Possession (Part 7, page 1 of 1)

It was late when we drove upto the exclusive country club that my roommate frequented with her beau. I’d been there before but never alone.

Now the recklessness of my action began to swamp me. Was I doing the stupidest thing ever? Should I ask the cabbie to turn round and take me back?

Even as I debated, the door swung open. The doorman waited expectantly for me to step out. We had arrived.

I stepped out , swaying slightly on unfamiliar heels.

The man at the door smiled politely and asked me in a smooth voice if I was with someone. As I hesitated, someone cupped my elbow and a deep, husky voice said, “The lady is with me.”