to neck. As fast as the coolness touched my body, heat filled its place.
A feverish fondle on my breast preceded a frosty streak across my neck, followed by a sizzling trail along my spine and an icy tap on my inner thigh. I couldn't focus. My heart pounded in my chest. My breath caught in my throat only to be snatched away by the next gasp. A blissful wave surged through me as I slipped into relaxed darkness.
~ * * ~
My five-thirty a.m. alarm sliced through the silence in the room. I slapped at it until it was quiet. I tried to open my eyes. I really did. I rolled over and yawned. Just five more minutes.
When my eyelids flitted open, I focused on the clock, blinked then swore. Throwing back the covers, I started to jump out of bed , but some kind of force pushed me back down. I tried again. "What's going on?"
A breakfast tray of coffee, toast, bowl of strawberries and the morning edition floated into the room , settling itself beside my bed.
I rubbed my face then checked if the tray was still there. It was. "You still here?"
"Yes."
You mean last night was real? I started to get up again but couldn't move. There were no ropes or chains, or anything delightfully kinky like that, securing me to the bed. There was just nothing. And it wouldn't let me get up.
I looked at the ceiling. "I have to get to work. I'm - like - three hours late. Christ! I had a meeting at—"
Was that a finger pressing on my lips to silence me? It had better be his finger and not something else.
Stifling the urge to swear or scream, I slapped at it. "Look, I really have to pee! Let me up."
The nothingness which held me in place vanished into thin air? I slipped one foot over the edge of the bed, reaching for the floor. The bare wood was cool against the sole of my foot. I scurried across the room, stopping at the doorway. "You aren't going to follow me into the bathroom, are you?"
He chuckled. I took that to mean no.
When I returned, I jerked open my closet door. Having a notion the bustier and black thong were not proper board meeting attire, I reached for my blue power suit. I was going to have to kiss ass for being late.
A hand rested on my shoulder and directed me to turn around. "Your assistant has been informed you are sick. Something you ate at dinner last night. He will deal with your schedule. Your afternoon appointments have all called to cancel. So, it seems you're free for the day."
"I still have the Booker account to deal with and my desk is just a mess. I need to get to work." Pushing against the restraint, I failed miserably at returning to my closet. I stood next to my bed and the floating breakfast tray. Coffee does smell good .
"A dark roast blend. Beans from the sun-drenched soil of the Hawaiian Islands."
I slipped my fingers into the coffee mug handle and lifted it off the tray. The aroma tickled my nose. One sip of the java brew made my eyelids close and sent a jolt of happiness through me. "So, you say all my afternoon appointments happened to cancel?"
"Yes."
"You did that?"
"The Fates can do almost anything."
I settled onto the bed while pulling the tray next to me. Picking up a strawberry, I inhaled its sweet scent. "Do you have a name? If you're going to hang around and I want to talk to you, shouting 'Hey you!' would be rude." I sunk my teeth into the seed-covered, rosy flesh.
"I am called Thall by the humans I've guided."
Swallowing the bite of strawberry, I asked, as casually as I could, "What do you mean the humans you guided?" I popped the rest of the berry into my mouth.
"I'm here to guide you sexually."
Yes, I almost spit the strawberry across the room.
My pillows floated in the air, fluffed and settled up against the headboard. "Hold your questions. Settle back, read your paper. When you're ready, we'll begin."
The defiant, liberated woman in me surfaced. "What if I don't want to?"
A heated tickle scurried up my inner right thigh. Miniature fireworks danced across my nipples and the