Masked Encounters (Intoxicating Passion #1) Read Free Page A

contentedly
waiting for Cale . Two girls walked by, one blonde and
petite, the other a gorgeous brunette with the most amazing body I’d ever seen.
She wasn’t too skinny, not too big. Curvaceous and stunning. Her hair fell to mid-back, her eyes as rich as the near black strands. She was
the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. I couldn’t stop myself from staring.
    She glanced at me, furrowing her brows,
before moving to the other side of her friend. Odd, I thought. Women don’t react that way to me . I stepped forward, eager to speak to her, but Cale’s timing stunk. I turned, responding to his calling my
name; he was standing impatiently, holding two large bags. I held up a finger,
signaling him to wait, but when I looked back around, she was gone.

Chapter Three- Korah
          The
stores were clustered with people and some of them smelled. The
stores, not the people.   Leela was in super-happy-hyper-mode, while I was ready to
go back to the apartment and take a nap. She tried on outfit after outfit at
store after store. We were at our sixth stop of the day and it was barely noon.
          “You
haven’t tried on anything,” she scolded, giving me her signature “I’m-disappointed-in-you”
eyebrow raise, before disappearing in the dressing room with arm load of
clothing.
          “I
haven’t noticed anything I like,” I called sweetly. It wasn’t a lie, nothing looked
good to me. I didn’t want to be a cliché witch or princess for Halloween, and
most adult costumes were slutty. It seemed impossible to find what I
envisioned: a classy costume, with a mask.
          Leela stepped out of the dressing room, her long legs showing
all the way up to her butt cheeks. The outfit, a little red riding hood get up,
was just that…little. Her boobs poured out the top while the bottom left little
to the imagination. Exactly what I meant by slutty. She looked gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but slutty, nonetheless.
          “What
do you think?” she asked excitedly, spinning in front of the mirrors to check herself out.
          “Honest?”
I questioned, giving my bottom lip a gentle bite. She was my best friend; I
didn’t want to make her feel bad.
          She
gazed at me, nodding emphatically.
          “You
look like a little red riding whore,” I admitted, letting my eyes travel her
body. “Those guys won’t have to wonder about anything .”
          She
laughed loudly, jumping up and down. “Exactly what I was
going for!”
          Rolling
my eyes, I left Leela preening in the mirror while I
perused the racks. Everything showed too much skin, or in the case of the nun costume,
not enough. I wasn’t a prude by any means, but I didn’t feel comfortable
running around with a bunch of masked people nearly naked. It just wasn’t me.
          I
wandered the store aimlessly. In my minutes of solitude, I decided I wouldn’t
go. She would be mad, and probably cry, but I couldn’t find a costume. That was
a good excuse, right? I argued internally for a bit, finally taking a deep
breath for courage, I turned on my heel heading back to the cash registers.
That’s when a piece of heaven caught my eye.
          A
long, silk white dress with large feathered wings was hanging on the mannequin.
It looked like it would be snug, but it would cover most of my body. The
neckline was low, but not embarrassingly so, and there were small beads lining
it. A mask, also white with a feather jutting off each side hung from the mannequin’s
hand.
          How
could I say no to this costume? A sales associate obviously saw me gaping,
because he walked up, smiling. “Want me to get it down so you can try it on? I
think you would look lovely as an angel,” he purred, eyeing me closely for a
reaction.
          Too
in awe for words, I nodded. He got the ladder, brought the costume down, and
directed me to the dressing area. Leela was MIA, but
I didn’t care. I needed this dress