Moonlight bay, p.12
Moonlight Bay, page 12
“No problem, us newbies have to stick together you know.”
The brunette girl sparked Selena’s interest. “Wait, you’re new to this school too,”
“Uh-huh, I got here the day before yesterday. I’m Lara Strovich.” She reached out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Selena Gentry.”
“Well Selena, since you’re an outcast and I’m an outcast, you want to be outcasts together?”
Selena smiled. “I think I’d like that.”
“Great.” Lara sniffed the air. “Damn girl! That asshole has gotten one thing right,” she said looking back at the boy two seats back. “You do smell good.”
Alan sat with his foot tapping the corridor floor with his briefcase resting on his lap. The principal’s assistant continued her periodic leers between her typing episodes on her computer. Alan snickered and triggered a grin from the secretary who seemed intrigued by his presence.
“So, is Miss Lugana going to be long?” he asked, trying to make small talk.
“She shouldn’t be long. She is wrapping up a phone call,” the secretary replied.
Alan had been anxious, but was feeling confident about this meeting. The favorable looks from the assistant were surely building his confidence. He felt like something he hadn’t felt in a while; an object of desire. A feeling that he hadn’t experienced since his previous beloved wife was alive.
The principal’s door opened and a young beautiful woman with long brunette locks appeared in the entry.
“Mr. Gentry, I’m Miss Lugana,” she said with a low soothing voice.
Her hand was soft and incredibly warm as she greeted him. He felt himself becoming lost in her dark brown mesmerizing eyes and slightly aroused by her immediate touch.
“Won’t you follow me?” she said turning back into her office.
His eyes immediately drifted down the tight black outfit she wore that defined every curve. Her hips shifted with an invitation while he studied the long silky legs that led up to her perfectly formed ass. He thought the woman knew how to walk. She commanded attention like a model on a catwalk.
As she pulled out her chair, he had the opportunity to admire the cleavage of her flawlessly formed breasts. He quickly closed his eyes and took a seat when she looked up. A grin appeared on her face, satisfied that her appearance appealed to him.
Alan could hear his voice inside his head. What are you doing? This is your boss for Christ’s sake. Do you want to get fired your first day?
“So, Mr. Menae said that you are from Chicago?” She brushed the dark locks behind her shoulders, revealing her provoking neckline.
“Yes, that’s right. I was an English teacher there.”
“But not a Vice Principal.”
He sat hypnotized by the sound of her voice hanging on every word slowly spoken through her luscious red lips.
“I’m sorry, Miss Lugana,” he said, embarrassed by his distraction.
She smiled, resting back in her chair. She tilted her head to the side and arched her back to invite him to a better view.
“Carmilla, please call me Carmilla. Now, I said you have no experience being a vice principal.”
“Oh, I do. I mean I subbed in whenever the vice principal at our school was sick. He was actually offered a job as principal at another school. They were considering me for vice principal.”
“Why didn’t you take it?” Carmilla shifted in her chair and spun to the side, revealing her long legs when she crossed them.
“Well, Mr. Menae called and offered me this job.”
“And why did you decide to take it?” she asked.
He watched her lick her lips and turn in her chair, exposing her long legs in the crossed position. This woman held some sort of aura about her that drew Alan in.
He could hear himself swallow when he let a quick exhale over her every little movement.
“I was offered more money and my wife thought it would be a great opportunity.”
“Wife, yes, and your daughter, she is now a student here, right?”
“Yes, Selena is a junior and starting today as well.”
Carmilla spun the chair to the front, leaning over her desk and looking deeply into Alan’s eyes.
“Good, well I hope you find your stay here satisfying.” She said licking her lips again. “We do expect our students to behave and there is no favoritism. I like to run a tight ship so it’s my way and it’s the only way.”
Carmilla stood up revealing her full figure again as she started to round the desk.
“In other words, if you do what I say and what I want then you will work fine under me.” She ended her statement in a close whisper.
