Page 1 of Seducer

CHAPTER 1

Sara

Fear and excitement were two sides of the same coin.

Over the last two weeks, I’d become accustomed to experiencing white-hot electricity at all hours of the day and night.

Because he’d been watching me.

Hungering for me.

Biding his time like a shadowed monster planning on capturing his prey.

This was just a fabulous, very dark game and one I’d become intent on playing. That didn’t mean I wasn’t terrified yet scintillated at what he could and would do.

He knew where I lived. He’d been in my apartment. I’d felt his presence so many times, often in the middle of the night.

He’d touched me.

He’d tasted me.

And I’d wanted him to. I’d wanted more.

He was my greatest fantasy, the ultimate darkness that fed my soul.

He held an air of practiced indifference, wielding nonverbal threats. Maybe to him they were promises.

He was the Seducer. However, I reminded myself this was a game, an indecent foray into experiencing a level of darkness only previously experienced in virtual reality games. At least for most. I’d yet to be officially invited into the upper echelon, a world where everything deemed inappropriate, dangerous, or kinky was allowed.

Encouraged even.

A one-way ticket to wealth and clout.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous, anxious over what my handsome stalker would do. I also sensed I was being tested prior to being handed a formal invitation. How I reacted might determine my future.

But something was off tonight. As if the game had taken a macabre turn. I couldn’t put my finger on why I was certain of it.

“Don’t you just love this place?” Tina asked. She was swaying and gyrating to the music. “A perfect name. Dark Delights. Hey, maybe we should check out the rooms upstairs. I heard something about the place being haunted.”

She made a sound like she was a ghost. “Right. Ghosts in a warehouse.” I glanced at the partial loft, the area closed off to the clubbers. The millionth creepy-crawly slid down my spine. I was certain I was being watched from the darkness.

“I need to go,” I told my best friend. “I have an early morning.”

Somehow, I managed to hear Tina growling under the fairy princess mask she was wearing and the loud music. Why did all clubs need to have primal drums? She’d convinced me to come out to a club like the one I worked in several nights a week.

Only she didn’t know that.

No one did.

“Come on. Let’s just take a quick glance upstairs.”

A strange lump in my throat caught me off guard. I glanced around at the partygoers, suddenly desperate for some fresh air. “Not tonight, but we’ll do this again. I promise.”

“You okay to walk to your car?”

“Stop worrying. I have mace.”

She flicked her fairy wings at me, but I knew as soon as I walked out, she’d find some hot company to keep her entertained.

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