Crazy Seduction(erotica)

Henry took a deep breath. He didn’t want to have a child when he was this torn up about the child he already had, but he couldn’t let Yuko slip into madness if he could prevent it. “I don’t even know if it will work. Tish and Mahati are putting a lot of faith in the precise nature of my glamor. They believe the desires of my partner will be sufficient to eliminate the magic contained within… my stuff.”

“They did say they had a way to confirm it,” Marisa suggested.

“Yes, a trial run. I’m… probably going to go speak with Yuko soon to see when she’d like to try.”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Marisa did her best to hide the smirk, but he caught the rapid expression change. “What?”

She took a moment to compose herself. “You might wish to phrase that a little more delicately. Add a little romance.” Her grin finally broke through her control, and he rolled his eyes.

“Okay. I get it. But in my defense, I don’t know how I even feel about Yuko. As you’re well aware, she’s tried to kill me on a couple of occasions,” he grumbled.

“Yet you still want to help her. That says a lot about your character,” she said smugly.

“What? That I’m incurably stupid?” he returned.

She chuckled as she stood. “No. It says you’re a good person. One final word of advice, then I have to get back to work. Speak to Tish. Let her know your concerns about being a parent. She deserves the truth, and I know she’ll feel the same way I do about it.”

Henry watched Marisa and stood to face her. She was serious, and he knew she was right about telling Tish. He wasn’t so sure about her reaction, but that didn’t matter. He owed her the truth. He nodded.

Marisa flashed a beautiful smile at him, her eyes twinkling happily. “That’s my Henry.”

He squirmed under her admiring gaze. “Yeah, yeah. Didn’t you have some backup schedules to check or something?”

Marisa pressed her palms together, which squeezed her tits up and forward as she bowed slightly towards him. “Yes, Master. Your wish is my command.”

Henry swallowed as his eyes were drawn to her cleavage. She giggled as she left his office. She knew she’d won that point.

He shook his head and picked up his bag. He had to get some work done today.

As soon as his erection settled down.

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“Eleanor, don’t look now, but a seriously hunky man is approaching our table, and he seems to only have eyes for you!” Dr. Lane said quietly to the surgeon she was sharing a table with in the hospital’s cafeteria.

The woman in question raised her eyebrows and turned to see Raymond almost at her table. “Oh! What are you doing here?”

“Good afternoon to you too, darling! Hi, Janice! At least you think I’m hunky,” Raymond teased.

The doctor’s face flushed red. “You heard me? Across the room?” she gasped in embarrassment. She was sure he’d been too far away to catch her flirty words.

He touched his lips, drawing her eyes to them. “I read your lips. It’s a handy skill to have in a courtroom.”

Janice gave the gorgeous man a trembling smile and lifted her lunch tray. “I was just heading back up to the ward. I’ll speak to you later, Eleanor. Bye, Raymond.”

Once she was gone, Eleanor scolded her husband gently. “The poor woman is going to be fantasizing all afternoon!” the wife said as he took the recently vacated seat and smiled at her.

“A little fantasy hurts no one. You look delicious,” he purred in a deep rumble.

She gave him the look and shook her head. “No, we’re not doing that again in the hospital. I finally got the executive committee to begin listening to my suggestions. I don’t need to lose any credibility.”

Raymond sighed theatrically. “Fine.” He glanced around and saw they had privacy. He looked back to his wife, and she leaned a little closer, a casual and intimate gesture but designed to let him speak softly yet be heard. “I’ve taken some initial steps as I’ve been thinking some more on that encounter we had the other night. I contacted an old colleague of mine. Called in a favor,” he explained, keeping a smile on his lips.

They’d listened to the recording and found themselves standing in the bathtub behind the plastic shower curtain, hugging and leaning against the wall. That had shaken them considerably. Whoever was on the recording didn’t want to be remembered.