Alan stood following Miss Lugana to the door.
“Excuse me, but what happened to the previous vice principal.”
Carmilla stood at the door and turned. “He just totally came apart.”
“Really, what happened,” Alan asked.
“He’s dead,” she answered, showing no remorse.
Alan was startled by the response until he caught her eyes and was once again visually undressing her.
Carmilla opened the door with her hand out once again. “I look forward to meeting your wife this evening.”
“This evening?” Alan looked at her nervously, feeling guilty from their meeting.
“Yes, you are going to Mr. Menae’s dinner tonight, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes, of course. We’ll see you tonight,” he said passing by her to leave her office.
Carmilla leaned in close to him, smelling the air when he started to walk by.
“Ooh, you do have this essence about you,” she said, as her hand found his hip, guiding him out the office.
“Thanks,” he said hesitantly. “But you mean presence, don’t you?”
Her hand squeezed his hip lightly and then released him as he made his way to the reception area.
“No I mean essence,” she replied.
“Karen, could you come into my office I need you for a few things.” Miss Lugana looked at her assistant.
Alan turned back to the office from the hallway, watching the young woman behind the desk rise up and walk with the principal into her office. Carmilla grabbed Karen around the waist and escorted her in. They looked back to Alan with inviting looks before Carmilla closed the door. He then heard the door lock from the inside. Alan once again found himself taking a quick gasp and his mouth hung open.
“God, I need a cold shower,” he whispered to himself as he walked down the hallway, searching for his office.
CHAPTER 17
Bobby pushed the plastic Tonka pickup over the kitchen tile floor while Emma sliced vegetables for tomorrow night’s stew. He crawled on all fours, driving the toy with a force that was echoed by his engine noises. As Bobby maneuvered around the kitchen island, his crawl gained steam. The plastic Tonka crashed into Emma’s ankle. She had been slicing carrots when the object collided with her foot. In the confusion, she sliced her finger.
“Ouch! Darn it, Bobby that hurts,” she said hopping on one foot and grabbing for a paper towel to stop the bleeding from her finger.
Bobby sat cross-legged on the floor with a look of innocence pasted on his face. Emma wrapped her finger in the towel and applied pressure as the blood slowly soaked through the paper.
“Bobby, would you please go play in the family room over there?” Emma nodded to the room, gesturing her son to move in that direction.
“Okay,” he replied, positioning into his crawl mode and continuing to push the Tonka towards the family room carpet.
Emma went to the bathroom medicine cabinet, where she found a metal tin of band-aids that she could secure over her gash.
Bobby ran his plastic truck over the carpet, when he dragged it sideways until one of the wheels tumbled off and rolled under the couch. He reached under the sofa, but his little arms wouldn’t allow the necessary reach to retrieve the wheel. Bobby looked up and noticed his momma wasn’t in the kitchen anymore.
As quickly as the wheel had fallen off, Bobby lost interest in his plastic Tonka. He saw the perfect opportunity to retrieve his new interest, Papa’s metal army men. The toddler waddled to Alan’s office where he saw the perfect little silver soldiers set up in a classic civil war battle. Bobby approached the battleground of little men and swiped a group of them up into his hand as if he were King Kong attacking a village. He returned to the front foyer with his prize about to go back to the family room when he noticed his mother had returned to the kitchen.
Not wanting his new toys to be taken, Bobby sought the nearest escape route, out the unlocked front door and on to the top of the driveway area. There he crawled around, wearing through the knees on his new trousers. Bobby set up the tin warriors and began his battle, shouting off his own personal sound effects.
The first strike was a Confederate stabbing a Union soldier in a close battle. The Union then opened fired on many of the South when Bobby paused his battle at the sound of brakes squeaking. He looked up to see the headlights and grill of a police cruiser at the edge of his war. A car door slammed, followed by the sound of boots clicking on the asphalt and heading in Bobby’s direction. The boots stood on the line of battle and a gloved hand lifted a toy soldier. Bobby raised his head to see a tall dark man with sunglasses, standing overhead and holding one of his toys.
