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Authors: Aubrey Ross
Players (Lessons by Loki)
Lessons by Loki 1: Players
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© 2014 Aubrey Ross
Cover art by Dar Albert
Edited by Mary Moran
Electronic book Publication,
August 2014
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Author’s Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Lessons by Loki 1: Players
Katie has spent th
e past five years fantasizing about her sexy neighbors, Josiah and Chase. They’re wild, adventurous, and completely unconcerned with society’s expectations. Basically, they’re everything she’s not. Then a mysterious stranger tells her that she’s the target of their latest competition. According to “Loki”, Josiah and Chase will try to seduce her and the first one to succeed wins the ridiculous bet.
Seductive and mischievous, Loki entices Katie into playing a game of her own. Armed with insight and newfound confidence, she challenges the two men, determined to teach them a much-needed lesson by unraveling their heartless competition.
As Katie is drawn deeper into this web of lies, she finds herself doubting everything. She’s affected by Josiah and Chase far more than she’d expected to be and she’s convinced there’s much more to Loki than he pretends. She’s not sure who she can trust and she’s worried that a broken heart will be her only thanks for participating in Loki’s lesson.
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Torn between frustration and boredom, Loki meandered around the rooftop patio. Moonlight shimmered on the rippling surface of the swimming pool and reflected the stars high above. He savored the beauty for a moment, allowing the tranquil image to soothe him. Then he moved to the far corner of the patio, away from prying eyes and curious ears. It was late, well past midnight. It was unlikely anyone would join him on the roof. Still, simple precautions often averted disaster.
Denver surrounded him in a compact cluster of high-rise buildings and perpendicular streets.
He’d lived in many places since his return to Earth, but there was something about Denver that fascinated him. Ambition hummed through the city. It was a rapidly growing community still struggling for self-definition. The combination offered an endless supply of disorder and antagonism.
He rested his hands on the
building’s cool stone rim and raised his face to the sky. Closing his eyes, he opened his mind, allowing images and emotions to roll across his senses. Conflict and manipulation had always been his favorite strategies, but few understood the true reason for his mischief. He was not evil, at least not as most humans perceived evil. He was simply hungry.
Forcing speculation and distractions to the back of his mind, he focused on the task at hand. He had to find a situation
so rife with potential complications that it would sustain him for weeks, perhaps months. He fed less frequently now, which made each feeding more important.
Betrayal and infidelity had long s
ince lost their appeal. Everyone lied and it was becoming progressively harder to locate anyone who hadn’t given in to temptation at least once. Loyalty. Faithfulness. Forever. The words had all but lost their meaning in this modern age.
A sly smile curved his lips.
He was doing it again, allowing details to divert his attention. After giving himself a firm mental shake, he centered his focus and listened.
“Male or female?”
Lust threaded through the question. The speaker had obviously meant what the question implied. Even in this new era people more often preferred one sex or the other. This might be just what he needed. He latched on to the signal and brought the scene into focus.
Two men s
at in a spacious living room, a large screen TV muted in the background. They appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties, each physically fit and vital. One was dark-haired with angular features, the other an all-American blond. Loki wasn’t sure who had asked the intriguing question. They’d both paused for a swig of beer. The brunet sprawled on a large sofa. The blond faced him in the matching chair. If the empty bottles cluttering the coffee table and surrounding the chair were any indication, these two had been at this for quite a while.
“Come on,” the brunet urged. “It’s your turn to choose.
Male or female?”
“Female,” the blond stressed. “I’m not drunk enough to indulge you
again. Besides this is about my broken heart not your libido.”
The brunet snickered.
“As if you have a heart to break.” He set his empty bottle aside and rubbed the back of his neck.
Loki sank deeper into
the man’s mind, searching for details not revealed by their conversation. The brunet’s name was Josiah and the blond was Chase or Charles. Was Chase a modern diminutive for Charles? How odd. No, it had been a progression, from Charlie to Charles to Chase. The two had a long and convoluted past together. Threads of their lives interwove and tangled until it was nearly impossible to distinguish one from the other.
