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Embrace The Wild – An Angel Becomes A Devil By Scono Sciuto

New novella in the “Embrace The Wild” series.

©2015

First chapter, first draft



It is a Friday, he has invited me to his office across the river. He told me to come over for six pm.


I can’t do this!

What am I thinking?

I don’t even really know him.


Yet, I find myself getting dressed to go and meet him. I am wearing a dress with a short hemline to show my legs, and a plunging neck line to reveal my breasts.


I’ve only met him on one occasion, and that meeting was brief, but he was so kind, so caring. He took so much time to listen, he wanted to help. I could tell he wanted me then, he looked at me in that way —- I am an attractive woman and he gave me a look I’ve seen many times. But I’m married, so I have ignored it in the past, and I did that day, but, but I didn’t want to.


I can’t do this!

What am I thinking?

I don’t even really know him.


We have chatted on-line many times, he has been engaging, and I have been the same. He has been forward, telling me that although he shouldn’t, he desires to be with me — and I have responded in kind. It is harmless, I have told myself — we will never act on those thoughts and flirtations.


I told him I could not accept his invitation. I told him even if I were to act out these impulses, we would have to meet, have coffee or something, get to know one another a bit better. He told me he knew his desire would only increase with a meeting, and he wanted to be hidden from prying eyes, because he could not let a chance to be with me slip away.


I can’t do this!

What am I thinking?

I don’t even really know him.


I told him he was so kind, and charming, but I could not; I am married, and he appears to have a wild side. Yet, here I am, getting dressed to please him, to have him admire me in person, and yes, as much as I am denying it, to encourage him.


I am in my car, crossing the bridge, fighting the Friday afternoon traffic to make it to him. My heart is beating a little too fast. I keep looking in the rearview mirror, not just to be sure there is no one following, but to check my appearance. He asked me, that if I came over, not to wear much makeup and please no lipstick. I usually don’t go out this way, but I feel the want to please him.


I can’t do this!

What am I thinking?

I don’t even really know him.


I am here. There are many cars, I hope I don’t see anyone I know. He assured me that although the building would be busy, his office would not. I check myself in the glass of the car. I know I am attractive, but will he desire the real me as much as he claims? A hint of doubt enters my mind.