Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) Read Free Page B

soreness immediately seeped out of her body as she relaxed in the scorching water. It felt good. “Damn,” she said and smiled at nothing, having decided that she’d get a tub like this once she could afford a place of her own. In whatever century that would happen, she wasn’t sure, but still.
    There were paintings even in the bathroom. She recognized Monroy in a dark painting that hung slightly ajar next to the gold-framed mirror above the hand basin. This time he was sitting in the classic pose of The Thinking Man, looking at the painter with that wry grin on his lips. Those very full and kissable lips , she added to herself, wondering if he’d worn lipstick. Now that she thought about it, he was kind of attractive, for a dead guy in that seriously outdated velvet shirt he seemed to be wearing in every painting. There was a something teasingly sinister over his look that came through in all the portraits. No matter what he wore or how he posed, he looked as if he knew the answer to a question you’d never known you wanted to ask.
    Suzy idly wondered if there had been any truth to the rumors his alleged society. Had this house really been crowded with people dancing, chanting and having orgies? If she’d been around at that time, would she have been invited? She smiled and closed her eyes as she felt a familiar warmth ignite just below her belly. No wonder the church got furious with Monroy and his crowd; they were probably mad with envy.
    When she felt so relaxed her muscles seemed to have turned to jelly, Suzy reluctantly got out of the bath, swept a large towel around her and walked over to the bed, leaving wet footprints on the heavy floorboards. The air was cooler in the bedroom, but not much. She sat down, rested against the massive pillows and took a deep breath, pulling the fragrant scents deep into her lungs. She exhaled with a sigh and leaned over to rummage among her packing for her makeup kit. She must have been more exhausted than he thought; even the idea of putting on mascara seemed like an insurmountable project, especially as it meant that she’d have to leave the bed. The sounds of insects, traffic, music and other unknown nighttime noises blendedto a sedating drone. She leaned back and took in the people in the paintings, wondering what the house had been like in their days. Her head filled with images of shadowy people beckoning her to follow, of long kisses in dark corners, of whispering and laughing from under heavy bedspreads. She thought of Monroy, walking among the scenes with a crystal glass of wine, smiling at the hedonist acts as he …
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    Suzy blinked slowly. Where did the visions go? And why did she feel all numb?
    Oh hell , she thought, realizing that she’d fallen asleep. Had she missed her only opportunity to hit the clubs? She groaned and rolled over, dreading what the time it would be, but it was too dark to see the clock’s hands. The room was cast in deep gloom, the only illumination coming from street lights and neon signs outside.
    That’s weird. Suzy was sure the lights in the ceiling had been on when she had drifted off, but the chandelier above the bed was dark. She could barely make out the outline of the furniture and the paintings looked like black, empty rectangles.
    Suzy sighed and leaned back as she tried to gather the resolve to get out of the bed. She still felt drowsy after the bath and the sleep, and the air was hot and heavy with scents. Music still floated though the window, so there was at least one place still open – unless it was a private party. If it was, Suzy considered herself invited. She would not sleep away her one night here.
    Suzy started to rise, and then stopped. She narrowed her eyes and looked around the room. Something was out of place, as if a shadow in the corner of her eye had shifted, but she couldn’t tell what it was. The door to the bathroom stood open as she’d left it, so she could see the whole room from where she was. There