The
Emerald Room by Scarlett Knight
Experience the passion that ignites when
handsome older men connect with young beautiful women. This steamy collection
of four erotic short stories includes the kind of sexy encounters that only a
blending of experience and youth can bring. Read how a composed college
professor gives over to his lust for one of his faithful students, witness a
seasoned theatre director succumbing to the stubborn wiles of a hot young
actress in his play, and more.
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Excerpt:
The Emerald Room bar was one of the
classier joints where Nate got paid to play these days. Every Friday for the
past two months, he put on a jacket and bowtie and sat at their shiny baby
grand, tickling the keys for his two-hour set. It was a hell of a lot better
than some of the trashy spots he was forced to waste his talent in, places
whose patrons were so noisy and crude, where his music drowned beneath the
sound of shrill laughter and glass breaking.
But not this place.
Aside from the nice paycheck, and aside
from the sleek marble-topped bar and tall cherry wood seats, and aside from the
polite, well-dressed folks who not only listened to him but tipped as well,
there was the goddess.
She always showed up when he was about
thirty minutes into his set, usually around the time he was playing soundtrack
tunes from movies like The Godfather. In she'd stride, wearing one of her
killer dresses. Sometimes it was the little black one, her hair cascading like
a golden wave down her bare back. Other times she wore the sparkling red
number. Tonight she donned a silver gown with a slit all the way up to the top
of her right leg, the lacy band of her stocking peeking out whenever she moved
just right on the barstool.
God, did Nate have a thing for stockings.
Her black stilettos only made her heavenly
legs even more mouthwatering, the way they caused the calf muscles to flex just
right. In between songs he took a sip of his bourbon and loosened his tie. To
imagine those legs wrapped around him…it was the fuel for many a fantasy after
he went home, too chicken shit to talk to her.
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