“Quiet. Someone will hear you. I told you I was a virgin,” Emily whispered. After looking around.
“Oh fuck not that. I could never do that. You know I have a partner,” Stanley said his hands fluttering as if he was flicking flies from his face.
“Would he considering doing it for me?”
“Fuck no,” Stanley said out loud. Students at a nearby desk glanced up. Some laughed and others shushed them.
“I’m desperate. This rich guy won’t marry me because I’m not a virgin.”
“What the fuck do you want with him anyway? Who ever heard of a man not wanting a virgin? What’s wrong with him? That’s the question I’d ask if I were you, and if I were straight.”
“I’ve asked all those questions and I can’t answer them.” She shrugged.
“Maybe you aren’t looking close enough or asking the right questions.”
“Like what am I supposed to ask?”
“How the fuck do I know. All I know is that those rich cunts are weird anyway. I met one and you don’t want to know what he wanted me to do.” Emily sat watching and waiting for Stanley to say something, but he shook his head as if thinking about it and smiled.
“I don’t want to corrupt your innocence,” Stanley said taking the easy way out.
“That’s why I came to you, Stanley. To corrupt me. I need to be corrupted. I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” Emily said whining.
“There are too many non-virgins in the world. Stay as you are. Someone will find that appealing and want you,” Stanley said standing to end the conversation. “I can’t help you. I want to Emily, but I just can’t in good conscious.”
He rushed out and left Emily breathing hard. Now she was determined to find a way before the first of the month. First she thought about bribing the doctor, but who does that and why would his doctor take money, and where would she get the money?
Maybe if she told him her situation he would do it when he gave her an exam. She knew this was impossible and a stupid idea. But she was desperate and one stupid idea was as good as the next. Emily sat thinking of something she could do. Since when had it been so hard to be a virgin? Since when had it been so hard to not be one?
Students came and went watching her argue with herself. She missed her class.
Today had been an unproductive day for Emily. She squandered the time she could have spent in an important class, and she was still a virgin. She managed to make it to her last class. It was nine o’clock and she had to get home. When it was time to go, she picked up her backpack and headed for the door. She did that because everyone was leaving. So she followed along.
She couldn’t tell you what the professor had said. She sat and stared for forty-five minutes at her. She stood in the hall just looking at the door leading to the outside.
“Do you want to go with me and have a drink?” Emily glanced up only because of the sound of a voice. It was a girl who sat alone in the back of the class. She wore black the year round and her hair was dyed black and her face full with freckles. Her face had the paleness of a red head. But obviously she wanted to be a brunette. Another young girl who wasn’t happy with herself, Emily thought.
“Yeah. I think I need a drink, but I don’t have any money.” Emily put her head down and continued walking. The girl caught up with her.
“I asked you to go with me, I’ll pay. There’s this guy that’s in one of my classes, and he goes there regularly,” she paused, and then said, “I’d like to meet him.” She smiled after tucking her hands into her jeans.
Glancing at the girl who was pretty with bluish green eyes, Emily wondered why she had to get someone’s attention because she was an attractive girl.
“Ok, but when I get paid at the end of the month I will pay you back. That’s the only way I’ll go.”
“Sure if you want to. I want the company. My name is Fiona,”
“Mine is Emily.”
And they walked together, down the hall, out of the door, and through a group of students hanging around trying to decide if they needed conversation or drinks.
“Nice name, Emily. I don’t know why my mother named me Fiona.”
“Why don’t you ask her? I wish I could ask my mother why she named me Emily, but she left when I was a baby. It’s just me and my father,” Emily said as she walked with Fiona. They stood and then crossed the street to the bar.
As Emily and Fiona entered the bar, Harper decided to take a walk. He walked for hours not knowing where it would take him. Surprised by how strong he felt. He didn’t know the effects of hiking up and down the hills, he continued walking and jogging. An hour passed and he walked and sometimes ran.
He stopped when he passed a bar. He heard a familiar voice. Looking through the picture window, he saw Emily. She was sitting with a man and a woman. She was laughing and Harper could see how at ease she appeared. He could hear her conversation. She was alone.
The man and woman had just met, but they were graduating from the college. He looked across the street at the university.
At that moment he wondered if she would be someone he could spend his life with. It was a crazy notion, but what the hell, what did he have to lose. It would be no going back. Maybe she would commit to making him her life’s work, but he had to tell her about himself. How could he do that? He wondered.
Before he realized it, he had walked into the bar and stood in front of her table. Harper was sweating and his breathing was out of control. The sweat now disappearing, but more taking its place.
Harper didn’t say a word. He was blown away at the sight of Emily. She was a beauty, and her scent signaled to him she was in heat. And his reaction from his body indicated that she would make a good mate. He needed to secure her before someone else came along and saw what he was seeing and felt what he was feeling.
When she first woke him from his dreams on his return from Nevada, he didn’t see past the black and white uniform. All he saw was a maid spying on him. He remembered how he had been angry with her. He hoped she didn’t remember, but how could she forget how cold and dismissive he had been to her in the kitchen.
Sitting relaxed with a pair of jeans and an old worn leather jacket which made her look hot, he couldn’t hide the flush in his face. She was having an effect on him. A sensual stimulating effect. He felt it from the tingle of the hair on his head to his groin.
Emily smiling and in conversation, turned to see what Fiona and her friend were staring at. It was Harper Samsa sweating profusely in a pair of tight worn jeans, and his thick muscular biceps straining the tee shirt. It was fifty degrees and he had almost nothing on, but then that wasn’t what got their attention.
“My name is Harper...”
“We know who you are, Mr. Samsa,” Fiona said her eyes smiling. “My father works for you.”
“And my father,” the young man about twenty two said as he held Fiona’s hand.
“I work for you, too, Mr. Samsa. What are you doing here? You are miles away from your mansion.”
“I was out jogging. And I saw you sitting in there with a couple and I thought I would have a drink with you.”
“A couple? Were we that obvious?” Fiona said.
“It’s obvious that the young man is interested in you. And you in him.” Fiona and the young man looked at each other and their cheeks blushed red.
Harper was being a gentleman. He knew that there was an attraction and it was of sexual nature and he could smell the scent they produced by being near each other. He had no doubt that after they left tonight, they were going to engage in sexual intercourse.
If Emily had been a were-female, she would have come to him looking to mate. However she was a human, and he had to remember that human females found pleasure in being courted.
He smiled, “You look beautiful.” His voice husky yet gentle. It was the truth. She was more beautiful to him than any female, even Elisabeth. He extended his hand to Emily. She gazed up at him.
“What are you doing here, Mr. Samsa?”
“Call me Harper.” His eyes a gleaming gold. His voice low and smooth. “I came for you. Will you join me for a drink?”
“I have a drink.” And she raised it to show him.
“Then can I sit with you and your friends?” He glanced around the table at the warm faces and smiles of Emily’s friends.
“I would prefer that you do not,” Emily said. She felt uncomfortable being in his presence. She had wanted to relax, and not have to be uptight around this man who didn’t think much of virgins.
When she saw that Harper wouldn’t go away, she stood. She faced him and she felt the rush of desire shiver through her body. She stared in his eyes, his warm golden eyes never left her. She thought his eyes were blue, but she couldn’t speak to ask him. She had no wish to resist him when he led her to another table. He seduced her as an animal would a mate and she surrendered.
She was his and he knew it. He had become a cold predator. And Emily was his prey under the full moon.