în real e. And !
see no point în having dinner or whatnot, because Im already seeing someone,
and it's quite serious.

-l understand. Well, considering what you said, we should discuss business. |
agree with your terns, but spliting the profit în half does not seem right. Let me
propose this to you: you take charge of whatever projects there are, and ! give you
ine money for ihem. And after that, | get 70 % of the profit. And you get îhe iest
and the credits.

-WUAT?! No way în helt This îs my company, ! decide what's to be done! You
cant! just walk în and say that you get 70 9% of the profis!

-Feisty, arent you? Catherine, îi | may, you need the money, and! need to get
some of it back. Please understand that this isntt my pleasure, it just business.
Nothing personal.

"GET OUT "-Okay, youire right. Im sorry, its just that m too proud of my results,
and ittook many years to get here. And hard work. But this recession... s jiling us.
We need extra resources just o survive the costs. We are behind... too much. And
competition isnr! waiting for us. Is set. 70%.

1 wanted so much to bite my tongue, | would have never bend in frontof the
crocodiles that wanted to get and seli my company. But this time !hadto. To
survive. God help us!

Edward seemed trustworthy, but so did Judas, and look were that got Jesus.
Anyway, ! have to get my act together, or else | wil loose my lte's work.

6 PM. My stomach hurs, | didntt eat anyihing today, and the door opens, Edward
walks în with two bags that smeli fantastici A paintul witch of hunger makes me
bend over my desk and reach for one of the bags. -Hold on, Hungeri Let me have
a seat first!

- You read thoughts? Cuz was dying for a sandwich!

-Occasionaliy, And his face turned serious,

- Did ! say something wrong?

-No, its just that ! was expecting some questions from you. Im sure you have
noliced some irregularities at me, and | was prepared to answer whatever
questions you may have.

1 made a serious face, though | had a mouthful of food, and thought of the
“iregularițies". Cold skin, unusualiy colouring of the eyes. Likes long walks. Mile
long walks. So what?! Everyone does, at least in theory. C'mon, [ve read "Twilight"
and he doesnt fit the profile. He cant be a... vampire, right? That shit dont exist.
Pardon my trench.

-What do you mean by iregular? You seem regular to me.

-Do !? And the lack of trust screamed în his voice. Ok, then, you wontt mind me
coming next to you.
in the split second he said that, he was standing next to me, from across the room.
WTF?

-How did you do that?! | almost choke with my food.

-Its simple, ! did it just like you do it, only way more faster. Did ! startie you?

1 was shivering like a leaf.. wth?! ție was a... thing?! A *creature of the night"?!
Some bad iuck ! must have... of all the business men | ever met, | chose a non
human one to be my partner. Crap!

-I guess you dont sparkle în the sun.

1 heard his laughter, strong, masculine. And shivered again. ! liked him. A lot.
-Untortunateiy, Stephenie gotit wrong with the spariding. love the sun. And dont
nink that "Vampire. diaries” is closer îhan "Twilight". ! dont have a jewel to protect
me from suntighi.

-Good to know. | felt my throat soar, | needed a drink, and fast. ! didnt get to finish
ninting it, that Edward was handing me a glass of whiskey, with lots of ice în î
-Thank you. So you do read thoughts.

-No, 1 just feej what you feel. Fate, fear, thirst, hunger, joy, sadness and others.
And also sexual feelings. Last night ! wanted to kiss you so much, and stil do,
because you looked so sexy, in îhat white dress. And now ! think you owe me a
kiss, for ali the good deeds ve done.

1 couldnt believe my ears! And my eyes! He was revealing his nature în front of
me, with no fear of rejection. That was sexy as fuck!

He must have feit my mood, cuz in 2 seconds his lips were on mine, his hands
were around me, caressing my hair and my back. He tasted delicious. And | swear
! could hear a moan from his îhroat, of pleasure and... satisfaction. That took my
mood from romantic to horny, and soon | could control my hands, my entire body
wanted him, wanted to feei his hands, his ps... le parted our mouths for a few
moments, to iook into my eyes. His eyes were brighter now, without a shade of
dark. Almost pure blue. -Are you Sure you wants îhis?

-l hope youte not going to turn me, or to destroy my furniture.

He smiled... and hissed me again, harder, wilh more passion. His fingertips were
drawing angei wings on my back, and each touch would set my skin on fire. Jesus
Christi He was the best over ! ever had! Both speed and patience, passion and
innocence... Crazy! | wanted him... Ali ot him. No matter the consequences,

Am | insane? Am ! doing something wrong here? Maybe it that “forbidden fruit"
îning, oniy now is kinda weird. Not logical. He was elegant, aiways around,
helpful... -Are you real? | asked, laying on his chest, counting the seconds between
his breaths. -Are you alive?

With a serious Îoof, he said: Yes, | am alive, but my heart stopped beating a long
time 200.