SUBTLE PLEASURE, Just say yes!

Chapter 6

Pamir Carppo vs. Cambilly Spencer

A difficult days night.

Subtle Pleasure, just say yes.

Cambilly Spencer POV

Cambilly's eyes gleamed with confusion and she was flushed.

Heat... It was bitterly cold outside, but she felt a heat in her skin that she had never felt before.

"Are you alright? You feel warm," Sandy said placing both hands on Cambilly's face bringing her back to her sad reality.

"What's wrong?" Sandy noted Cambilly's extremely perplexed expression and asked more questions.

"You were out here for far too long in this weather," Sandy said as she drew Cambilly inside and tucked her coat in.

Cambilly's brain was not cooperating at all. She needed a considerable amount of time to process what had happened.

Sandy waved a hand in front of Cambilly's face as she glanced up at the clock noticing the time, Cambilly said, "I am okay."

"Are you certain?" Sandy asked, and a knot formed in Cambilly's stomach. It growled caught both of there attention.

Sandy chuckled softly, "I am not sure what you were doing out there. You are hungry."

Despite not having eaten breakfast this morning and the fact that lunch had long passed, Cambilly did not feel particularly hungry.

She needed Sandy to not hover over her or draw attention to her like she had the last time because she was tired at the moment from difficult days night. Being a paranoid person, Cambilly thought that everyone was observing her every move so in an effort to keep herself hidden. She laughed, "The hours are catching up to me," Cambilly said and Sandy gave her a sidelong glance.

It was just like Sandy to hover over Cambilly like a possessive big sister, it came naturally to her and she seriously mothered her around.

"You should get something to eat," Sandy said and Cambilly nodded, but noticed the diner had begun to fill up again.

"There are only a few empty seats," Cambilly explained, and Sandy turned to face the crowd noting they needed to get back to work.

"Look at that," Sandy exclaimed, and they rushed to assist customers putting the entire conversation to rest but Sandy was around Cambilly long enough to know when something wasn't right.

Even though they were not sure how deep Cambilly's waters run, everyone at the diner knew who her husband was, and they had not missed the marks and bruises that she had mysteriously appeared with.

.....

Cambilly took in a deep breath, she was bone tired. They had been working for hours on stop, she stretched out her arms and let out an exaggerated yawn while they began to clean up.

She opened the back foyer, dragged the huge container out, and closed the door behind her when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glass and had a sudden vision of the man in the alley. "Stop it! Stop that, Cam," she uttered, willing her mind to let it go and concentrate on the current task.

She had derived a plan to store every category of waste in separate disposal bags and it was easier that way to dispose of. After a smooth disposal of their daily usage, it was late. She walked across the narrow pathway and braced the cold concrete to relieve the tension in her shoulders. She closed her eyes for a brief second and sighed out loud.

"Oh God Cambilly. What is wrong with you," she uttered to herself. She put her hand over her face and signed, but remembered those dark, frightening and imposing eyes. She found herself replaying the entire experience throughout her shift because of how they tormented her, how they captivated her, and the impression his present made on her this morning.

Then the air teemed with that tantalizing smell Cambilly knew so well. "NO, No," her heart began to raced.

Her nostrils are pierced by that potent, familiar, sense-tingling scent once more, and she can almost feel its sharpness in her chest. She was delighted by it, and she paid close attention this time, blocking out any other thoughts because nothing had ever smelled so good to her. It was like a coat around her. She felt like it enveloped her and summoned senses she was unaware was concealed deep within her.

The essence of old wood spice and his male musk and something she couldn't describe. She didn't know what to make of it.

Two steps and her heart began to beat wildly in her ears the closer she got to the scent-how terrified she was. Two times a week she took out the trash and never had she ever smelled anything this intoxicating before in this alley. It smelled like the man of her dreams.

Too bad she had long given up on the notion of dreams.

Cambilly shook her head but continued with slow steps hoping to get another glimpse.

Slowly she peeped around the corner and it was the man from this morning.

