Sexy As Hell (4 page)

Seth carried the bag down the flight of stairs with great care, as though his very expensive clubs were inside. He passed a neighbor in the lobby as he went out, and the man smiled at the sight of the bag.

"
A beautiful day for golf,
"
he mentioned.

"
I only wish I’d gotten an earlier start.
"
Seth returned his smile and slipped past him to the street. His van was parked along the curb halfway up the block. It was the style favored by contractors and only had front and rear windows. Affectionately referred to has his Kidnapping Van, it allowed no one to see what was going on inside.

He opened the back doors and gently loaded the bag inside. For good measure, he unzipped it further
to
fully expose her face to the air, then slammed the doors shut and climbed into the driver’s seat.

For an exorbitant fee, Seth rented a former military bunker in New Jersey to do his work. Across the river on the outskirts of an industrial complex was a warehouse that sat on a large parcel of property. It was currently owned by some Italian gentleman with questionable business practices, but it was gated and monitored with surveillance equipment. Exactly what he needed, although he didn’t want to know why
they
had ever needed it.

He had absolutely no reason to need a warehouse of course, but the usefulness of the facility was buried deep underground. Seth pulled up to the gate and entered the seven digit key code. A loud beep preceded the shudder of metal as the gate started sliding open. He drove through the opening and remained until the gate had closed fully behind him.

Satisfied, he drove across the parking lot and around to the back of the warehouse. A garage door opener on his visor triggered the opening of a large industrial roll-up door. He pulled inside and shut it behind him.

Once the engine was killed, he slid out of the van and went around
to retrieve
Camille. He unzipped the golf bag and slid her body out. She was still out cold, her face relaxed and peaceful,
the
way he remembered it to be before she’d been possessed.

With her eyes closed, he could pretend they were still the beautiful shade of blue instead of the tainted pink. She looked like she was asleep in his arms. He’d fantasized about waking up to find her just like this in his bed.
Of counting the freckles on her nose by the light of dawn.

Man, he was hard up. Either that or he just wanted her because he’d decided she was a woman he couldn’t have. He hadn’t made a point of denying himself over the years. When Michael wasn’t working him day and night, he’d had time to indulge over the centuries. But he hadn’t wanted to taint Camille with the dark cloud the followed him.

Too late, he supposed.

Maybe when all this was over —— and he was just a man —— he could consider it. But that was a big maybe. He had to get through the next twenty hours first. Then Michael had to follow through on his promise to nullify the contract. He’d believe it when it happened.

He slipped his fingertips along the soft curve of her throat and checked her pulse again. Satisfied with the strong, steady beat, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. There was no longer a need for a golf bag when there were no witnesses to fool.

The warehouse was empty and dark except for a few emergency lights that burned constantly. At one time, the large building had been used to house some secret aircraft operations for the Air Force. Now it was just a hat sitting on top of its real purpose. In a corner behind a stack of shipping crates was an elevator. There was a keypad beside it, obscured by an
"
out of order
"
plaque. Sometimes Seth wondered why he bothered. No one ever came to this place but him. Even his landlords didn’t have the current code. He paid extra for that luxury. It wasn’t like he could explain what he was doing there. 

He slid over the plaque and entered another seven digit key code. The elevator, which appeared rusted and malfunctioning from the outside, suddenly sprang to life. The doors flew open to reveal a thoroughly modern and clean inside crafted with stainless steel and glass. Seth stepped in, careful not to whack Camille’s head as he turned around in the small space. He slid a specially programmed ID card into the slot and activated the inner controls. There was only one destination. The elevator moved on its own, descending the three hundred foot elevator shaft to his underground workroom.

Even if one of his ‘detainees’ were to overpower him, they couldn’t escape. Not without his card and the code. It was his job to contain the evil in any way possible. Today, that would mean making it to dawn without having sex with Camille. He wasn’t sure if he’d been assigned a harder task before.

The doors slammed closed and the elevator lurched down into the depths of the facility.

Let the games begin.

3:57 P.M.

Isra’s
head ached like someone had hit her with a hunk of brimstone. She was groggy and far too warm for her own liking. She winced and felt the rough texture of concrete scrape against her cheek. Her eyes
pried
themselves open to survey the situation she’d managed to get herself into. The first things she saw were metal bars.

Not good.

Last thing she remembered, she was in Camille’s bed and Seth had just arrived. Now she was in a damn cage or cell of some kind. How the hell did this happen?

"
Morning, Sunshine.
"

Isra
cringed at the sound of Seth’s voice. A growl formed deep in her throat as she pushed herself up onto one arm and searched for her captor. He was sitting in a leather recliner watching television on the opposite side of the room.

Where was she? There were no windows —— just solid stone walls. Surely this wasn’t his apartment. Who kept jail cells in their own homes? Michael’s warriors were too discrete for that.

Damn, damn, damn.

This was not the way things were supposed to go. The real Camille chuckled deep inside of her, mocking her situation. The grumble of displeasure in her throat grew louder, drowning out the contemptuous laughter of her host.

