Seducing Damian Page 5

  He walked through his whole apartment. There was no sign of her. Letting loose a string of curses, Damian walked over to his coffee pot. There was a small card sitting beside it and he picked it up, recognizing it as the one Amenitré handed him at the museum. Flipping it over, he read: Don't forget I'm expecting you.

  Walking to the phone, he picked it up to dial her number when his doorbell rang. Eagerly, Damian went and opened the door. Barely stopping the groan of disappointment, he found himself face to face with Angela.

  "Morning, Damian,” she purred.

  "What are you doing here, Angela?” Damian asked, uncomfortable with the way she was eyeing up his naked chest.

  "You said I could come and look at some books.” She batted her eyes playfully. “Are you busy?"

  He could tell she was a bit cold from the way her teeth were chattering. Sighing, he opened the door fully. “Sure, let me show you where they are at.” He turned, but swung back around as she grabbed the card from his hand. “What are you doing?” he demanded.

  "Are you calling her?” Angela questioned him as she shut the door behind her.

  "I was, not that it's any of your business. Give me the card.” Damian held out his hand.

  Instead, Angela flipped it over and looked at the back. “What does this mean?"

  Damian muttered softly, he didn't want to explain the message to Angela. “What does what mean, Angela?"

  "Well, these markings on the back. The hieroglyphics."

  Damian took the card and looked; sure enough, her message was in hieroglyphs. Odd he hadn't noticed it before, but interesting how his mind automatically translated it for him.

  "Just a saying. Nothing that would interest you,” he lied. “The books are through here."

  He showed her the way to the books before heading to his bedroom to put on a t-shirt. Damian didn't want to send Angela any signals. Dressed, he walked out of his room and saw Angela looking over his collection of books.

  "You have an amazing collection, Damian.” She turned her gaze towards him and smiled sweetly.

  "Did you find any that would help you?"

  Angela faced him completely and walked toward him, slowly unzipping her jacket. An act that showed Damian she wore nothing beneath it.

  "I want you again, lover,” she said, dropping the jacket to the floor and taking his hands to place them on her bare breasts.

  "Stop it,” he hissed, jerking away from her.

  Fury filled her gaze for a moment before she moved closer. “All this is for you, Damian. You had me yesterday, don't you want me again?” Grabbing his hand, she placed it over her smooth pussy. “Feel how wet I am for you."

  "Jesus, Angela,” he snapped, removing his hand. “Put your damn coat back on."

  The blonde woman stood there in nothing but her high heels, glaring at him. “What is wrong with you? You wanted this bad enough yesterday, why not now?"

  "I'm not in the mood."

  She scoffed. “You're a man; you're always in the mood.” Her eyes hardened. “Did you fuck that chick from the museum? That Ms. Seini?” Disgust laced her tone.

  His eyes narrowed as they focused on the woman in his apartment. “That would be none of your business."

  "Says you.” Angela curled her lip in censure. “You went from my bed to hers and it's none of my business?"

  The phone rang before he could say another word. Stopping to pick up her jacket and toss it at her, Damian went and answered the phone. “Hello?"

  A deep masculine voice reached him, “Good day, Professor Keith."

  "Good day. Who is this?” Damian was aware of Angela's gaze upon him.

  "I am Ms. Seini's assistant, Talios. She said that you had begun to call her and set up an appointment to come see her items. And that your conversation got interrupted."

  "Right, my appointment to see her artefact collection.” He wondered how the hell she was aware of any of it; he hadn't even begun to dial yet.

  "Anyway, she says you are most welcome to come tomorrow, anytime.” He delivered the message.

  "Tomorrow?” Damian asked. “That would be wonderful."

  Looking at Angela, he saw her mouth open and heard her yell, “Ask if I can come as well, Damian."

  Before he had a chance to say anything, Talios said, “Ms. Ryder is welcome to accompany you. We will see you tomorrow then.” He hung up with a click.

  Damian set the phone back down and glared hard at Angela. “I don't get what is going on with you, Angela."

