Chapter: THE ART OF SEDUCTION
Why was he taking her to a hotel and not to his apartment, for instance?
She wasn’t even sure where he lived. She had not paid much attention
to the building to which he had asked her in for a nightcap the other
evening. She looked at him and he was smiling like someone holding a
surprise in store. Perhaps his name wasn’t even Maximilian Dietrich...
The elevator stopped. Overpowered by dread, she became blank with
panic. She followed him out of the elevator, down the hallway like
a robot and stopped beside him in front of a door. He gave her a roguish,
leery smile she could not describe, before inserting the key-card
in the door. She stood there, as if paralysed. It occurred to her
to run away back to the elevator or the stairway, but somehow her
body did not take any action. Her mind failed to pass on the command
for her feet to move. She felt like she was in one of those horrible
dreams, when one needs to run away desperately from whatever, and
yet is incapable to do so; the legs seem unable to budge no matter
how hard one wishes them to. That’s what nightmares are made
of. But she was not in her bed, though she mightily wished she were.
This was live reality. The present! Now!
Maximilian pulled out the card, checked the number on the door against
the card in his hand, than inserted it in the slot again, and the
door was open before her.
“After you my lady.” Said he, courteously bowing, his
arm extended toward inside the room.
He acted so normal...too normal. Perhaps perversion came naturally
to him. She searched his eyes momentarily for telltale sings of any
sort, but finding none, looked in beyond the open door, still only
half-conscious of herself. The room seemed enormous, empty of people
as far as she could tell, and Eve could see the wide-open sky with
a few scattered fluffy clouds floating in the twilight beyond the
glass wall at the far end. It was a magnificent site. As she stepped
in, she realised that she had been half holding her breath.
“What a view, the sky is pink!” She exclaimed walking
up to the wall-to-wall window, forgetting for a moment the mortal
panic she had been in. She twisted backward, away from the sky view,
toward the suite and Maximilian Dietrich...if that was his name, it
occurred to her suddenly. Frankly, she could not be sure of anything
with this man, so full of surprises.
“I ordered it specially for you.” He murmured sotto-voce
as he came up to her, embracing her from behind. Unprepared for it,
a cold shiver ran down her spine straight away.
He let go subsequently, unaware of the nature of her nearly imperceptible
tremor, saying: “Give me your coat, I can assure you my dear,
my experience tells me that you’ll feel hot like hell in a minute.”
Whatever did he mean by that? His voice was untailored and sounded
perfectly relaxed, wooing, self-confident...too self-confident perhaps.
She turned around to face him.
The twilight behind her cast a magnificent warm, golden glow over
the furnishings and particularly on the German. His blond hair, as
if lit from within, took on unreal hues, his face, bushy brows shimmered
whimsically and his eyes sparkled with controlled anticipation. His
full lips parted in a voluptuous smile. Lucifer! That was it! Gorgeously
handsome, he was temptation incarnate.