“Hello little man. Does your mother know you’re out here?” the tall dark stranger asked.
“No?” Bobby answered with a questioning tone.
“No, I didn’t think she did.” Smiling, he lifted the little boy into his arms.
“Come on, let’s find your momma.”
The officer carried Bobby to the front door where he pressed the bell and waited for the woman of the house to answer. Bobby was intrigued with the dark sunglasses as he continuously attempted to pull them off the strangers face.
“What, you want these?” he said, removing the sunglasses from his face and revealing the crystal blue eyes he had hidden.
“Here you go. Now don’t drop them. I can trust you, can’t I?” the police officer asked.
Bobby put on the glasses and nodded his head in agreement. The sunglasses bounced up and down on the bridge of his nose.
After a few moments, Emma opened the door and appeared startled at the site of the uninvited visitor.
“Oh Bobby, how did you get out here?” she asked, suddenly feeling a flash of heat rush through her body.
Emma’s brow began to bead with sweat. She felt faint and lost control of her knees. The officer quickly caught Emma with his left arm while continuing to hold Bobby in his right. She took a deep breath and peered up at the grinning Adonis with piercing blue eyes hypnotizing her once again. The man released Bobby to wander the house as he gently helped Emma back to her feet.
“I’m sorry officer; I don’t understand what just happened.”
Emma wasn’t sure if she was more embarrassed of fainting or having the arms of a strange man around her.
“Call me Brohm, Mrs. Gentry.” He smiled.
Emma patted down any wrinkles from her skirt and fixed the shoulders of her blouse when knees began to feel weak once again.
“Why don’t you have a seat over here and I’ll get you a drink of water.” Brohm guided her to a chair at the breakfast table and pulled a drinking glass from the cabinet, as if he already knew where everything was placed.
“Here you go. Some of Atharia’s finest.” Brohm handed her the glass and watched her gulp down the water as if she hadn’t had a glass in days.
“Thank you. I really needed that.” She immediately felt her body temperature drop when the cool water flowed through her system. “The water here is so fresh. How do you possibly get it?”
Brohm looked at her confused, leaning at the kitchen countertop. “I’m sorry; I don’t understand what you’re asking?”
“Well this is an island, where does the drinking water come from? That is a pretty long bridge connecting us to the mainland. Do you mean to tell me that you pipe that all the way in from the mainland under the ocean?”
“No Mrs. Gentry, you are actually drinking refined and purified sea water.”
“How, I thought saltwater made you mad.”
“We have a small plant on the island that processes and cleans the water, along with a few additives and chemicals that allow us to drink it.”
“And it doesn’t make you crazy?”
“That depends on your definition of crazy,” he said with a luring glare.
Emma blushed and looked down, uncomfortable and embarrassed.
“I’m sorry officer, but why are you here?”
“Please, I said call me Brohm. I could say that I’m here because I was concerned for the safety of your child playing in the driveway without any supervision, but that would be a lie.”
Brohm maneuvered to the chair beside Emma and placed his cupped hands over hers.
“I came to see you.”
Emma felt the heat inside her with his touch and glance soothing her. The sound of his voice calmed her. She returned his look as she fell mesmerized by his face. A haze hovered around him as she drifted into an awakened sleep.
“Bam!” Bobby shouted, ramming the Tonka truck into his mother’s ankle.
A bright light flashed in her eyes when the excruciating jolt shot through her anklebone.
“Ouch! Bobby!” She pulled her hands from Brohm, ripping the band-aid from her skin that added to the pain.
“I told you to play in the family room!”
Bobby began to wail and retreat into the other room. Emma looked down at her hands and noticed the gash in her finger had begun to bleed.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know what’s come over me. I’m not like this,” Emma said excusing herself from the breakfast table and rushing to the kitchen sink to clean the cut and wash away the trickle of blood staining her palm.