  "What do you mean?” she questioned.

  "You are acting like we are a couple. We aren't.” He shook his head.

  "What we had was amazing, you can't deny it.” She moved closer to him. “I like you, Damian. You have to know that. I've been sending you signals since we met. And now that I've had a taste of what you are like in bed, I'll be dammed if I am going to lose you to a spoiled brat of a woman. Especially a black woman."

  The amount of venom he heard surprised him. “One, Ms. Seini is exceptionally beautiful. I don't see her as black, but a damn gorgeous woman. Two, you need to lose that kind of talk in my presence. We aren't a couple. What happened between us was a mistake. We work together, and shouldn't be sleeping together.” His eyes narrowed as he watched her face. “Am I making myself clear enough for you?"

  Angela's normally serene face grew mottled with anger. Damian didn't care, just turned her towards the door and helped her out of his apartment. He had things to do, and dealing with Angela was not on the list.

  "He will be gone tomorrow. You can get the stuff then.” Angela's voice was hushed as she walked through the cold day.

  "You'd better hope he won't be there,” the nasally voice warned in her ear.

  "He won't. We'll be together. And that ends my debt, right?"

  "Depends on what I get.” An evil laugh moved through the phone. “I'll call you later and let you know.” A brief pause before the man continued, “You know, if you just let me get a taste of what is between them long legs of yours and we could call it even."

  She shivered and not from the chill in the air. “Not a chance!” she hissed.

  "Your decision.” Click.

  He was gone and she hung up, casting a brief look around before continuing on her way. She felt bad for doing this, but the only man she wanted between her legs was the professor. All had been progressing well until the museum gala.

  Her eyes narrowed as she recalled how fast it seemed that Damian had forgotten about her and focused all his attention on that ... that ... other one. Just because her father was famous didn't mean she was better than everyone else.

  And I'll be damned if I lose one hell of a good fuck to a black woman! “Get your own damn man, Ms. Seini, he's mine.” The words were like shards of ice that hung in the cold air.

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  Chapter Five

  Damian drove up the paved drive to the massive home. Even Angela, who had been chatting non-stop on the two-and-a-half hour drive, fell silent as the mansion loomed before them.

  "Damn,” he muttered under his breath.

  "Look at this place,” Angela moaned. “It's huge, and gorgeous.” Shutting off his Jeep Wrangler, Damian got out, suddenly feeling like a bum at a black-tie affair. He wore jeans and a sweatshirt and he felt way underdressed. Angela climbed out and took in the surrounding view; she was dressed similarly to Damian.

  Together they moved up the marble steps to the door. It swung open before they could even press the bell.

  Angela gasped and moved closer to Damian. Talios stood before them, as imposing as he had been at the museum. He wore black slacks and a sweater that was dark grey.

  "Welcome,” he said in cultured tones with an accent Damian couldn't pinpoint.

  Stepping back, Talios used one massive brown hand to wave them into the ornate interior. “Come in, please."

  They walked across the floor, also marble from the look, and waited while Talios shut the door behind them.

>   "This is a beautiful place,” Damian said as he searched vainly for Amenitré and some artefacts. Mostly Amenitré.

  "Thank you,” Talios responded. “Please take off your jackets and follow me. There are refreshments set up just through there."

  They handed their jackets to the imposing man and followed his gesture to the next room, as he did something with their coats.

  "This place is huge,” Angela whispered to Damian as they walked into a room that displayed a table laden with refreshments.

  "Help yourselves. Ms. Seini will be with you momentarily.” Talios spoke from behind them.

  "Thank you,” Damian said, walking to the table of refreshments.

  It was a huge spread. Cheeses, crackers, fruits and meats. Like she was expecting a bunch of people. He took a piece of fruit and bit into it, enjoying the sweet juice that dripped down his throat. It was an unknown fruit to him, but he loved it.

  "Good day, Professors,” a sultry voice broke in. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I was talking with my father."

