SUCCUBUS HEAT
Chapter One
Sleeping with my therapist was a bad idea.
I knew it too, but I couldn't really help it. There were only
so many times I could hear "Why don't you explain that"
and "Tell me how you feel." So, I finally snapped and decided
to show the guy how I felt. I've gotta say, for a decent guy who
had never cheated on his wife, he wasn't that hard to take advantage
of. And by "not hard," I mean "ridiculously easy."
His pseudo morals gave me a strong succubus energy fix, and
when you consider that what we did was probably the most
productive thing that ever took place on his couch, it was almost
like I did a good deed.
Still, I knew my boss was going to be pissed, seeing as he
was the one who'd ordered me to seek counseling in the first
place.
"Do not tell Jerome," I warned my friends, tapping my
cigarette against the ashtray. "I don't want to deal with that
kind of fallout."
My friends and I were sitting at a booth in Cold July, an
industrial club down in Seattle's Belltown district. The place
was dark and loud, with crisscrossing pipes on the walls and
ceiling f ... read full excerpt from: Succubus Heat ebook
