Free Carnal (Her Dark Desires #1) by Lola Taylor Page B

similar script. Hector, of course,
altered it depending on what the caller was asking for, and according to the
sex of the caller. The fantasies ranged from screwing in public to orgies.
    By
the time the last call ended, I was horny as hell. Thank God I’d brought my
vibrator, or I didn’t know how I’d make it through the night.
    Quickly
writing notes of everything I’d just learned, I glanced at the clock. Plenty of
time to take a nap, get ready, then head over to the main hall for dinner.
    Setting
the alarm on the bedside clock, I rolled over and closed my eyes. It took a
while to fall asleep because I was so worked-up, but after focusing on my
breathing and clearing my mind, I passed out.
    It
felt like I’d only closed my eyes before a God-awful dinging woke me up, like a
dinner bell was right in my room. Sitting up, it took a few minutes to
recognize my surroundings and remember what had happened.
    I
glanced at the clock - and immediately leapt out of bed. “Shit!”
    Dinner
was at seven, and it was already six forty-five. How the hell had I overslept?
A brief inspection of the clock revealed we’d had a power outage. The time
flashed midnight, over and over. Swearing, I leapt out of bed. I’d planned on
sprucing up, but now I feared I’d look like something the cat dragged in, quite
literally if Delilah got hold of me again.
    Furiously
searching for my bathroom utensils, I chanced a peek out into the rest of the
apartment. The lack of a paranormal signature said Delilah was already gone.
    Thank
Heaven for small miracles.
    I
scurried in the bathroom, rinsed down in record time, then quickly got dressed.
Giving myself a quick once-over in the mirror, I had to admit I didn’t look
that bad. The crimson halter top made my boobs look bigger, and the black
leather mini-skirt accentuated my wide hips and long legs, ending in black
stiletto pumps. I wore my hair long and wet. What was it Monique always said?
Oh, yeah. “Nothing’s hotter than wet hair.”
    I
grinned. Maybe Hector would prefer me this way. Heat shot straight to my loins
as I remembered the way he’d spoken to those men and women, the way he’d made
me feel when he talked to them that way.
    That’s
when another devilish thought occurred to me. Reaching beneath my skirt, I
tugged my underwear off and tossed them aside. Most of the time I preferred
underwear, but tonight I was feeling feisty.
    The
stars were already out in the indigo sky as I walked outside. There was
something about walking around commando that made adrenaline rush through me.
As I followed the throngs of students over to the mess hall in the main
building, I noticed several male heads looking my way, along with a few
females.
    Score
one for the succubus. Who’s inept now, Elias?
    That
prick was going to eat his words, if it was the last thing I did.
    The
dining hall was grand, with multiple, long wooden tables throughout that could
easily seat a thousand people. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings and
silver sconces lit the room, lending it a warm glow.
    My
stomach started twisting into knots at the thought of having to make small talk
with strangers when I spotted Angela hovering near the entrance, looking as
nauseous at the prospect as I felt.
    “Hey!”
I said, walking over to her.
    She
looked visibly relieved to see me. “Sally, hi! I was wondering if you were
coming.” She glanced around anxiously.
    “Looking
for someone?” I asked.
    She
made a face. “Sort of. More like I’m trying to avoid someone.”
    “Who?”
    “My
roommate,” she admitted with a shiver. “She’s… something else.”
    “How
so?” I asked as we walked into the dining hall.
    “I
don’t know,” Angela said. “I can’t quite describe what creeps me out about her,
because she’s honestly pretty nice. It’s just… something in the way she looks
at me, like she wants to eat me.”
    I
snorted. “My roommate nearly did earlier.” I went over how Delilah had attacked
me and our