Page 28 of Elusive Embrace

“Excuse me?”

“Zuul is the safe word. He’s obsessed with Ghostbusters.”

“I’m not sure what to say to that but I’m looking forward to hearing how you two get on,” she gives me a last smile before we wrap up the session.

I rush from her office and jump into my car. I’m a woman on a mission.

We agreed to meet later to go for a walk around the village and check out everyone’s Halloween decorations. Although we don’t usually go wild with Halloween, this year the village council helda competition for the best decoration and some people really went all out.

But I don’t want to wait that long to talk to him. I stop my car outside his house and shake my head. He’s installed green lights in a cauldron and there are skulls hovering above the entrance. Of course he has prepared something for the kids.

I zip up my Ghostbusters overalls and head to the door. I ring the doorbell and the minute I do some spooky music starts.

“Happy Halloweee—" Matt shouts as he opens the door but he freezes when he sees me.

“Nat?” Immediately worry shows on his face.

“Don’t look so worried. I’m here for my fajitas,” I hold up a shopping bag.

“I thought we were meeting in town?” he says blocking the door.

“Change of plan,” I giggle and push past him.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea—” I stop him from talking by pressing a kiss to his lips. At first he freezes but when I lick over his bottom lip he cups the back of my head and gently pushes me against the nearest wall. His tongue slides over mine causing a zing to shoot straight to my clit.

The doorbell chimes and the spooky music starts again causing a group of kids to cheer.

“Fuck,” Matt hisses. He throws me a confused look before answering the door in his most dramatic Halloween voice.

I use the opportunity to take my shopping bags to the kitchen and unpack the ingredients for him to cook me fajitas. I’ve tried to make them myself but he adds some kind of magic which makes his always taste a million times better.

As the door falls into the lock I notice some white paw prints on the hardwood floor.

“Nat?” Matt calls out.

“What are these?” I point at the floor when Matt finds me.

“They are, well… Egon walked through some paint.”

“Are you renovating?” I ask. He hasn’t mentioned anything to me.

“Yes,” he avoids my eyes and rubs the back of his neck nervously. I don’t like it.

“Zuul,” I whisper and his expression changes immediately. “What are you hiding Matt?”

“I… let me show you,” he links his fingers with mine and guides me upstairs. But we don’t stop on the first floor and he takes me to the stairs leading to the attic instead.

“What—”

“Wait and see,” he says with a wink, leading me up the creaky stairs. My heart’s racing as we reach the attic. We step into a large space with two walls of it under the eaves. The sloped ceiling at those ends might make it a bit of a squeeze for anyone taller, but at five foot seven I can just about stand up straight.

There are black shelves on one side just waiting to be filled with books and bits and bobs. In the corner to the right of the door is a small counter with a sink, microwave, and a little fridge.

Across from the bookshelves is a comfy seating area with some armchairs, a big coffee table, and—my heart skips a beat—a chaise longue. I’ve always wanted one of those.

But the real star of the room is the large window at the far end. In the daytime it must have an incredible view of the countryside but right now all I see is our reflection in the dark glass. There’s a cushioned reading nook built into the window bay, the perfect spot to curl up with a book.

“What is this?” I ask, still taking it all in.

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