Brohm stole a smell of the dried blood that marked the cotton side of the band-aid.
Emma leaned over the counter, feeling the refreshing cool water rinse through her hands. She began to feel more like herself until she felt Brohm’s presence behind her. She looked to the right, where she saw Bobby crawling around with his trucks in the family room. Brohm’s warm breath massaged the back of her neck.
“Let me help you,” he whispered in her ear.
He slowly reached around her, moving his hands along her arms until he pulled her hands back from the cooling water. She could feel him press into her as he pushed her into the counter. She closed her eyes and drifted. The heat inside her move downward, as her insides pulsated and an abnormal arousal came over her. She felt his lips kiss the side of her neck. His hands squeezed her hand, releasing a few drops of blood from the knife slice in her finger. His tongue licked her earlobe while he brought the cut finger to his lips.
Emma watched as he took the bloody finger to his mouth and sucked the blood drops from her wound. His other hand wandered inside her blouse where he began to massage her breast. Emma’s arousal heightened with the foreplay, rising to a place she had never been. She was back where the soothing touch hypnotized her and everything else was a haze. Brohm’s tongue worked the wound for every drop, until there was no blood left to escape the gash. Then he bit into the cut with his teeth piercing fresh flesh.
A loud crash echoed into the kitchen from the family room.
“Mommy!” Bobby screamed.
Emma awoke, noticing her finger in Brohm’s mouth.
“Stop it. Get away from me,” she yelled, pushing him back.
Brohm stepped back and smiled, wiping the drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. Emma looked away embarrassed and offended. Brohm stood in front of her not hiding his arousal.
“I’m sorry officer, but I think it’s time for you to go.”
“I said, you should call me Brohm.”
“Just get out. Get out of my house!” Emma screamed at him.
She then realized that Bobby had been calling for her and she walked passed Brohm, nudging him to the side. Bobby sat on the family room carpet with his legs crossed, rocking back and forth. His face was flushed. An end table lay on its side with a shattered lamp surrounding the infamous Tonka toy.
“Oh Bobby, what did you do now?” Emma said.
She knelt down and cradled her son.
“It’s all right. It’s just a lamp. Come on stop your tears,” she said in a soft loving voice.
Emma sensed Brohm standing over her. He then crouched down behind her.
“I thought I told you to leave,” she ordered in a stern tone.
Brohm leaned into her and reached around. “I just didn’t want to leave without my sunglasses,” he whispered into her ear as he lifted his dark shades off the carpet by Bobby’s knee.
Brohm stood, placing the glasses on his face.
“You be a good boy, Bobby. No tears now. You better learn how to drive that truck or I’m gonna have to give you a ticket,” he said with a smile.
“Ma’am, have a good day.” Again, he smiled then walked towards the front door.
“Just get out,” she repeated.
As he reached and opened the front door, he added one comment before he left. “Oh, and I look forward to seeing you tonight at Mr. Menae’s home. It’s in your honor you know. ”
Emma heard the door shut behind him. She continued to rock with her son to soothe his tears and her frame of mind. The last time she had encountered Brohm, the sweats and hot flashes disappeared when he departed. This time she continued to feel the warmth surge through her veins. She felt the back of her neck moisten with sweat. Maybe, another glass of cool water or a splash to the face might do the trick.
Bobby stopped crying and closed his eyes. His breathing seemed to calm both of them. Emma closed her eyes as well, with thoughts that were not common to her. Her insides felt like they were burning.
“Maybe a cool glass of water or a splash to the face will do the trick,” she whispered again to herself.
CHAPTER 18
Phelan awoke to a light knock on the door. The muscles throughout his body continued to ache when he sat back in the bed and propped himself against a pillow. The door cracked open slightly, appearing to wait for a response before it continued to open further.
