Daisy doesn’t think she is going to like college. Her sheltered Christian upbringing in a small town didn’t prepare her for life in the city and it certainly didn’t prepare her for Jessica, her promiscuous new roommate from New York who likes to poke fun at her innocence. Things change when Jessica doesn’t show up for the first day of class.

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Daisy felt shivers creep up her spine and goose bumps spread over her arms. Every second of her life had been spent training to avoid exactly this type of situation, but there was something about the dark mansion that made her want to see inside. As her gaze lingered on the architecture she felt a sudden spell of lightheadedness. There was a faint hint of incense on the evening breeze. Daisy looked around, trying to find the source of the smell, but she could see nothing but oak trees and darkness. As the aroma filled her head the muscles in her neck and shoulders, usually tense with stress, started to relax.

Daisy blinked her eyes and rubbed her arms. “I’m a little cold and feeling a little weird. Let’s go in for a bit so I can sit down.”

Jessica grinned, her eyes shimmering in the dark. She took Daisy by the hand and led her down the walkway to the mansion. As they approached the house two giant mahogany doors opened on their own. Daisy thought it was a novel touch to have the old entrance equipped with motion-controlled automatic doors. Crossing the threshold, the intoxicating scent she had smelled outside grew stronger, making her feel more lightheaded.

They stood in a massive foyer lined with ancient paintings. Walking towards them was the most beautiful woman Daisy had ever seen. The woman stood 5’ 9’, and her jet black hair hung almost to her waist. It was hard to tell her age. She looked to be in her late twenties, but her posture and poise was that of someone much older, from a different era even. She was wearing a black dinner dress that would have been considered obscene at most restaurants, cut wide in the front, exposing most of her breasts. Around her neck, she wore a thin, black velvet choker that accentuated her pale neck and chest.

Amelia Moore

Livros