Lupus 1- A Political Animal by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T07:24:37+00:00

Chapter 8

Serena dozed fitfully. Strange dreams wafted in and out of her consciousness. Dreams of Kelvin. He was looking for her, searching everywhere, their joint office in Canberra, his electoral office, her parents and sister’s homes. He was searching along roads and creeks. He was close to panicking because he couldn’t find her.

She stirred. A motorcycle roared up to the house, its staccato pulsing, shattering the heavy silence. Yawning, she went to the window and pulled aside the delicate lace curtains in time to see Jack climb off the bike.

Serena admired his athletic form, the way he glided up the path to the front steps. Jack’s determined stride had a sort of animal simplicity to it. She hadn’t been aware of it when she was in the room with him, but from a distance he seemed at one with the world around him.

He paused at the first step and looked up to her window. A wave of desire flooded her belly. She drew back behind the curtain but had the distinct feeling he had seen her and that he was smiling. With equal certainty she knew he would come up to see her.

She ran back to bed and climbed beneath the covers, patting down the coverlet so it molded her body.

She waited.

And waited.

Her eyes grew heavy. The surreal dreams of Kelvin searching for her returned. Only this time Kelvin found her… in the arms of Jack.

She started awake at the sound of a knock on the bedroom door and her heart jumped inside her chest. “Come in.”

The door swung open to reveal an old gray-haired woman dressed in a shapeless, flowered smock. She must have been ninety years of age, her withered brown skin drawn taut over the bones of her face so that she resembled a mummified cadaver.

But as she watched, the wizened features softened. Her first impression must have been a trick of the light. The old woman shuffled into the room carrying a tray on which an ornate silver teapot steamed beside a delicate teacup.

“Master bid me ask you what you would like to eat.” The voice was old and brittle, with a definite European accent. It was a voice of ages.

Serena considered her with a gentle smile. Master indeed. She knew exactly who this old woman was.

* * *

Serena had been watching him from the window. He sensed her scrutiny as soon as he climbed off the bike. Even through the lace curtains he could make out her face. She was so breathtakingly beautiful. The base drum of his heart set up a staccato rhythm and his stomach felt hollow.

He wondered if she knew the effect she had on men. His cock strained in his pants. The strength of his desire surprised him. She was quite a catch, but who was he kidding? It was she who had captivated him.

“What am I playing at?” he asked himself as he strode up the stairs and opened the front door.

There was no way he could get involved with this woman.

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