Lydia

You know it’s Lydia before you even see her. The clacking of her red high heeled stilettos is distinctive. Oddly, you never hear the rhythmic beating of her heart.

She grins at you. “I just put in a requisition to borrow you.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to go back to the mailroom. You get to spend some time with me.”

She poses showing a ripe sexuality that you wish you had.

“What are we doing?”

She pulls you into an embrace, kissing your lips and teasing your back with sharp fingernails. She breaks the kiss.

You blush and blurt out. “I have a boyfriend!”

Lydia laughs a whimsical, musical laugh. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

You step back. “I don’t know why I said that. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m straight though,”

She laughs. “So am I. Let’s go out and have some fun. I promise no more kissing unless you kiss first.”

You nod. “Ok, where are we going?”

“That depends. Tell me Jessica, what do you think of vampires?” She rasps sexily.

“I...I...”