Mika gets Adam

“I'm going to send Adam in here to talk to you.” Mika told Winlay popping agilely to her feet. “If he doesn't make you scream with pleasure this time, I'll bend him over this table and hold him down while you spank his oh-so-tight little bum!”

“Mika!” Blushed Winlay. Her friend looked so different now with her hair cut short and dressed as she was in boy's clothing, but her mischievous personality was unmistakable.

“No problem, Winlay.” Mika paused by the door and grinned over her shoulder. “I don't think he'd put up much of a fight!” Winlay pushed the image of the giant Templar captain butt naked on the table and called back her friend.

“Mika, really. Come back.” She insisted. “Adam doesn't want me. I'm telling you he could have done anything, and he walked away.” Mika walked calmly back to where Winlay stood trembling by a tall backed chair. She took Winlay's hands in hers and squeezed them firmly.

“I have a theory about that, beautiful.” Mika's voice is soothing and Winlay finds herself relaxing as she returns the girl's strong grip. “Adam knows you have a true calling. I think that made him hold back.” Winlay felt a little better, but she didn't see how that would help her deal with Adam. Mika must have sensed her concern because she steered her friend down the steps to the reflective boilers pointing to the reflection in the polished metal.

“Look at her. What do you see?” Mika asked. Winlay was silent, the reflection staring back looked nothing like her. Mika continued driving home her point. “What I see is any man's wet dream.” Winlay had to admit, this disguise made her look downright sexy. “When Adam walks in here, don't let him mistake you for that sweet little initiate of Xelta. Make sure he sees this island hotty whose only desire is to please her man.”

Winlay nodded her head silently wondering if she had the confidence she'd need to convince Adam, Mika however had no doubt. She laughed gaily and kissed Winlay on both cheeks.

“You be gentle with that big oaf,” Mika quipped “he doesn't have much experience with women.” Winlay laughed aloud as Mika skipped out of the boiler room. The next few minutes she spent nervously smoothing the sarong and running her fingers through her hair trying to picture herself as an uninhibited young woman eager to please the visiting warrior with her lush caramel-skinned body.

Would Adam come soon, or would it be Mika returning with the sad news that she had been rejected yet again.