Page 12 of Reluctant Gods


  “Stupidity talks, vanity acts.”

  Victor Hugo

  12

  Who was this guy? I thought he was a caretaker, but now it seems he owns the place, and he said he’s an engineer. He may not be rich, but he is educated and can’t be doing too bad. Those rings said the family had money at some point, and if it was the fourteen hundreds when those rings were made, they probably had a lot of money back then.

  I took my clothes off and threw them on the floor with the other ones I had worn already. No point in hanging them up, I’d never wear them again after wearing them once, until the laundry took care of them for me. Besides, there was ice cream on the tee shirt.

  I stepped into the shower, thinking about what to wear. I definitely wanted to knock this guy out, and get him in bed to see what he was really like. Right now, he was too nice and was a definite problem, since I might get attached to him, and that’s a no no. No attachments for this girl. Just leads to trouble.

  I dried my hair, pulled it back tight, and slicked the front with gel. Then I put the back in a ponytail and put it up in a bun with a gold bun holder and spike. I did my makeup as I usually did to go to the clubs, with plenty of eyeshadow and eyeliner. I painted my lips in a cupid’s bow and pumped a few sprays of expensive, long-lasting perfume all over my body.

  I dug through my suitcase and found a nice white chiffon dress with a short bubble hem and low cut top that I didn’t need to wear a bra with. It felt like sin when I slid it over my body and tucked myself in.

  I slipped on a pair of super sheer suntan thigh highs and a pair of white sheer panties, and put on five-inch white strappy spiked heels. I looked in the mirror and knew it would drive him wild. I was gorgeous. I opened the jewelry case and loaded up my fingers, wrists, ears, and neck with gold. I put lipstick and perfume in my purse and went out the door.

  I realized I had to take the shoes off and put on the flip-flops and when I went back into the kitchen to sit and take off my shoes, I saw the stone on the table. I touched it and it hummed gently. I put it in my purse.

 
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