  Swallowing quickly, Damian turned and froze. Walking into the room was a vision. Correction—Amenitré didn't walk; she flowed as if she were above walking. Today his dream was clothed in black jeans and a tan sweater that fell to her knees. Red ribbons were threaded throughout her thick hair.

  "Ms. Seini,” he said, amazed at how deep his voice became.

  The sharp look Angela sent him told him she was surprised as well. “Thank you for inviting me along. I am looking forward to seeing your collection."

  "I believe you invited yourself along, Ms. Ryder, but now that you're here, we might as well get started.” Her tone was full of censure, as if she were speaking to a petulant child.

  Angela blushed and stayed quiet. Her green eyes hardened for a brief moment before softening again.

  "Would you care for anything else to eat before we get started? Perhaps there are some questions I can answer for you?” their hostess offered. “Or we could look now and, if you have questions, discuss them over, say, dinner."

  "Dinner would be wonderful,” Damian blurted out. Beside him, Angela huffed.

  With a small nod, Amenitré gestured out the door she stood by. “Very well, let us begin."

  Talios appeared and said to Angela who was first, “Follow me, please."

  They walked straight through the foyer of the home and down another passageway. Silence reigned as they moved through the hallway. Angela was beside Talios and constantly looked back to see Damian, who was walking next to Amenitré. But he was taking in the expensive décor of the place.

  Talios opened a pair of doublewide doors and stepped back. Both visitors inhaled sharply as they took in the sight before them.

  A massive room, two ballrooms in size, was laid out with artefacts. It was impressive beyond words. Damian knew his mouth was open as he gazed around the room. He felt like he had been transferred back in time to witness these creations at their birth. Their conditions were stellar. All of the glass was smudge-free. The marbled floors were spotless. The entire room was in impeccable condition.

  "Feel free to look around, just please don't touch.” Amenitré caressed Damian lightly on his ass as she moved away from him.

  Hard as the statues he was in the room with, Damian adjusted his pants a bit to ease the pressure. “Unbelievable,” he said as he moved off to explore.

  "Talios will be here to answer any questions you may have. Please excuse me. I have some matters to attend to.” Her voice trailed over his skin as he walked away. When he turned around, she was gone.

  * * * *

  "Is everything okay, Daughter?” Ra asked as he sat on his throne. “You look distressed."

  "I love him.” Her admission was blunt and totally unexpected.

  "What?” the god roared.

  "I said I loved him.” She stood tall, refusing to budge from his fury.

  "A mortal? You love a mortal?” As if she were committing a heinous crime, he lashed out with his voice.

  "Yes.” Sekhmet moved towards the throne and the imposing one in it. “I want you to meet him; he is a huge fan of yours, well, Amon Seini."

  Black eyes narrowed. “I play for no mortal."

  "Then do it for me,” she stated quietly.

  There was no noise in the great hall. Even his falcon was silent. “You know he will die, right?"

  "He doesn't have to."

  "Are you asking me to grant him immortality?” The tone was low and dangerous.

  "I, too, can grant immortality. I know the rules; I have to explain everything to him first."

  "He will know you were seducing him for your own pleasure."

  This time it was the goddess who scoffed. “Like I didn't make sure he was pleasured in return."

  Ra's voice was gentle this time. “Mortal men are very egotistic. They don't like being taken advantage of."

  "I know I may lose him with the truth, but I am taking the risk."

  "Very well. When should I arrive?"

  "You'll do it?"

  "I'll do it. That way, I will be near when you tell him."

  "I'll let you know.” For the first time in ages, she hugged him. Before she disappeared before his eyes.

  * * * *

  Damian was in Heaven. He moved slowly from piece to piece, taking the time to enjoy each one. He could spend months here just in this room.

  He stopped in front of a display of sphinxes. They showed all three variations. The Anrosphinx which had the head of a man. The Criosphinx, the version with the head of a ram. And the Hieracosphinx, the one bearing the head of hawk. Each one was in such remarkable condition, it was unbelievable.

