Dancer
Emma Clark
language
(Deliciously Fiendish Fiction, Nov. 2, 2013)
Samantha and Allison have been friends since high school. Now nineteen, these college drop-outs visit a new nightclub where Samantha meets a gorgeous back-up dancer.She doesn't realize he's a jerk until it's too late.Life gradually worsens for Samantha, then tragedy hits her beloved best friend, sending Samantha on a vindictive, vengeful path. A path that could end in someone's death.But Samantha's no longer using her head. All she wants is to make The Dancer pay for his sins.One way or the other, one of them will pay.DANCER - a novellaThemes: NA, revenge, dark erotica, bondageExcerpt:My feet rooted to the floor, couldn't budge an inch. Couldn't stop staring at his eyes, emerald-green and cold as ice. Colder than even Caleb's icy stare.Emotionless. Soulless. Unnerving."Why are you standing there? There's dishes to be served. Stop wasting time," snapped Joe the restaurant manager. Legs apart, arms crossed, he stood in the center of the bustling kitchen.I exhaled, braced myself for what I had to do--serve a meal to The Dancer's table. It was either that or get fired, when I needed the money now more than ever.Christ almighty. Here we go.Within a large crimson area, scattered tables were draped in maroon and seated diners enjoyed pricey meals amidst the occasional flash and tinkling of silver.The Dancer got closer, flicked his smoldering gaze my way.He didn't recognize me. I could tell.Furious once I reached his table, I thrust the dish-filled tray in his face, stopping inches from his nose.How I wanted to break that perfect nose and slam my fist into his perfect mouth.