Not So Peachy Tea

Not So Peachy Tea

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jun 4, 2024
I knew she would get me in trouble, her aura is so intoxicating. One look in her eyes and I knew she was evil, her red hair, the way her Hazel eyes darken at the sight of something she wants. And her name... Camilla.. I didn't think she would go so far as to hold a knife to my throat, though. I'm not as scared as I thought I would be when my life is threatened. I am more nervous, and aroused. Her eyes darken with anger as she hold the knife firmer on my neck, I can feel a cut form, and blood trickle. She watches it slide down my throat, then uses her free hand to wipe it clean. My blood coats her finger as she looks at me, then sticks it in her mouth. Tasting my blood, making me shiver. I don't know what's more attractive, the eye contact, or her licking her finger clean of my blood. "Your blood tastes so sweet," She purrs, "Too bad you're too pretty to kill." ☆☆☆☆☆
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"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

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