She had to look, so she did not care that the chilly, seductive air touched her bare skin once more. Her curiosity would never let her stand still.

But this time, she came face to face with a broad chest, dressed in a black overcoat with chest plate like steel.

She slowly looked up, tilting her head, and at that point she wished she hadn't.

It frightened her but she had never been so impressed by anyone before.

Extremely good-looking NO scratched that he was exquisite, the best-looking man she has ever seen but with a dark aura. His dark eyes were staring straight at her like he was scrutinizing her down to her soul. His lips were drawn in a thin line and anger was radiating from his body.

She stumbled back and braced the building separated by the narrow pathway. She took in a deep breath. No multiple breaths and held it with the way he looked so bad... No dangerous and just as cruel.

Who could ever handle a man like that she wondered holding onto her chest.

Surprised that he would be in this dark alley again she wondered... For a startling moment, she was completely mesmerized by those dark eyes holding her bound like a captive like he casted a spell with his scent as he gazed back at her.

This... This was another level, like nothing she'd ever experienced. Sure she was a bundle of nerves most of the time but this... This was different.

His eyes held such sadness like she was staring at herself in the mirror. Like he needed to be held. She reached out and raked her hands through her hair to stop herself from reaching out and holding him close to her.

She couldn't help but take another glance so she turned again, their gaze clashed again sending jolts right down to her toes.

This man was mysterious and alluring. His eyes were cold like they weren't sad a moment ago, he looked robust dressed in plain black, and outright cruel as imaginable.

Cambilly gulped hard his gaze felt like he had run cold fingers along her spine awakening a pulse that had never been there. Then... Then like they were scorching through her skin.

She reached out and put a hand on the wall for support. Cambilly had to brace for support.

No! no no no, this wasn't the type of temptation she needed. Who is he? she wondered. Where did he come from? What was he doing here? She kept questioning herself.

She was so confused by her reaction and turned on her toes, thinking it must be the devil in all black.

Poor Cambilly, she could not even begin to understand the feelings coursing through her body. She did not know how to act; she wanted to laugh hysterically, cry bitterly, shake, and giggle.

Then, a few steps later, she was frozen. She reasoned that there was not a wall in the middle of the alley.

"I know they weren't," she blurted out in confusion before turning to face another attractive man with kind eyes.

Cambilly flushed a fiery red. Looking into those eyes, she prayed that her legs would run and hoped against hope that she would not die. Then she pleaded for both of her legs to stay under her.

From where did the other one emerge? She wondered. Though Cambilly's mind was racing, she was certain that this was no dream. She was aware that she was in the rear alleyway behind Pearl's dinner. Still, she tried to blink away what she did not know in an attempt to ignore her confusion and overwhelming anxiety.

As Cambilly tried to make sense of her unsettling senses, she began to tremble, feeling as though everything was wrong.

If she does not turn around and leave now, she might lose herself tonight. NO RUN! Her senses screamed at her.

She took a step backward, but when she realized that both of the men were in front and behind her, she was astounded. Then, she experienced strange emotions that were both exciting and unsettling, leaving her unsure of whether or not she was afraid.

"Take her," said the first man she encountered. His Adam's apple caught her attention, and she swallowed hard as two more men emerged from the shadows.

"Please," she began begging the men, but as soon as he grasped her hand, she experienced a sudden surge of strange sensations that sent goosebumps up her arms and knotted her stomach.

With a blank expression, Cambilly nodded to him and comprehended when the man with the gentle eyes placed a finger on his lips.

She felt he would not hurt her, but he was pointing a gun right at her, and she knew he would not hesitate to use it if necessary.

"Please don't kill me," she said staring at him.

He raised his brows.

She felt a chill go down her spine as he growled, "Your husband knows."

"Hus... Husband?" She stumbled over her words and watched him the whole time. He was so composed, and she wondered how he did it when she was panicking in every fiber of her being.

"Take her," the man repeated.

And...

Without thinking, Cambilly just ran.