“
Fine,” Josiah grumbled, drawing Loki back to the present. “We’ll stick to women. Blonde, brunette or redhead?”
Chase
drained his beer then leaned his head against the back of the chair. He looked as if he’d make his selection then he shook his head and sighed. “I don’t think I want to play this time. I wasn’t ready for it to be over with Vanessa.”
“
You’re just pissed because she dumped you. It’s easier on the ego when it’s the other way around. A wise man once told me that the best way to get over one lover is to—”
“Get on top of the next. Yeah, I know. Don’t quote me to me. It’s redundant.”
Pushing to his feet, Josiah crossed the room, his stride not quite steady. He made it to the large picture window and opened the horizontal blinds. Loki couldn’t see anything but shadows beyond the glass, but Josiah seemed to be looking at something in particular.
“How about Katie?
” Wistfulness crept into Josiah’s tone, making his voice deeper and slightly rough. “We’ve both wondered what she’s hiding under those baggie scrubs.”
“Sweet, innocent
Katie from across the street?” Chase laughed and waved away the suggestion. “I think she’s still a virgin.”
Josiah
closed the blinds then turned from the window, but remained across the room. “Vanessa was dark, sensual and sophisticated.”
“Not to mention a
world-class bitch.”
Ignoring the outburst, Josiah continued
. “Katie is sweet, honest and uncomplicated. They couldn’t be more different. Seducing Katie will be the perfect distraction.”
The blond stilled, his gaze narrowed
as his expression grew serious. “The people we’ve chosen so far have all been players. Katie doesn’t deserve to be anyone’s ‘distraction’.”
“She doesn’t deserve to be flirted with and romanced? What girl wouldn’t enjoy the attention of two
eligible bachelors?”
“Eligible for what?”
Chase scoffed. Then after a long pause he said, “I’m not sure she’d welcome attention from either of us.”
“There’s only one way to find out
.”
Loki switched his attention to the blond, needing to understand his perspective.
Chase fidgeted as his befuddled mind flirted with possibilities. Katie was the kind of girl his parents would adore. She was responsible and dependable, easy going and… But he liked fire in a woman, needed his lovers to match his intensity. He could just imagine how Katie would responds if he ever brought out a pair of handcuffs. And Josiah was even worse.
Loki pulled back. The human’s rambling narrative was making him dizzy.
“She’s adorable, in that I-don’t-know-I’m-beautiful sort of way,” Chase finally composed his thoughts enough to speak. “But she’s so damn young.”
“
She’s two years
older
than you.”
“How do you know how old she is?” Chase snapped to attention, a bit of his stupor evaporating.
“We’ve lived across the street from her for five years and I work from home. I’ve occasionally spoken with most of our neighbors.” Chase had no reply to that so Josiah went on. “We don’t have to let it go as far as it usually goes. As soon as she indicates a clear preference the other person can back off.”
“And if she doesn’t indicate a clear preference? How will we determine the winner?”
Josiah shrugged then ambled back toward the sofa. “This race is yours.” He plopped down on the couch and spread out on his back, folding his hands behind his head. “You define the finish line.”
“First kiss.”
“Way too easy.”
“I’m not going to fuck her to win this bet.”
Turning his head, Josiah glared at Chase. “You don’t think she’s fuckable?”
“That’s not what I meant.” He pushed his
hand through his hair, obviously agitated. “If and when I sleep with Katie, it won’t be to win a bet.”
“If you
’re interested in her, why haven’t you asked her out?”
Chase
gazed off into the distance, his features tight. “Until a few weeks ago, I had a girlfriend. Why haven’t you?” The challenge in his tone was unmistakable.
“I’ve been thinking about asking Katie out for
months. Just haven’t gotten around to it.”
His only response
to the claim was a disbelieving smirk. “First one she
agrees
to sleep with wins. But I’ll only play if you promise to back off regardless of who wins the bet.”
Josiah
sat up and swung his feet to the floor. “If she agrees to sleep with me first, I still have to back off?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I know how easily nice girls fall
for your brooding bullshit.”
