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By Carla Pearce

The grim, dismembered body looked so real, Liam moved his gaze, frightened that his imagination would shortly make it breathe as well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carla Pearce
• Release date: Nov 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463943571

Carla Pearce

I'm an independent erotica author who lives with her incredibly supportive husband and our baby, Nina, the dog. My fascination with human sexuality and everything erotic and sensual goes beyond writing. Having studied arts taught me to think creatively and concentrate on what's truly important in life - love and passion. Oh, and periodically some raw, carnal sex, of course, just to keep the fire burning.

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‘Mr Johnson?’ The secretary hung up the phone and lifted her sharp brown gaze through a thick pair of glasses, ‘You may see our sales advisor now.’

‘Thank you.’ A thin young man in his mid twenties stood up and walked to the door on the left of the reception.

Anxious and questioning whether he should go through with it up to the last moment, Liam nervously pushed the door and stepped inside the office. It was a narrow space with high walls, impeccably painted eggshell white. A dark-haired man subtly spun to the sides in a heavily coated, comfortable patent leather office swivel chair. He was holding his hands together and from the expression on his face he was deep in thought – a few wrinkles showed on his forehead and around his eyes.

For a moment nothing happened. The sales advisor (if it was he) hadn’t looked once at his prospective customer once since Liam’s entrance and the newcomer found this somewhat disconcerting. It didn’t help that on one hand Liam was eager to the point of exhilaration to try the latest technological wonder of a machine that could be handy around the house. But on the other hand, he also almost couldn’t let go of a (to him, completely understandable and natural) fear of change – a fear that gripped him to the point where a large part of him almost wished he’d leave with nothing.

Freshly covered in paint walls started to irritate Liam as the man still ignored him and the moments ticked by. The office was so plain and lacked any kind of decoration, he couldn’t help feeling impatient. On top of that, the man with a threateningly orderly mop of burned chestnut hair didn’t appear to be moving at all. Even more moments passed without the salesman moving a single finger. An impression that his poker face and almost too splendidly ironed attire was machine like, sank into Liam’s mind.

‘I have an appointment...’ Liam finally spoke, frustrated with the lack of response from his sales advisor.

‘Yes, I know.’ The man turned his head in an almost severed, mechanical fashion and gazed at Liam, ‘You’re here to try our build-it-yourself package, I understand. Is that right?’

Relieved that a response was finally forthcoming, Liam croaked a reply. ‘Yes, I