Dark Desires: Genesis by Kourtney King Page B

the lounge with a bottle
of wine and the text books she would use to cover her courses. Studying while
drinking would not be advantageous but she would at least have a general idea
of what to expect in class over the coming weeks. An hour into her routine she
heard footsteps coming down the hall from one of the other bedrooms and
wondered who it would be. The house she was in was shared with three other
students who she had met in passing but had not had the pleasure of acquainting
herself with. Because your pleasures and acquaintance revolved around a
tall, blonde, rogue of a man. She shook her head in an attempt to rid any
thoughts of him and looked up from the book perched on her lap in time to meet
Jake as he came into view.
    “Hi Jake!” Val greeted with as much sincerity
as she could muster. Jake wore his hair longer than was most likely
comfortable, seeing that he was always sweeping the overgrown bangs back when
they fell into his eyes, like right now. He was tall and lean and had that
skater-punk-grunge thing going for him that women in his circle found
attractive. He was half Indian half white, giving him an exotic appeal.
    “Hi yourself,” he replied stifling a yawn. He
looked as if he had just woken up from a nap, something that Val was
considering seeing that she barely got any rest last night or this morning. “I
see you’re getting a head start,” he continued gesturing to the text book that
sat open.
    “Yeah, just needed a rough idea of what’s to
come.”
    “Good plan, keep this up until the end of
semester and you may make the dean’s list,” he finished off before heading in
the direction of the kitchen. Looking at the clock on the wall Val noticed that
it was early evening and she hadn’t had anything to eat since the brunch of the
hotel room service. When Jake walked back out with a sandwich, Val closed her
book in the pursuit of a home cooked meal with her sub-par culinary skills. Her
efforts in the kitchen yielded a pasta salad that consisted of macaroni, baby
lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber and feta cheese. Feeling the effects of the day
rendering her bones weary, she quickly created a timetable for all her classes,
drew the curtains closed and lay on the bed waiting for sleep to claim her - it
never came. Her mind was full and she needed a release seeing that she’d spent
the latter part of her day trying to avoid thoughts of a certain someone.
    The minutes dragged on and she realised
feigning sleep would not magically transport her to dreamland. She decided to
open up her laptop and watch a show or a movie but nothing caught her interest.
On second thought she could find a good book to read until her eyes watered and
her lids drooped closed in fatigue. She just needed to keep her mind busy so
that she would not have to think of Vlad. At the mental mention of his name she
couldn’t help but remember the passionate weekend she'd spent with him. Her
memories evoked goosebumps as she relived the taste of his mouth, his wicked
tongue on her nipples and between her thighs, and the strength of his body as
it bore down on her petite frame, with each thrust sending her into a euphoric
abyss. Even though she had given herself a mental beat-down earlier for having
a one night stand – correction; a passionate sex filled weekend with a complete
stranger, she realised that it may have started off as a way to ward off the
loneliness that was wrapping itself around her heart but it had morphed into
something more.
    It’s the more that she was scared of because
she didn’t even know who he was, she wanted to know him but he was not
forthcoming about anything – it’s the feeling of indirect rejection she had
tried to run from and also fear, fear that maybe this fantasy guy she had
projected onto him was nothing but a façade. She needed a sounding board and
gave Natasha a call, out of all the girls her bond with the blonde bombshell
was the strongest. As the phone rang she understood why they clicked,