Alice – black & white ~ erotic fiction

It’s been a while since the desire to write has taken hold of me. It thrills me to no end that when that desire struck, it focused on my WIP novel. Forgive me. This piece is very raw and has only seen the smallest bit of editing. It is what it is: a start. And for that, I’m grateful. #amwritingagain

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It took an act of God to convince Erich to let me return to my rooms alone. There was no way to gauge whether he’d left or whether he stood lurking in the shadows. I had to trust that he’d accepted my promises to return to him in the morning. There was unfinished business between Noam and myself and no time to waste second-guessing the situation. I had no choice but to track Noam down and silence him.

A glance at the clock showed that I had nine hours until Erich showed up to collect me and my belongings. I hoped it was enough.

It took two hours to gather everything I planned to take with me to Erich’s apartment. I left the window shades open and all the lights on. If Erich was out there in the darkness, I wanted to make sure he saw me. I spent another hour in a hot bath then made a big show of closing up for the night.

Once the shades were drawn and the lights out, I moved quickly, feeling the pinch of time. The lingerie from Erich seemed appropriate attire to wear under my disguise though wearing it meant I had to leave my breasts unbound. The uniformed shirt was large enough to hide my feminine form so long as no one gave me more than a passing glance. Dressing as a man had become routine enough that it took only minutes to transform myself.

The first shadow of doubt stole over me. What if Noam had been telling the truth, not only about Moshe but also about my father? Moshe was dead and until a few short hours ago, I’d believed my father was dead as well. Noam hadn’t said where my father was. I had to assume he’d been deported to a camp along with all the countless others. He could be anywhere or nowhere. Regardless, it didn’t matter whether he was alive or dead other than my own selfish desire to rescue the one person who still loved me. The only way to save him lay in my ability to carry out my orders.

I stood in the dark quiet of my bedroom, steeling myself for the pivotal next five minutes. There were only two scenarios that would play out: either Erich would be waiting for me or he wouldn’t. If he were, everything would come to a screeching halt. There was a distinct possibility that less than ten minutes from now, I’d be dead or dying.