"
If you keep growling like a rabid dog, I’ll shoot you with my tranquilizer gun.
"

Isra
immediately silenced the sound and rubbed her upper arm self-consciously. She was still sore where he’d stuck her earlier with the needle. She should’ve seen that coming. He was no amateur. Seth had disrupted her entire seduction, and now she’d need to start over under less than ideal circumstances.

She took a deep breath to center her mind and begin the game once again.
"
Where you have you taken me?
"
She spoke now in Camille’s soft, confused voice.

Seth rose from his chair and made his way over to her. He grabbed a folding chair from nearby and placed it a few feet from her cage. He flopped down into it, surveying her for a moment before crossing his arms over his chest with satisfaction.
"
Someplace where no one can hear your screams for the next...
"
he glanced over his shoulder at a red countdown clock on the wall,
"
thirteen hours or so.
"

A lump formed in
Isra’s
throat as the clock counted the seconds away. This was bad.
Very bad.
She was locked in a cell, and her only way out was to seduce the man who held the key. So far, she hadn’t been doing that well. She had to turn up the heat or her reception back to Hell would be less than grand.

She needed to switch tactics. She dropped Camille’s voice for her own throaty one.
"
Are you going to make me scream?
"
she asked suggestively. She rose onto her hands and knees and crawled across the stone floor to the bars like a slinky feline.

"
Perhaps.
"
Seth leaned toward her.

"
Mmmmm
...
"
she purred.
"
I want to make you scream, too.
"
Isra
pulled herself up and pressed her breasts against the cell wall. The satin blouse she’d chosen from Camille’s closet was slinky enough for the full mounds to slide easily in between the iron bars. Her hips
s
urged forward, her pelvis straining against the confines of her cage.

"
I’m sure you do,
"
he said.

She watched Seth’s reaction as she moved her body. His green-gold eyes took in everything. His square jaw flexed as he swallowed hard and balled his hands into fists. No man could resist her otherworldly charms. She brought her fingers to her lips, kissing them, then blowing the kiss towards him. With the air was mingled a seductive pheromone only a succubus could concoct.

Isra
waited a moment for the chemicals to swirl around him. Once he breathed her in, she would be hard to deny.
"
Will you let me?
"
She smiled coyly and licked her lips.
"
Unlock this cage and I’ll do things to you that you’ve only ever dreamed of. Things that would make the old
Camille blush in embarrassment.
"

"
Yeah?
"

"
Oh yeah.
"
She let her hand slide up to unbutton the top of her blouse, exposing the tops of her breasts as they nearly spilled out of her demi bra.
"
I know you’ve always wanted her. You’ve seen her slink around your building, swaying her hips
, wearing those tight sweaters.
"
Isra
let her hands wander over Camille’s curves the way she knew Seth wanted to.
"
She dangles the goods in front of you, but she never delivers. Through me, you can have your precious Camille.
"

Seth took a deep breath and sat back into his chair.
Isra
expected he’d grown uncomfortable in his tight jeans. She could hear the quickening of his pulse; see the faint sheen of sweat on his brow as he tried to fight her powers.
Isra
was winning.
"
And even better,
"
she continued, rising to her feet and clutching the bars,
"
you can have her the way you really want her.
"

Seth arched a curious eyebrow up at her.
"
How’s that, exactly?
"
His voice had grown deep and raspy with unmasked arousal.

"
We both know Camille is a modern, high maintenance girl. She’ll want romance and flowers and all the strings that go with it.
"
Isra
slowly tugged the hem of her skirt up, revealing Camille’s creamy, smooth thighs inch by inch.
"
You’re a man from another time. I can give her to you the way you secretly fantasize about it. Raw, carnal, dirty sex right here on the floor.
"

Isra
slowly crouched down, hiking the skirt up and spreading her thighs wide for him. There were no panties to restrict the salacious view. She ran her hands over her inner thighs, noting how his eyes followed them.
"
You can take me fro
m behind. You can pull my hair.
"

Isra
paused to gauge Seth’s interest. His erection was unmistakable now, his breath ragged. She’d found just the right buttons to push.
"
You can call me a dirty little whore and spank me. You can ride me all night if you want to.
"
She let her fingers roam even further down, teasing her moist folds.
"
Any ...way...you...want it.
"
She let the last few words fall slowly from her lips.

Seth leaned back towards her, his green-gold eyes blazing with pure lust as they
moved from her hands to her face.
"
Any way I want it?
"

Isra
felt a surge go through her. She’d done it. She’d have his soul in no time.
"
Yeah, Baby,
"
she purred, bringing one long finger up and licking it ever so slowly.
"
Any way you want it,
"
she promised.

"
How about...without you killing me when we’re done?
"
Seth stood up suddenly and walked out of her line of vision.

4:35 P.M.

Seth threw a pizza into the oven and slammed the door shut, taking his irritation out on the innocent appliance. She was getting to him. He couldn’t let that happen. He grabbed an energy drink from the refrigerator and took a large sip. He needed to stay awake and focused. And not focused on Camille’s breasts, at that.