She is still a teenager, but why this early ungodly desire?
Her thought kept on piling until unprepared words suddenly came out of her mouth, "Dralex is having sex with whom?" She thought of withdrawing those words but she has said it already and Eric heard her.
"early sex already?" he glared at Prislla thoughtfully, "I am certain Dralex is seeing someone and I will not stop until I find out who that person is, whether a female or male, it makes no difference—" Eric folded his arms across his chest and deliberately allowed silence hung above them for like ever. For all he cares, Dralex owns him an explanation.
Miss Ruth looked at Pastor Dave from behind, and the moment he turned around, she had already concluded that he is not only a handsome pastor but quite young too.
His shoes were lovely on his feet, his tie and coat looked well ironed. She walked closer to him and gave a warm smile, "pastor Mandolin—I mean, Pastor Peter's office is right over there and that's the reception hall. I am at your service Pastor Dave. I am delighted to show you around until you get acquitted with the church and its surroundings." She kept a smile on her face that got Pastor Dave attracted to her in a way he cannot even explain.
He stares into her lovely eyes and then looked away, "Sure, I am humbled to see you help me around and perhaps answer some questions too if you don't mind—"
"I don't mind telling you anything about the church history." Miss Ruth gave a sexy smile this time. Pastor Dave noticed but instead walked into the Pastor's office. He looked around and nodded his head in delight. "It is a lovely office—"
"Sure it is, I know you will love it. Pastor Peter has a lovely taste, he always wants everything looking good—"
"And that includes you his secretary, right?" Pastor Dave admired Miss Ruth and the intelligent way she spoke, "Or aren't you more lovely than his office?"
Miss Ruth looked confused. Now, she seems lost, she can't understand where the conversation was heading on. "I beg your pardon—"
"Never mind, I was only thinking, my thought just slipped." Pastor Dave interrupted with a smile. "That is the reception hall, it is good looking too. I am afraid there are so many good-looking things around here. I can't wait to start using them to the glory of God." He smiled again and this time, Miss Ruth wondered how many of that smile is hidden in that handsome face of his. She spun around and started for her office that was opposite the Pastor's office.
Pastor Dave watched her walk away. He admired her from behind. The curve of her buttocks is enticing he thought as he got his eyes fixed on it for a few seconds. "I guess that is your office, Miss Ruth."
The moment she turned around, her breasts bounced. His eyes rolled and his mind started working.
What is a beautiful girl doing here in the church and working as a secretary?
What does she want here?
Or she wants to get the Pastors tempted or feed them always with her ravishing sexy body?
The more he stared at Miss Ruth, he finds himself attracted to her. He never wanted any of this to happen between them, but now he figured out he must do two things, either to get her fired and hire another secretary or leave her and get entangled between her thigh.
"This church has a history, right?" He asked thoughtfully but careful with his words. "I am pretty sure you may want to help me with that to fast track my work here."
Miss Ruth nodded and then sat down on her chair to resume her work rather than being blown away by the handsome look of Pastor Dave who has caught her attention already.
The more she gazed into his eyes, the more she becomes attracted to him and sexually harassed on the inside of her.
The moment he spoke again before he walked outside, she felt her nipples stand on her breasts. It became so firm, that she wanted it touched.
Touched by whom?
Her thoughts staggered.
The power of lust crept through her bones and then flesh. She felt the spread around her thigh. She knew she had never felt this way even in the days of Pastor Peter.
What a hell is going on?
She can't understand this feeling.
She can't also understand if Pastor Dave was a beginning of a new dawn for the church or an extension of where Pastor Peter left it when he was pastor Mandolin.
And now, what she knows, she cannot see it even in her dreams.
As he walked away, Miss Ruth's eyes bore into him from behind.
She knew it was time to win the heart of the most handsome Pastor she had ever seen, and there is no better way to do it than to seduce him.
Looking away, she struggled to perfect a plan. "He looked set to play, if he wants to play rough, let's do it." She whispered to herself as her eyes narrowed into slits.
She wasn't so sure where she kept Max's new home address. She had written it on a piece f paper the day before when they had a phone conversation. She felt disturbed and with a nervous hand, she searched her handbag carefully for the third time. She opened the side zip within her bag and smiled when she noticed she had kept it there, "10 Sweden Street, the first house to your left." She whispers as she stares at the piece of paper for the second time.
She wanted to tell the taxi driver to head in that direction when she suddenly remembered their earlier phone conversation, "I will be waiting for you at Damsel hotel. I won't be home, so please don't go find me there." Those were Max's words and she was glad she remembered, "Driver I am going to Damsel hotel, do you know it?"
Wilson was annoyed and his anger showed when he responded, "You told me Sweden Street, it was the number you weren't sure of, and now—"
"Yes I did, I changed my mind." Dralex interrupted calmly. "I will add some money to the fare if you don't mind taking care of my mistake."
Wilson smiled and reversed his taxi, "Alright then—Damsel hotel is that way." He drove for a few minutes before breaking off the silence between them. "Damsel hotel is not a nice place. Are you sure you want to go there?
What does a girl of your age want in Damsel? Damsel is horror at night and it is already 4 pm."
Dralex hated being advised on an adventure her mind was set on already. "What's your name driver?"
"My name is Wilson."He replied almost immediately but wondered why she asked. "You can call me a cab driver, that's alright by me." He used his front mirror to spy on her.
Dralex was all alone in the back seat with her eyes searching every signpost, she could see around that could have Damsel hotel on it as Wilson drove. "I thought you never had a name. Since you have a name that means you are responsible. I suggest you mind your business and stay out of mine. I will pay you when I come down at Damsel for driving me there and not for meddling into my affair."
Wilson saw that as an insult from a teenager. That was rude he thought. He knew Dralex was not an adult yet from his assessment but she had this body size that want to make her look it. Her beautiful eyes, good-looking face, and lustful curvy body is an attraction, one too many, Wilson thought as he used his front mirror again, without her knowing.
Is she a worker or prostitute at Damsel? Or on a mission for a one-night stand?
She's pretty young for that, he thought, but most young girls of nowadays are the seducers we have in the cities. His thoughts kept flaming up.
He wanted to ask if she was running away from home, and now she is heading to one of the most dangerous hotels in the city.
Damsel hotel was only recently reopened by the government after its owners won a suit. It was alleged that the hotel was a den of drugs smugglers, stripper abuse, criminals, and abnormal sexual conduct. But the Mafia management team fought so hard for its reopening. Now, Damsel hotel is up and running and the first choice for city youths.
Wilson's thoughts slipped the moment he brought his Toyota Camry to a halt at the entrance gate of Damsel Hotel. "Here we are, Miss, can I have my money?"
Dralex came out of the taxi and glanced at the hotel, this is beautiful, she whispered. She has a taste for good things and knows it when she sees one.
She opened her handbag and paid her fare, including the extra she promised. Wilson smiled and admired the good-looking, Dralex.
The moment the cold evening breeze blew between them, her perfume snake into Wilson's nostril, he inhaled it and whispered, "This smell nice."