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She Loves Him, She Loves Him....NOT!

Novel By: Angelica Jai

Kira Mayer is an ordinary woman but when a Halloween party and a few Martinis bring out her wild side, things will never be the same again View table of contents...


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Submitted:Oct 26, 2015    Reads: 4,228    Comments: 8    Likes: 2   

"Why did I agree to do this again?" I grumbled into my martini glass.

"Because Kira, you're my best friend and you love me." my so called best friend and roommate Kahlina Buford said in her normal over bubbly voice, as she surveyed the room.

Here we sat, in full costume for Kahlina's company's annual Halloween party. Kahlina dressed as the sexiest nun I had ever seen and me in my too skimpy toga which was supposed to be some sexed out version of Aphrodite.

I, Kira Mayer, am anything but this whacked out, overly sensual creature that Kahlina had made me into. Personally I much prefer the safety and comfort of jeans and a t shirt, but Lina had insisted I wear this getup. Why I had agreed was beyond comprehension.

"It's open bar, there's more than a handful of gorgeous lawyers in this room and you're complaining." she also pointed out, knowing I couldn't dispute it.

The party was in full swing, every person drunker than a skunk. More than once I had to wiggle away from roaming hands and pinching fingers. At this rate my ass felt like an overused pin cushion.

"Have another drink K."

This was Lina's pathetic way of asking me not to ruin her fun by leaving.

So I did what any red blooded, American best friend would do; I ordered another martini.

This situation was nothing new to me with Kahlina. As sure as we had known each other since kindergarten, I had always been the sidekick. Always, against better judgment mind you, willing to go along with her crazy schemes and scooby-doo like shenanigans. And almost always regretting every second.

Kahlina was stunning in her costume. Her short blonde hair was pulled back under her fake habit, her bought and paid for breasts on proud display with more cleavage than should be legal in all fifty states and her toned and tanned legs strutting around in heels that may just have been bigger than she. At only five feet tall, she was a life sized barbie doll, plastic and all. I think this nun could convince a priest to seriously re think celibacy.

"Oh my God K! Check out Dracula. He's yummy!" she squealed in delight.

Yeah, I looked but I didn't think he was anything special. At least not in my books.

"I'm going to talk to him and see who it is."

With that, she handed me her empty glass and bounced away. Maybe I could sneak out and she would never notice.

Putting her glass on the bar, I drained my own and ordered another. I found that her company events were more boring than a lecture on cross stitching, and more often than not drank my way through them just to get by.

"What a gorgeous costume." a voice said from beside me.

I turned to see some geek dressed like Captain Morgan standing beside me, obviously trying very hard to keep the drool in his mouth.

"Persephone?" he asked, thinking he was a know it all.

"Aphrodite." I relied dryly. "Persephone was the Goddess of the underworld."

He looked like he had no idea what I was saying. Chances are, it wasn't an act.

"Aphrodite was the Goddess of love, beauty and sexuality. You can see there is an obvious difference."

Still, he stared at me with a slack jawed look of surprise.

And I thought lawyers were supposed to be smart. HA!

"Well." he said clearing his throat. "Aphrodite, I am Captain Jack Sparrow."

As if!

"You look more like Blackbeard the Butt Bandit. Move along, Spanky."

I was in no mood to deal with this idiot.

The group was getting rowdy, no doubt about it. The volume increased greatly and the liquor flowed like water. I found myself being jostled around in the crowd and I swore that if Kahlina wasn't done in ten minutes I was leaving without her.

I had been drinking quite a bit and suddenly I found myself feeling hot and nauseous. I needed to get away. I set my empty glass on the bar and headed off to the corridor, leading to the offices of the firm partners. It was much quieter and cooler in this part of the offices and it was seriously helping me calm myself.

I wandered around the deserted space, feeling a bit like that poor sucker in a horror movie who wanders off alone and gets stabbed by the evil undead guy. Not cool, I was seriously creeping myself out. I thought it would be best to just find Lina and go home when I heard a sound coming from my right.

Mind you, It was probably a very innocent sound, but in the quiet, it was ominous and scary. My heart raced and I tried to hold my breath, fearing that someone would hear it, but I could still hear the loud roar of my blood flowing in my ears. Damn, so much for keeping your cool, you moron.

I looked around, positive some guy with a chainsaw was going to pop out of the darkness and hack me to bits while everyone else was completely oblivious, but nothing happened. Then I heard it again.

I realized it was nothing more than the slam of a file cabinet and rolled my eyes at my own overactive imagination.

"Of course there are filing cabinets here you dork. It IS an office after all." I chastised myself out loud. On wobbly legs, I tiptoed toward the sound, curiosity getting the best of me. At the end of the hall I saw a light on in one of the offices and crept toward it silently, hoping to catch a couple in the act of a little inter office nookie.