  Glad just to be able to witness such items, he moved on. His next stop was a two-level pedestal. On the lower level sat two crowns that he took to represent Upper and Lower Egypt. The red one, Deshret, represented Lower Egypt, the northern part. The white one, Hedjet, the representation of Upper Egypt, the southern part. On the level above them sat the double-crown, or Pshent, for when the two parts were combined.

  "I have the Khepresh if you wish to see it as well.” The low tones of seduction flowed over Damian.

  He looked to his right and saw Amenitré standing beside him. Desire hit him so hard, it made his knees weak. But it was more; there was something about her that made him want to be near her. Crave her next to him, her touch, and her feel.

  "I can't believe this collection you have. I would never have dreamed to see anything like this, short of going back to Egypt or London and seeing their museums.” He touched her sweater.

  "Well, my father has been collecting them for a long time. And he doesn't like what happens to the history when they are placed in a ... a museum owned by those who care little of the true history.” She drew her finger into her mouth and sucked on it while her gaze held his. “I want to suck on your cock,” she whispered to him as Angela approached.

  "I have a question for you, Ms. Seini.” The high tones of a challenge broke through, although it did little to quell Damian's passion.

  "Yes, Ms. Ryder. What is your question?” She turned her leonine eyes to her guest.

  "Well, it's two actually. One, I was wondering if you have a degree and if so, in what? And two, there is something wrong with your busts of some of the queens of Egypt. They look nothing like the ones we see in London's museum or in most pictures depicting them today."

  One fine eyebrow arched. “No, I don't have a degree. But I know more than most people with one. As for your second question, can you explain that further?” Amenitré walked across the expanse of the room to halt in front of a glass case that housed the busts in question.

  "Well,” Angela answered in her snide professor tone as she, too, headed across to the display. “These must be fake, for they resemble nothing we see at the London Museum, or in the Egyptian Museum in Berlin."

  Damian was aghast as Angela's audacity. The arousal he had at the sight of Amenitré sucking on her finger combined with her statement faded as
embarrassment overtook him. He looked around and was mildly confused at the expression on Talios’ face. Damian didn't know him very well but it looked like there was amusement in those black eyes as he watched his mistress.

  "Of course they don't look like that. This is what they looked like, as opposed to the white or Anglo features many people tried to put on them. I mean really, Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra, please. That is an inaccurate description of the Queen.” There was disgust in Amenitré's tone.

  "She wasn't of Egyptian descent,” Angela protested.

  Her eyes turned hard. “Do you know how many people raided those tombs? You are pretty arrogant to assume that nothing was taken before the white explorers invaded the tombs. Hitler disposed of the statues that alluded too much to a non-Caucasian as royalty and the rest of the world seemed to follow his lead. The few people that speak out today are accused of trying to incite racial riots and claiming history that isn't theirs."

  The sepia-hued beauty took a deep breath. “But let me ask you something. Why would you assume that, after lines of black pharaohs and rulers, all of a sudden, the one that took up with two Romans had to be of fairer skin? Is that such a strange idea that a white man would find a black woman attractive? What about King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba?"

  Angela opened her mouth, but shut it when Amenitré waved her hand.

  "I'm not done. You dare to lecture to me about what is real. Let me tell you something, Ms. Ryder. There were times when the pharaohs of modern day Sudan were ruling Egypt; one of their pharaohs is even in your bible. Then there is the small fact that before the Greeks felt it necessary to rename the country, Egypt was known as Kemet. Kemet means ‘Land of the Blacks.” She tossed her head, sending her hair flying around her. “So before you dare insult my collection, that I know is real, I would suggest you do some more research. In fact, let me help with that. You need to leave, your presence annoys me."

  Shocked, Angela stuttered. “I ... I ... I came with Damian."

  A challenging look filled Amenitré's eyes. “Talios,” she bit out.

  "Yes, Mistress?” Talios asked as he approached.

  "Ms. Ryder needs a ride home. I grow weary of her presence.” Her tone was haughty and every bit like that of royalty.