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| Shaman Seduction Part Two |
| Teresa jerked her head up and surveyed the perimeter of the beach house. It was now or never and she just couldn't in good conscious turn back, especially since she had promised her mother she would carry the mission through till the end. It matched the description her mother had in her vision right before she died, but Teresa was still a bit apprehensive about the whole situation. In less than a month, she had divorced her first husband, watched her mother die, and reunited with her old school friends, Gregory and Nikolas, who she found out on the day her mother passed that they were her half-brothers. It was just too much to handle in so little time. As she began to trek up the beach to the house, she thought about her mother's last words: "Gregory and Niko..." she had gasped. "Yes mami. What about them?" "You...Cortez." She was so delirious from the illness she could barely from coherent sentences. "Mami, what are you trying to say?" "Your father...their father....Dorian. Evil. You must repress the evil Teresa." Teresa took a deep breath as she remembered her real reason for being in Los Angelos. Although it was heart warming to see Niko again, it was Dorian who she needed. She was determined to keep her mother's promise. Cautiously, she made her way to the front door and knocked. She heard heavy footsteps and then brief silence. It opened slowly and her breath caught in her throat, unsure of what to expect. She was greeted by a very large man, muscles upon muscles with a bald head and enticing hazel eyes. "Yeah? What you need?" he asked. "Hello. May I see Katrina Deleveci?" Something close to disgust flickered in those pretty hazel irises of his when she mentioned her name. He leaned against the door frame, flexing his biceps and looking at her suspiciously. "Depends. What she do this time?" he questioned in his deep, throaty voice. The wind carried with it the scent of the ocean and Old Spice. Her eyelids fluttered and she conjured up a nervous smile. "I don't know about that. I was hoping to speak with her about Dorian Cortez." "She doesn't live here anymore thanks to that slithering demom spawn from hell. Goodbye and get off my property." he snapped, attempting to close the door in her face. She placed her hand on top of his. Oddly, her touch stirred unexpected sensations in him and he almost shivered. "Please don't shut me out. I promised my mother on her death bed that I'd retrieve her medicine and herbal log from Dorian and continue to practice her Shaman ways. I've been told Katrina was the last person to see him before he disappeared. I need that book to carry on her memory." she pleaded, massaging his knuckles with the back of her thumb, unknowingly caressing his clenched fist. Her tone was so gentle that he couldn't help but to sympathesize with her. "You Desiree's daughter?" Her eyes widened. "Si. Did you know her?" "Somewhat. Come in." he insisted, opening the door fully. She released her grip on his hand and stepped inside. He studied her as she sashayed across the hard wooden floor and found a seat on the burgundy sofa. She was quite attractive and she screamed sensuality in her speech and the way she moved. Her straight ebony hair and dark mysterious hazel eyes were inviting as well. When she noticed his examination of her he smiled faintly to try and play it off. "I'm sorry about being rude before. Katrina and I are divorced and Dorian is a sore subject with me." he explained as he joined her on the couch. He wasn't the only one that was taking a physical inventory. Her eyes skimmed across his body from his broad cotton covered shoulders to te strong torso behind his tight fitting denim jeans. His phyisque was that of a Greek God. "Why would any woman divorce you?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she realized it and she blushed immediately. |