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at him.
His eyes drifted to the chair beside the fire, where he saw a woman
dressed in a black lace housecoat staring at him.
     
    “Who are you?” he asked and sat up with a
start. “How did you get in my house?”
     
    “I am Nadia. I know this house; I know you.
We have met before, in a quaint world filled with chances. I am
sure you won’t remember me, but that is no matter, so don’t strain
that pretty little brain of yours. I care not for your knowing me.
It is better that way, so you won’t be able to acquaint yourself
with what is about to happen,” she said and stood, tossing her dark
hair over her shoulder. She looked at him with a smile and he saw
mischief alight in her eyes. “I know how to please you, if you can
give me a chance. I know you want to be pleased, after being
without someone for so long. I know you want love.”
     
    In a swift movement, the housecoat fell to
the floor and she stood there, naked, smiling at him. The firelight
covering her revealed that she was tanned and well proportioned
with small feet, powerful legs, slender waist, large breasts, and a
long neck. She was the most beautiful brunette Emmanuel had ever
seen, but he found his mouth gaping and a blush rising to his
cheeks.
     
    How could a stranger come here and undress
herself in front of him? Had she not decency?! Why was he suddenly
contemplating something else, some hidden desire? He wanted to slap
himself for thinking so inappropriately, yet he knew why he was
thinking in such a way. He had been alone for months, trying to let
work fill the place Esme had left empty. It could not and now, with
a yearning in his manhood, he realized it never would.
     
    “I think you should leave,” he said and
gulped. “It would be best if you take your housecoat with you.”
     
    Nadia threw back her head, laughing at him,
and then looked at him again. “Do you really think that?” She
walked towards him on tiptoe, her movement like wind through trees:
silent and calming to watch. She placed herself at his feet,
between his legs. “I am your servant. All that you need to do is
ask…”
     
    Emmanuel looked at her and found his body
fighting his brain and heart. He yearned for her, wanting her hands
to stroke his head, her body to meet his in utmost ecstasy. Staring
at her mouth, he came close to salivating, and then found his eyes
roving across her flesh. She was beautiful. He wondered if she were
more so than Esme, but then found his eyes on hers and realized
such was not the case. She was darkness, absolute evil. He saw in
her the greatest of all sins, least of all wanton desire.
     
    She moved her hand across the cushion near
his crotch, and he stared at it as if it were a snake. She rose up,
still on her knees, and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. He
caught her hands in his.
     
    “Please…leave my house…” he managed at last,
gulping as he looked at her breasts. He hadn’t touched Esme in so
long that he wondered if Nadia’s nipples felt as rough, if her
breasts were soft and succulent all at once. “Please…”
     
    Nadia’s response was to put one knee between
his crotch and the other over his leg and hoisting herself upon the
couch. She finished working on the buttons and looked into his
eyes, then at his well-toned stomach.
     
    “Are you sure you want me to leave?” she
asked plaintively, running her hands across his chest. She pressed
her mouth to his and he found himself yearning for her even more.
At the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but imagine that Nadia
was Esme, that her mouth, body, and presence were that of his
departed wife. His increased heartbeat was brought on by her being
near, but then he found something missing: she wasn’t wearing the
jasmine perfume.
     
    “Leave!” he exclaimed and slung her to the
floor. He stood and looked down at her, seeing the surprised
expression on her face. Instead of continuing to scream at her, he
offered his hand. “I’m sorry. May I help you