The piercing blue gaze lingers in my mind, drawing me back to the man I encountered just hours earlier at the bar. His eyes, vivid and unforgettable, seem to be staring back at me again. It’s impossible to ignore the striking resemblance—an unsettling connection that pulls at the threads of my memory, hinting at something deeper I can’t quite grasp.
Oh, get a grip!I haven’t stopped thinking about that man since I left the bar. I will now think about him whenever I see a pair of blue eyes. What the hell is wrong with me?
The masks they wear seem to suggest a deeper significance and a story. I flip the page of the artwork, and on the back there is an inscription in Latin that catches my eye. The words are faded, so it may take a while to figure them out, but I will. I am determined to decipher their meaning—though not tonight, I promise myself.
I flip back to those blue, amber, and hazel eyes again. My body shivers in response as their gazes pierce mine. My thoughts run wild as I envision myself in the drawing, and my pussy aches with need. I bite my lower lip and slide my hand beneath my pajama pants.
I am completely soaked.
I begin stroking my swollen clit as the three men from the book watch me. Tease me. I imagine the man from the bar touching me, saying my name in that deep, raspy voice.
“Mmmm,” I moan quietly.
I rest my head back on the couch and work myself faster, imagining he is feasting upon me. With an intensity that feels almost physical, the other two pairs of eyes are fixed on me, watching with an eager fervor as he indulges in my pleasure. I picture them touching each other as the man with blue eyes says my name against my swollen clit and makes me come.
I reach up and grab my breast as I circle my clit faster and faster. My body begins to shake violently as my thoughts carry my orgasm. My toes curl, and my body buzzes. I stifle my cries by biting my hand, so I don’t wake up Jules.
Coming down from my high, I silently laugh at how ridiculous my fantasies are.
I close the book and carefully place it under my couch, where no one will be able to stumble upon it. I feel more relaxed, so I lay down on the couch, and fall into a deep sleep.
I dream of blue, amber, and hazel...
Chapter 5
Dani
The nature of our work keeps us on our toes, as our schedules are often unpredictable. We can never be certain when the phone might ring, summoning us to our next job. While the pay is generous and certainly appealing, the irregular hours leave much to be desired. Today, even though Jules and I have the rare luxury of a day off, the possibility that we could be called at a moment’s notice to tackle a cleaning assignment still lingers. The uncertainty adds a layer of apprehension to our lives.
I hear Jules’ phone ring from my room. She mutters a few words and rushes out. I pour us both a cup of black coffee.
“Everything alright?” I ask her.
She shakes her head and mouths ‘no’ as she listens to whoever is on the other line. Her mouth is wide open, and her cheeks are flushed.
“Okay. Thanks for calling Destiny. Mmhm, yeah, no problem.” She hangs up the phone. “Holy fucking shit, you are never going to guess what the fuck happened last night!” She exclaims with a serious tone.
“Um, okay. Let me give it a go. A body was found without a head in a cemetery covered with ancient symbols written with human blood, and only you and I can break the case?” I joke.
“What? No…” Jules’ face gets serious and now I wish I didn’t joke. “Spencer is dead.”
My eyes widen, and I nearly choke on my coffee.
“His truck was found halfway down the cliff with him inside. He was driving drunk, Destiny said, and he must have lost control. Drove right off the cliff… He bit off his tongue and broke his neck. I guess his airbag never went off.”
“Jesus fuck…” I don’t even know how to respond. Spencer was a dick, but I would never wish death upon him. “See, this is why you should never drink and drive!”
“Yeah… no kidding. Well anyway, they are pulling up his truck now. Luckily no one else was with him. I wonder who will take his place now as our superior. Destiny said she put in a word for me, but I think Chase will get it. He was Spencer’s right-hand man.”
“At least Chase is a nice guy. He’s married, so we don’t have to worry about him getting creepy like Spencer did,” I respond.
“Girl,YOUdon’t have to worry… I’m a lesbian so I’m off the hook. All guys know better than to flirt with me,” she mused, her fingers absentmindedly scratching her head as she tossed her long, unruly curls aside.
“I’m going to have to bail on scary movies all day, I’m sorry!”
“What?! No!” I exclaim, my lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. With a playful flick of her finger, she nudges my lip gently and crinkles her nose in mock disappointment. “I know, I’m really sorry!” her voice laden with regret. “But Destiny needs me in the office today. She’s been cross-training me in handling permits and certifications related to biohazard waste management, and honestly, if I ever want to climb the ladder in this job, I have to learn to do more than just clean up after the dead…” Her gaze softens as she offers me a sympathetic smile, “no offense intended.”
I smile back at her, “None taken. Go on, I understand.” I take her coffee cup from her hand, and she glares at me playfully.
