Cream and Other Stories

By Juliette Turrell, Scarlett Knight, Alexe Andrewes and Sommer Marsden

This spicy collection from House of Erotica brings together four randy stories of delight and dirty passion by four of House of Erotica's top-selling authors!

Don't miss out on this exclusive anthology of hot short tales. The stories include Cream by Juliette Turrell, Dirty Poetry by Scarlett Knight, The Viewing by Alexe Andrewes and Barber Shop Girl by Sommer Marsden.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Apr 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781782348672

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1988.

Cream

5.45pm Friday evening, just as he was considering giving up on a complicated contract, Christopher’s attention was drawn to a new email being flagged up on his computer screen. The email had no subject line but the sender address sent adrenaline surging to his nerve endings. He opened it immediately, it contained very little, no Dear Christopher please meet me, no instructions or time, just a number ‘212’ and the name of a hotel. This hotel was not far from his office, a large monstrosity of glass and steel. He passed it most days, it had been chosen he suspected, for convenience rather than architectural splendour, it would take him roughly 5 minutes to walk there.

6pm came, clocking off time. He shut down his laptop and closed the lid, bid goodnight to his assistant and made his way out of the building.

The evening watchman called from his desk cheerfully.

Goodnight Sir, it’s a cold one tonight, watch your step, its icy already, have a good weekend Sir! he never paused, not really expecting a reply.

Good night Jack. Christopher smiled at him Have a pleasant evening. Jack saluted, beaming at his name being used.

The doors gracefully slid open onto the street and as he stepped out the cold air hit him sharp as a knife-edge. Shivering, he pulled his collar around his neck and grimaced at the dark sky, night fell to quickly on these winter days, he arrived in the dark and left in the dark, not fun.

At the edge of the pavement, waiting patiently, his driver was holding his car door open.

Sorry Alan, last-minute drinks arrangement get yourself home early for a change, I’ll get a taxi later. Alan was also all smiles at the prospect of an early night.

Yes Sir, Thank you. See you Monday. He closed the door, the world was full of happy people tonight, weekends had that effect.

Goodnight Alan, have a good weekend.

I will Sir, thank you and you too. Christopher watched the car pull smoothly into the city rush hour traffic, he narrowed his eyes against the bitter cold and gathered his thoughts as he walked briskly to the end of the block, he turned onto Main Street, picking up the pace the wind now behind him, gusting icy cold.

With long impatient strides it took him 4 minutes to reach the crossing opposite the hotel, a busy intersection in the city, the crowds ebbed and flowed as the traffic allowed. Waiting for the lights to change he observed the shoppers, commuters, couples chatting about dinner and the dog, all the time feeling comfortably invisible in the crowd, just another business man heading home. The lights were taking