Sigli waited for Jason to come home. Maybe it was cliché, but she lounged on a rug in front of a fire, wearing aubergine lace panties and a matching robe. A bottle of wine, already open, waited with her.
Read the entire story here: [Part 1 Working Late] [Part 2 All Wrapped up in Work] [Part 3: What Vicki Did at the Ritual] [Part 4: Victoria Finds Her Man… Two of Them]
Victoria turned to leave the chamber. She’d had her moment, but it was time to tell the professor she’d discovered the hidden room and what she was certain was Pharaoh Djet’s sarcophagus.
She heard stone scraping against stone, followed by something light and wispy brush against her arm. She grinned gritted hey teeth against a scream. She was still being mocked for screaming at a scorpion in her first week, so she wasn’t going to add spiders to the list.
Caroline opened the door, and the bells attached to it chimed. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but the interior looked exactly as she expected. The fortune teller’s shop was dimly lit with lots of beaded curtains and the heavy scent of incense. A large shelf dominated the space. Caroline looked over the items, mostly crystals and candles. She raised a brow at candles shaped like cocks and vulvas.
“You must be Caroline” a man’s voice drifted over her.
Caroline jumped, tearing her eyes away from the sexual candles. She turned and was momentarily speechless. He wasn’t what she expected. He was young, maybe ten years younger than her 35. And he was, by almost any standards, hot. She snapped her mouth shut when she realized she was gaping at him. He was the image of tall, dark, and handsome.
“Um, hi. Yes, I’m Caroline” she fumbled over her words. She offered her hand, feeling lost in his dark eyes.