Okay, so shoot me, I may not be the most wild woman in the world, but I loved a little bit of spying. It was pervy, but naughty and oh so hot.

I got to the door and when I peeked around the corner I almost fell over. Inside of this office was the most hunky version of Santa Claus I had EVER seen. Hello Christmas!

I checked out Santa privately. He was missing part of his costume, but that was alright with me.

Mr. Claus was at least six and a half feet tall, wearing a skin tight white undershirt that showed off that delicious chest and those powerful arms. The red velvet pants with white fur trim and the old man black boots were amusing. I could see he had set his red jacket on the back of his chair and his beard lay on the desk in front of him.

Mentally swatting away the silly little details, I went back to the main picture. He was absolutely, erotically sexy and made my panties wet just looking at him. His skin was smooth and just slightly tanned, his jaw proudly displaying a rugged five o clock shadow, his lips so full I could imagine all sorts of fun things he could do with them. Then I caught sight of his eyes and I swear I fell in love. They were the color of liquid amber, gold with flecks of brown.

I wiped my chin, hoping the drool didn't get too far. He glanced up and his eyes locked onto mine.


"Can I help you?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth as silk.

I quickly straightened my posture and stepped into the office, searching quick for a good lie.

"I- ah, was just searching for a friend of mine." I said, trying not to blush.

He raised his brows in amusing question as his eyes looked me over slowly, top to bottom and back.

"Aphrodite." he stated simply and it made me giddy that he had hit the nail on the head.

"Santa." was what I said back, then wanted to die of mortification as soon as the word was out. Good job Kira, come face to face with a hottie and all you can say is Santa. Jeez.

He gave a lopsided grin that made me want to melt into a puddle right there on the floor.

"Actually it's Casey, but you can call me Santa if that's what you're into."

Ah! He was mocking me, but oddly I wasn't offended.

"My name is Kira." I said, deciding that it was the only thing I could say right now that wouldn't make me look desperate or crazy. Which I was on both counts.

Everything inside of me wanted to throw this man on that oversized oak desk and climb up on top of his body. My pussy throbbed at the thought and I shifted slightly, trying to ease the ache.

Casey threw the file folder in his hand onto the desk and stared at me thoughtfully.

"Pretty name." he pondered, unmoving.

I wanted to bolt. This was at the very least embarrassing.

"Close the door." he then told me. I was surprised and a little confused, but automatically turned and closed the door behind me.

"Lock it."

A shiver ran down my spine as I could feel his eyes on me. I turned the lock and faced him again.

Gracefully he sat in the leather padded chair behind the desk and leaned back casually.

"What can I do for you Goddess of beauty?" he asked. Something changed in his gaze and I could see the fire in his eyes. There was a hint of lust in his tone and being that I am mostly a conservative woman, I really had no idea what I should be doing.

I should have channeled my inner Kahlina, she'd know what to do. Instead I bit my lip nervously and stared.

"Ah a shy one huh?"

I didn't know if that was a rhetorical question or not, so I opted not to answer.

"Seems to me that a woman so beautiful, that she could most definitely fulfill the role of a Goddess, shouldn't be so shy."

I shifted from one leg to the other, probably making it look like I had to pee. Score another screw up for Kira.

"I'll tell you what beautiful Goddess. Why don't you come over here and sit on Santa's lap."

Casey patted his knee in invitation. OH. MY. GOD. He was serious!

I could feel my skin flush at the thought of all of the other places on his body I'd love to sit on.

Unexpectedly I found myself walking toward him, trying to give my strut some serious sass and ass wiggling in the process. When I reached him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and sat on that wonderful, hard thigh.

He placed his hand at the small of my back in an intimate gesture, his mouth only inches from mine. He smelled like Brandy and peppermint, an oddly arousing combination. Nothing like I would expect Santa to smell like at all really.

"Tell me Goddess. Have you been a good girl, or a bad girl this year?"

I suppressed the urge to giggle and smiled instead.

"Both, I guess." I said in a breathy whisper. Being this close to him was more intoxicating than the liquor I had been drinking all night by far.

"Have you helped other people?"

I nodded.

"Have you done anything your momma wouldn't approve of?"

I thought about it, then nodded again.

He brought his hand up and traced the outline of my lips with his thumb, making them part on their own.

"Mmmm. Have you been very naughty Goddess?"

I caught the hint of suggestion in his words, and my heart raced again.

"Have you touched yourself, in the dark? Made yourself come?"

My breath caught in my throat before I nodded once more.

"Santa thinks you've been a very, very naughty girl. You need a little punishment."


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