such a thing? How could she have been so inappropriate and…bold? “Sorry…” she murmured, trying hard to cover up this horrible faux pas. “It’s just that I don’t know anyone here…and what with worrying about Holly and so forth, it gets lonely.”
Curtis stood up. “I know all about loneliness,” he said.
Phaedra had a sensation of lightness, a feeling of unreality, of floating. When he left she leaned against the wall and sobbed. Then as if a power outside of herself had taken over and robbed her of freewill, she wrenched the door open and ran after him. She caught up with him at the elevator. “…I…” she stammered, and threw her arms around him. She found his mouth through the tears and kissed him until she was breathless.
Curtis picked her up and carried her back down the hallway. When they reached the apartment, he kicked the door shut behind them, and pushed her against the wall.
He wasted no time in taking her, hard and fast and without finesse.
His breathing was labored and his cock rock hard. Phaedra gasped and met his thrusts with an eagerness stripped of all pretension. In their quest to mate, they had shed their identities and reverted back to the primitive.
It was all over in a matter of minutes.
* * * *
“Still no sign of Holly?” Ailsa called at first light. She was at the clinic. A dog barked in the background.
“Not a thing.” Phaedra sat up in bed and adjusted the pillows. “I’ve talked to all the neighbors, including the apartment manager, and no-one either saw or heard anything. It’s just as if she vanished into thin air.”
“Have you spoken to all her friends?”
“She didn’t really have any. Holly has always been something of a loner. She’s a deeply spiritual person, very much into the goddess culture and alternative healing. The social circuit never interested her.”
“Any boyfriends?”
“She had a few off and on, but nothing serious.”
While she chatted with Ailsa, Phaedra watched the Sea Bus leave the North Shore and chug across the harbor to Vancouver. She would miss this panoramic view from every window when she returned home.
“Look I’m sorry about leaving you in the lurch like this. I know it can’t be easy coping at the clinic shorthanded.”
“Don’t give it another thought. I wouldn’t expect you to do anything else under the circumstances. If it were my sister who was missing, I’d do exactly the same thing.”
“I really appreciate your understanding. So how are things going anyway? How is the new receptionist working out?”
Ailsa chuckled and took a sip of her coffee. “She isn’t. I had to let her go.”
“Oh that’s too bad. How many has that been? Since Morag left, I mean?”
“Well let me see. There was the one they sent from the agency who couldn’t type. The one who was terrified to answer the phone. And…the latest one, of course, who just couldn’t get anything right.”
“Let’s hope it’s fourth time lucky,” laughed Phaedra.
“Oh by the way, I saw Baxter yesterday.” Ailsa’s tone was casual–a little too casual. “He called me out to his place to look at a foal.”
Did she just imagine it, pondered Phaedra, as she got out of bed and plugged in the kettle. Or had there been a certain coyness in Ailsa’s voice as she mentioned seeing Baxter?
Either way, flashbacks of her sizzling encounter with Curtis had kept intruding throughout their conversation. She recalled how he had pulled down
Curtis stood up. “I know all about loneliness,” he said.
Phaedra had a sensation of lightness, a feeling of unreality, of floating. When he left she leaned against the wall and sobbed. Then as if a power outside of herself had taken over and robbed her of freewill, she wrenched the door open and ran after him. She caught up with him at the elevator. “…I…” she stammered, and threw her arms around him. She found his mouth through the tears and kissed him until she was breathless.
Curtis picked her up and carried her back down the hallway. When they reached the apartment, he kicked the door shut behind them, and pushed her against the wall.
He wasted no time in taking her, hard and fast and without finesse.
His breathing was labored and his cock rock hard. Phaedra gasped and met his thrusts with an eagerness stripped of all pretension. In their quest to mate, they had shed their identities and reverted back to the primitive.
It was all over in a matter of minutes.
* * * *
“Still no sign of Holly?” Ailsa called at first light. She was at the clinic. A dog barked in the background.
“Not a thing.” Phaedra sat up in bed and adjusted the pillows. “I’ve talked to all the neighbors, including the apartment manager, and no-one either saw or heard anything. It’s just as if she vanished into thin air.”
“Have you spoken to all her friends?”
“She didn’t really have any. Holly has always been something of a loner. She’s a deeply spiritual person, very much into the goddess culture and alternative healing. The social circuit never interested her.”
“Any boyfriends?”
“She had a few off and on, but nothing serious.”
While she chatted with Ailsa, Phaedra watched the Sea Bus leave the North Shore and chug across the harbor to Vancouver. She would miss this panoramic view from every window when she returned home.
“Look I’m sorry about leaving you in the lurch like this. I know it can’t be easy coping at the clinic shorthanded.”
“Don’t give it another thought. I wouldn’t expect you to do anything else under the circumstances. If it were my sister who was missing, I’d do exactly the same thing.”
“I really appreciate your understanding. So how are things going anyway? How is the new receptionist working out?”
Ailsa chuckled and took a sip of her coffee. “She isn’t. I had to let her go.”
“Oh that’s too bad. How many has that been? Since Morag left, I mean?”
“Well let me see. There was the one they sent from the agency who couldn’t type. The one who was terrified to answer the phone. And…the latest one, of course, who just couldn’t get anything right.”
“Let’s hope it’s fourth time lucky,” laughed Phaedra.
“Oh by the way, I saw Baxter yesterday.” Ailsa’s tone was casual–a little too casual. “He called me out to his place to look at a foal.”
Did she just imagine it, pondered Phaedra, as she got out of bed and plugged in the kettle. Or had there been a certain coyness in Ailsa’s voice as she mentioned seeing Baxter?
Either way, flashbacks of her sizzling encounter with Curtis had kept intruding throughout their conversation. She recalled how he had pulled down
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