They finally determined how to test it. Eleanor waited in the hallway outside their condo as Raymond began the recording. Two minutes into its playback, Eleanor entered wearing earplugs and shut it off. Raymond was frozen in place but was able to answer questions about what he’d heard so far. Eleanor wasn’t frozen as it seemed she missed the part which caused this. They began the playback from that point, and she frantically made notes on what they heard. When they found themselves standing in the bathtub again, they went back out to the living room and read the messages.

This is what they knew. The person who caught them in her spell was a woman and potentially young from the sound of her voice. She was frightened and frustrated, not a good combination for someone who obviously had a strong ability. She claimed she was being hunted by the Hidden Races Council, and strangest of all, she had no awareness of who they were or what function they served. She also didn’t know why they wanted her dead nor what she was.

On Monday, Raymond returned to the location they’d met her and scouted the buildings she might have come from further up the street. He caught sight of a flyer taped inside the window of an art gallery. It announced an exhibition the previous Saturday evening for an artist’s work that would go on auction after the show. This was the night they’d met the powerful young woman. He went inside to ask about her auction and learned that the artist, Lorelei Reichenbach, had attended. One of the gallery curators had a sour look on her face. When prompted, she reported the auction had been very lucrative, but instead of being thrilled, the artist had been moody and wouldn’t leave afterward. She’d kept the gallery open well past closing.

Raymond suspected he’d found the name of the woman who trapped him and Eleanor. Her age, mood, and timing all lined up. He left a card and asked if he could be added to the newsletter for upcoming shows.

The next step had been very tricky. He needed to determine what hunter contracts the Hidden Races Council were acting on without disclosing his interest. He had a contact within the Hidden Races administration who might have access to the information. He’d assured the man that his intent was not to forewarn a potential target. It was merely to determine if a potential client was, in fact, being pursued and wasn’t just suffering from a persecution psychosis. That was close enough to the truth for Raymond.

It took a day, but his man had come through. Unfortunately, the information he had was minimal. Most of the hit squads in the US were focused on finding the NYC serial killer. Overseas there were only two open cases, one in Georgia and one from Germany. His source noted that the German case agent had been refocused on something in NYC with absolutely no other information available. That was atypical. He disclosed that this redirected agent was also their top producer, so whatever she was doing was of significant importance. As there was so little useful information, the man took a chance and included a picture of the agent, so he could claim he’d fulfilled the favor. She was a looker!

Raymond knew he probably wouldn’t be getting any more information from this contact.

As he sat with Eleanor, he filled her in on the information he had.

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I want to help, but she might not want our help. If we frighten her, she might make us go away permanently.” He took Eleanor’s hand in his and sighed. “Let’s talk about it on the way home tonight. We’ll catch dinner and decide if it’s worth the risk. Speaking of risk, we should be safe enough if the serial killer follows the current pattern. There shouldn’t be another attack for a month.”

“Where do you feel like going for dinner?” she asked.

“How about Hells Kitchen?” he asked with a sly smile.

Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Again?”

He grinned. “What, again. It’s been over a year since we-”

“I’m teasing! Fine, we’ll go to Hell’s Kitchen.” She smiled and leaned forward as he moved the rest of the distance to give her a kiss. He stroked her bottom lip with his tongue, sending a tingle through her body.

She flared her eyes at him as she enjoyed the sensation. “You’re so bad! I have to get back to work! I’ll see you at eight.”

They stood and headed in opposite directions as they waved to each other. He had a satisfied smile on his face as she grinned back at him, wiggling her hips saucily.

He left the hospital to return to his office, unable to lose the smile on his lips.

****

Lorelei stepped out of the taxi before the doors of VRL feeling just a little rung out. The two investment houses she’d already visited had left her with a sinking sensation. The older firm was cold and inflexible. The newer house was aggressive and indicated they could design any investment package she could think up, but again, she felt like a number to them. She was pinning her hopes on this last one. Her first impression when doing the research told her it was the best of the three, so she stood on the sidewalk and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.