Page 6 of Zeus's Sinner

"Oh, no worries. Um, why don't you go around the front way. I'm sure Mother Superior will be more than happy to help you." She says, her voice a soft erotic sound. Desire rockets through my body and I pull my coat down slightly to hide the bulge I'm sure is evident in the front of my pants.

"Ah, my truck is actually further that way, I'd rather not leave it there unattended if I don't have to. It's only a few questions about the father, surely you can help me?" I take another step closer. "I don't mean you any harm, but I don't want to waste the extra time it would take to get all the way to the front of the convent." I shrug but keep my eyes on her. She doesn't look like any nun I've seen outside the pages of a dirty magazine. My cock gets even harder at the thought.

I'm surprised she's not more aggravated, instead she seems utterly entranced. I don't know many people of the cloth, but I was certain that they did spend some time outside. Surely, she's seen a man before. I'm handsome, but I'm not delusional enough to think I'm the best-looking man she's ever seen.

"Sure, of course, one moment." The woman drops the rag she was using to wipe down the ornate windows onto the the stone ground and walks in my direction slowly. The soft clank of the beads wrapped around her waist as she moves capture my attention and I find my eyes locked onto her. Her hips sway sensually and even though I can't see what's under the cloth, part of me knows that she's built like a man's wet dream under that drowning fabric. I don't have a problem finding a woman to bury myself into but something about a woman that no one else can have is a prize in itself. I find myself staring at her body instead of her face and only look up when I realize that she's close, but the metal fence still hasn't opened.

"Is there a problem?" I keep my voice light.

"I'm not really supposed to open this gate..." She says, as she holds her small hand up hesitantly by what I'm assuming is the lock. So unsure.

"Even if it's for a good reason? Aren't you gals supposed to help those in need?" I joke and she smiles back at me. A deep dimple shows on her pale face. She bites her bottom lip for a second before she slides the hinge lock back and pushes the gate open slightly, not allowing me in, but instead moving closer to me. With a tilt of her hip, she blocks my path inside.

"How can I help you?" She tries to keep a business tone. The redness of her cheeks, the only sign I have that she's affected by me.

"I apologize for the intrusion, I'm Mr. Reese." I put my hand out for her to shake, and she does politely. Her hands are soft and small enough that they barely wrap around my own. I rub my thumb over the back of her knuckles, and her pupils go wide at the sensation. A soft gasp brushes past her lips, and I have the strangest feeling that this might be the first time in a long time that a man has touched her.

It makes sense as a sister she's taken a vow of chastity, and that just makes her all the more tempting to me.

Fuck, I'd do just about anything to see what she looks like coming on my dick.

"No intrusion." She replies but doesn't pull her hand away.

"I'm glad, it's not everyday I get a chance to meet a woman of the cloth as beautiful as you. It would've been a shame if I missed this opportunity." With that, she tugs her hand back and fiddle with her sleeves.

"I thought you said you had some questions about Father Joseph?" She squints her eyes at me, and I remember that I'm here for a reason. I might have gotten sidetracked a bit, but I need to get back on track.

"Yes, that's right. I was supposed to be conducting some business with the father, but I haven't been able to get in contact with him for a few days. I was wondering if there was a time when he was regularly here or if there were any other places that I might be able to find him, so we can discuss our business?" I do my best to keep things vague, and it's the first time she looks at me like I'm full of shit. A bit of the personality I'm sure she had before she joined the order.

"Business? What kind of business could he possibly have with someone like you?" She asks and not it's my turn to smile at her.

"Oh, your dear Father Joseph does a lot of business with me and the organization that I work for. It's why we were so shocked when we all of a sudden couldn't get in touch with him. Do you know if anything has happened to him as of late?"

"No... he could be missing your calls because of his work with the festival coming up. The entire congregation is getting ready for it. He'll be there for the next eight days providing the storm stays out over the water long enough, if not, then he may be out there longer." She replies, folding her arms over her chest in the process.

"I see, and what kind of festival is this? Like a street fair or something like that?"

She tilts her head and pokes her lip out slightly before she answers, "Not so much a street fair. It's actually more educational and a resources type of fair. The people giving the fair are there solely to help those in need. There will be resources for people who are looking for housing. Resources for people that are looking for employment. There are even resources for those that are looking for a higher calling. That's where our church comes in. Father Joseph preaches the word for all those that need to hear it. Anytime we have one of these festivals, our small congregation grows by a few members. It's really a good way to get the word out about us." She nods, and I nod along with her.

"Wow, that sounds remarkable. I'm sure Father Joseph would never miss something like that. I'm sure I'll be able to catch him there."

She smiles at me again, and I watch in amazement as her eyes slowly wander down my body. I stay still as to not distract her. It's not like I wasn't just doing the same to her.

"You know, I never did get your name?" I say when her eyes settle right on my groin area.

"Hmm, oh dear, I'm sorry. I'm Sister Inessa." She says and looks away, her cheeks a bright red now.

That flare of embarrassment only excites me more.

"It's so very nice to meet you, Sister Inessa. Thank you again for your help." I tell her and take a step back. I don't want to scare her and as much as I want to stay here and just look at this woman all day, I do have things that I have to do. One in particular is finding a way to get some transportation over to the main land. I'm not looking forward to riding that small plane again, so I'm hoping there's a ferry or something that I can take.

"You have a good day and God bless you." Sister Inessa says and smiles one last time before she takes a step back and closes the gate. I make a mental note of where the latch to the lock is, just in case I need to come back when there's no one around. This is a good way for me to get back in. I'm hoping I don't have to harm anyone staying here, especially the sexy, modest Inessa, but I'll do it if I have too. If I do have to I'm hoping that I'll be able to spare her. Such a waste of beauty if I'd have to get rid of her too.

When I turn to walk back to the truck, my brain struggles to think about the next steps I'll have to take to get in touch with the priest and how to see this gorgeous nun again. She did say the entire congregation was getting ready for the festival, so maybe that means she'll be there too. My mind replays Marko's warning and the fact that I need to keep this job under wraps. Getting into a sisters pants may be just scandelous enough to cause a scene. Which is exactly what we don't want to happen at this point.

Still,I've never had a nun react to me the way Sister Inessa has and even though I know I should be strong-arming the priest, seeing the way her cheeks flushed like that only makes me all the more intrigued to find out more about Sister Inessa.

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