STORY EXCERPT

As he walked into the room, Kara looked up at him. She still sat at the table. He moved to the other side, set his coffee cup down, and then the box of files. He could feel her eyes staring at him.

“You,” she whispered.

Sitting down, he flipped the lid on the box and took out a thick file. He slammed it down on the table which caused her to jump.

“What do you want from me?” she asked and her voice sounded shaky.

He looked across the table at her and sat back on his chair. “I want you to tell the truth.”

Her hands went down under the table and her eyes squinted. “Truth about what?”

He pulled out a small hand-held recorder from the file box and turned it on. He set it on the middle of the table. “I want you to tell the truth about perjuring yourself on the stand at my trial.”

“I didn’t perjure myself.”

“You did. You said I raped you and then beat you up. We both know nothing like that happened.”

“You did rape me and…”

“As I recall, Kara, you enjoyed our brief time together. You invited me to come up to your room.”

“You followed me up to the room and then attacked me.”

It interested him that she continued to make eye contact with him. Before he’d gone to prison, he’d done many interviews and could always tell when someone lied to him. He thought someone trained her very well.

“You knocked me out, and when I woke up the cops were there and you looked all bloody.”

She looked away from him. “I didn’t drug you.”

There it is, he thought. He’d been waiting for the tell and she did it. “You’re lying now.” He continued to watch her and after a few minutes she looked at him, her green eyes glistening with tears.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Don’t you want to ask me more pertinent questions, or are we becoming friends?”

He laughed. “No, we’re not friends.” He continued to watch her. “All right, do you know what’s really sick about all of this?”

Kara huffed. “No, what’s really sick?”

“I still find you attractive.” He stood, moving his chair back and placed his hands on the middle of the table leaning toward her. He gazed at her green eyes and dared her to break the visual connection. She swallowed. “I still want to fuck you and feel your pussy strangle my cock. I want to taste you again and feel your orgasm under my body. Every time I look at you, I remember your lips and teeth around the head of my cock. God, I nearly came in your mouth and if I hadn’t stopped, you would have been spent for the night. I want…”

“Stop!” She put her hands over her ears and wound her fingers into her hair.

“Why stop? Has no one told you how beautiful and desirable you are? What about Rick? Does he tell you he wants to fuck you, and if you moan he’ll get harder than he thought possible?”

“Shut up. You need to think about someone else. You need to move on and consider yourself lucky you got out of prison early,” she said and tears pooled in her eyes.

This hit Jim hard. “Lucky?” He walked around the table and stood next to her chair. Moving his hand over her hair, he grabbed a handful and pulled her head back. “You say lucky? My career is in the toilet because of you,” he said through clenched teeth. “Do you know what happens to rapists in prison? For the first year I fought off other men, just so I could maintain some dignity. That was until the night I got ambushed and once they fucked me, I got left alone. It tarnished my memories of you in that beautiful blue dress, but for six years I dreamt about sucking your nipples and I could feel you. It was the only warmth I felt until now. It makes me sick now that my cock is hard and I so want to fuck you. Your moans haunt me, Kara, every night,” he hissed into her ear.

Jim jerked and realized what he’d just said. All his plans to seduce her went out the window.