Sorcha's Secret World, Part one.

Chapter 20, The Horned God.

"You look, great mum," Jessie said, sounding a bit exasperated.

I was looking critically in the mirror. I was wearing tight black trousers, showing off my long legs and I was wearing my high heeled black leather boots with them, that was all fine. But the t-shirt I was wearing was new. Well, not completely new, but I'd dumped it in the bottom of a drawer after impulse buying it in a sale. The colour was a beautiful deep dark red, which is why I bought it, but it was just a bit too small.

"It's supposed to be like that! It's stretchy, not baggy," Jessie didn't see the problem. The problem being, that it was just too tight around my breasts and the cleavage was just a bit too deep for my comfort.

I pulled at the hemline, trying to hide what my bra was so generously pushing upwards.

"Stop pulling at it, you'll pull it out of shape!" Jessie took my hand and pulled it down. "You look amazing."

I looked at myself in the mirror again. My long dark hair was tumbling in curly waves over my shoulders and back. The hair straightener had broken just as I was about to use it on my hair, so it had dried in its natural wavy shape instead. I actually liked it better that way, I realised, wearing it straight always made me look a bit severe.

I was wearing more make-up than my usual lipgloss and mascara combination as well, the smokey eyeliner accentuating my brown eyes and red lipstick glistening on my lips.

I did look great, it just wasn't quite my style.

"Or perhaps I should wear something else..." I hesitated.

"Or perhaps you could join the convent and become a nun so you can wear a habit for the rest of your life!"

Jessie grabbed a short black leather jacket from the wardrobe and tossed it at me. "Just wear this over it if you have to!"

"It will make me look like a biker chick!"

Jessie rolled her eyes. I put on the jacket, which did nothing to hide the generous amount of cleavage I was showing. Jess, however, had enough and started pushing me towards the door.

"Will you just go, poor Loki has been waiting for you for ages!"

Loki had been waiting for a long time. He had dinner with us, as usual, and then had gone for a shower and to change in the guest room.

I'm normally not one of these women who takes hours to get ready. I'll throw on some clothes, put on some lipgloss, run a brush through my hair and I'm ready to go. But tonight had been different. I wanted to look amazing.

I was expecting to find Loki in the sitting room, reading a book in his favourite chair, but he was pacing up and down the hallway.

'Oh great,' I thought to myself, 'he's annoyed I made him wait so long.'

He looked up as I came bounding down the stairs, almost tripping over my own feet.

"Sorry, I'm so late..." I started.

"Oh, my, you look..." Loki said at the same time.

We both chuckled awkwardly.

"I'm sorry I took so long," I said nervously.

Loki eyed me from top to toe, his gaze lingering as he smiled appreciatively.

"And I was going to say 'You look amazing.' You truly do. Well worth waiting for," he smiled and winked, taking my breath away.

Loki was wearing black trousers and a black silk-blend button down shirt that fit snugly, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow hips. His hair was a bit longer now than when we had first started to work together, curling around his collar and down to his shoulders. He was wearing the long charcoal grey coat that looked so amazing on him, and a green scarf dangled loosely around his neck.