AllFreeNovel
Share Us
In those times away from Jonah, she felt lost and alone – she felt like a leaf blown in the breeze. But with him, she felt a sense of inner purpose, as though giving herself to him was the deepest joy she could ever experience.
She lay on the big bed and spread her legs wide for him. She was completely naked, her wrists tied to the headboard and she stared up at him with a silent plea in her eyes for him to use her – so that she could feel complete.
His touch was like fire, his gaze enough to make her weak at the knees. When he stood above her, she felt a wild sense of abandonment and recklessness, and she knew without doubt she would willingly do anything – anything at all to satisfy and please Jonah Noble.
New Paragraph 30
Jonah alone in a crowded bar.
Eye contact.
When a woman looks at a man and holds eye contact for more than a couple of seconds, I’d always believed it was a sign that the woman was expressing her interest. The way this woman looked at me left me in no doubt – her eyes met mine and then casually drifted over my body and then came back to my face and she raised one eyebrow slightly.
I was sitting alone in a sports bar. When I had arrived it was quiet, but now, an hour later it was full of office workers who had finished a long, hard day and had called in after work for a quiet drink before returning home to their lives. The air was smoky, and full of noise.
I sipped at my whisky and looked past the woman, idly glancing at the groups of young business professionals in their suits and ties and grey skirts and crisp, white blouses. They were gathered in little groups of earnest conversation whilst above them a bank of television monitors showed highlights of ballgames. I spun on my stool back to face the bar. The guy behind the counter gave me a nod and I nodded back. He came along the counter to me and refilled my glass.
The voice suddenly beside me was a breathy, little purr. I didn’t move. I felt a woman’s hand rest lightly on my shoulder, and then smelled the scent of expensive perfume.
“Hello there,” the woman said. “My name is Jessie.”
I turned on my chair slowly – it was the woman who had been looking at me from across the room. She was tall, with a carefully manicured pile of blonde hair atop a perfectly made up face, complete with cosmetic smile.
“Hello,” I said politely.
I felt the woman’s fingers grip more tightly on my shoulder and then move a little down my forearm. “I had to come and say hello,” the woman said. “I have been admiring you from across the room.”
I glanced up into the woman’s eyes. “Then go back there,” I said.
And now…
What follows is the first dramatic chapter of the sequel to ‘Interview with a Master’.
‘In love with a Master’ will be published on Amazon in the coming months.
I hope you enjoy the first chapter of the new book.
Jason Luke
“In Love with a Master”
Interview with a Master 2
Jason Luke
Chapter 1.
The telephone rang, unnaturally loud and shrill in the darkened room – and I felt my nerves screw taut as I stared down at the desk.
The phone rang again. I watched it, sitting frozen in the big leather chair. The sound of the double note seemed somehow urgent and insistent in my ears. The telephone kept ringing until at last I leaned forward reluctantly and reached out for it.
The sound stopped abruptly as my hand hung over the receiver. I leaned back, relieved.
A few minutes later Mrs. Hortez appeared timidly in the office doorway. She was wiping her hands on the tails of her apron. She knocked on the open door and ducked her head into the gloomy office.
“It was her again, Mr. Noble,” Mrs. Hortez said in broken English, her voice almost apologetic. Then she held up the pudgy fingers of one hand. “That five times so far today.”
I nodded. The leather chair creaked as I shifted my weight. I propped an elbow on the armrest, and cupped my chin thoughtfully in my hand. My fingers grazed across the unshaven stubble that bristled my cheeks.
“Thank you, Mrs. Hortez,” I said quietly. “Did you tell her that I was unavailable?”
“Si,” Mrs. Hortez nodded heavily, like she was somehow saddened. “But she clever girl, Mr. Noble. She no believe me.”
The silence drew out. I said nothing. After maybe another minute, Mrs. Hortez ghosted from the room, pulling the door quietly closed behind her.
I sat alone in the dark. Outside my window a grey blanket of clouds hung low over the distant mountains. I could see the faint wink of far away lights like pinpricks in the night. Scudding mist hung like a shroud, smearing away the mountain peaks and wrapping the twilight sky in a heavy grey gloom.
My eyes drifted back over the darkening shapes of my desk: files, paperwork, a dust-covered statue of the Egyptian deity, Horus. I closed my eyes and sat back wearily in the chair.
Dust to dust…
Leticia Fall would make it as a journalist – of that I had no doubt. She had the raw talent, and she had the persistence to hunt down a story lead and pursue it with the tenacity of a bloodhound given the scent.
Today she had phoned five times. Yesterday it had been the same. Even across the weekend she had made repeated calls to the house.
I had avoided her for two weeks, but I knew I could not avoid her forever.
It had been exactly forty-one days since I had sent her away – almost six weeks since I had told her I was dying, and watched her walk, crushed and broken, to her car… watched her drive out of my life.
Not a minute passed that I didn’t think of her; recall the brilliant, disarming flash of her smile, or the innocent beauty of her features, or the quizzical way she tilted her head and watched me as I had paced the room telling my story.