He scooted to the edge of the sofa and rested his forearms across his knees.
“Really? When’s the last time I screwed around with a
nice
girl?”
For a long
time they just stared at each other. Loki scanned the blond. His mind was full of sexual images, all of them featuring a curvy female with golden brown hair and big green eyes. Loki shifted his focus back to Josiah and found his mind even more conflicted. He was imagining himself with the same female, obviously Katie. But he also pictured Chase participating in several of the scenes. Were these two men lovers or was it simply a development Josiah was hoping to experience?
“I wouldn’t mind getting to know her better,
” Chase finally broke the silence. “But I don’t want her hurt by our game.”
Josiah
eased back and slowly relaxed. “I won’t sleep with her until after the bet has been decided, but that’s all I’ll promise.”
Chase
shrugged and reached for another beer. “Once she realizes our sudden interest was the result of a bet, we’ll both be on her shitlist anyway.”
“Probably
,” Josiah muttered, but he didn’t sound convinced.
Loki had heard enough.
There was nothing new here, nothing unique. Except for Josiah’s interest in Chase. That was a bit unusual. Still—
“
What would it take for you to take it seriously?” Chase asked.
“A relationship?”
“Yeah. What would a woman—or a man—have to do to make you want forever?”
It was strange to hear men talk about commitment
. Intrigued, Loki momentarily postponed his departure.
Dark eyes locked with blue as Josiah pondered the question. Loki didn’t think he’d answer then
Josiah said, “They’d have to look at me the way they look at you.”
Chase tensed, clearly unnerved. “What
the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re the
goddamn standard, every mother’s dream for her daughter. I’m dark and twisted, no one’s idea of a hero.”
“I
f I’m such a catch, why am I still single?” Chase scratched at the bottle’s label with his thumbnail, avoiding Josiah’s gaze.
“You’re single by choice and you know it. What would make you give up the hunt?”
“Balance.” He glanced up then went back to destroying the label. “I want a woman who’s smart and funny, independent without being bitchy, a lady in public but an animal in private.”
Josiah laughed. “I think
it’s more likely someone will find me heroic than you finding someone with all those characteristics.”
“Then we play the game?”
He set the beer on the end table as he waited for his friend’s response.
Josiah
nodded. “I’m in, but the first move is yours.”
Loki released the scene and allowed his perspective to expand. Drawing back slowly, he viewed the living room and then the entire house. Situated on a large lot and surrounded by mature trees, the angular modern architecture seemed out of place in the stately neighborhood. Developers were tearing down old, less marketable houses and building “
McMansions”, hoping to attract younger, affluent buyers.
Turning his attention to the house directly across the street, Loki paused. The classic Victorian
, with its steep roof and wraparound porch, was much smaller and less assuming than many of the homes surrounding it, but it was well maintained and charming. He released his hold on the physical realm and scanned the interior. The sole occupant was in the largest of the three bedrooms, upstairs at the front of the house. She sat in bed watching TV, apparently unaware that she was prominently featured in her neighbors’ conversation.
She suddenly muted the TV and looked around. Loki
eased back, allowing the scene to blur for a moment. Many humans could sense his presence, but most brushed the sensation aside when their eyes didn’t reveal the source of their disquiet. Humans were ridiculously dependent on their sight.
“Hello?
” she persisted, throwing back the covers.
Drawstring shorts and a clingy tank top clearly outlined her figure as she crawled out of bed. Not quite tall enough to be termed leggy, Katie had a nicely rounded ass and well-shaped legs. And her breasts were plump and full, delightfully so
, considering her tiny waist. Why would she hide a figure like this under unappealing clothes?
“I know someone’s here. Either show yourself or leave.”
Her voice was remarkably calm, her expression revealing nothing. Loki was tempted to appear to her, just to see if he could rattle her cage. Regardless of the men’s impression of this female, she was not some shrinking violet. With a little help from a wise adviser, she could easily teach the “players” a lesson they wouldn’t soon forget.
