One For the Vault (3/?)
Title: One For the Vault (3/?)
Fandom: True Blood
Character/Pairings: Pam/OC
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing of True Blood or its characters
Summary: Pam's found a new toy, but this one just might prove useful for her to keep around.
Chapter 3
A Dreamers Dictionary: What Your Dream is Telling You
(pg 303)
Vampire
To see a vampire in your dream symbolizes seduction and sensuality, as well a fear of death. The vampire represents contrasting images of civilized nobility and aggression. It may depict someone in your waking life whose charm may ultimately prove harmful. Deep down inside, you know that this person is bad for you, yet you are still drawn to him or her. Vampires also sometimes relate to decisions about sex and losing your virginity. Alternatively, to see a vampire suggests that you are feeling physically or emotionally drained. The vampire may also be symbolic of someone who is addicted to drugs or someone in an obsessive relationship.
**See also the meaning in action: Fighting Vampires
'Doesn't everyone fear death?' Caroline thought to herself sarcastically. Looking down at the words on the page, she shook her head at the obvious statement. Even though that line could relate to just about anyone, the rest of the passage felt like it was written specifically for her. It truly helped to explain the dreams that had been haunting her nights for the past week or so.
Caroline had only met Pam twice. Both encounters had been quite brief, yet memorable in her normally mundane life. The first one had lasted only a few short seconds, and the second just under ten minutes. Though, at least there had been more than one sentence spoken that time. Then, days after the second encounter the dreams had begun. They came to her each and every night, all of a very sexual nature. So intense and graphic that Caroline woke covered in a sheen of sweat and often breathless.
She'd never been intimate with a woman, let alone fantasized of one before. But since meeting Pam, and with the sudden start of the dreams, now even her waking thoughts drifted towards the woman. Caroline's mornings and days off passed in a blur, as she was still lost in the remnants of the previous night's dream. Most days, she was lucky enough to have work as a slight distraction, but Pam was always in the back of her mind. Especially since Fangtasia was only a few doors down from Bernadette's and she had to drive pass it each work day.
Wondering if she would find 'lesbian' in the index of the dream dictionary, Caroline quickly thumbed through the pages.
"Earth to Caroline." Her head snapped up at the sound of her name being called. Her eyes widened, as she noticed most of her coworkers looking in her direction. "Would you mind putting the book away, so that we can start the meeting?"
"Sorry," Caroline replied in a small voice. Dana snickered at her from her seat across the room, enjoying her embarrassment a little too much. She shut the book and stowed it away in her purse with quick hands, cursing inwardly. She'd even arrived early for the staff meeting, and was now mortified for now being the apparent cause of its delay.
Caroline ignored the familiar warmth on her cheeks and gave her full attention towards Stephanie, the restaurant's manager and Mr. Bovill's daughter.
"Ok, before dad comes down to make his announcement, I'd like to go over a few things with you all."
Schedule changes, the list of the coming week's specials, and general announcements were given to the staff all gathered in the dining room of the restaurant. Caroline took her notes dutifully and copied her schedule as it was passed around. Her attention only taken off Stephanie when Mr. Bovill entered the room suddenly. He he moved to stand by his daughter, and his unsmiling expression was rare for his normally cheerful demeanor.
Quietly letting his daughter finish her last lecture, he glanced out at his employees with an foreign expression. "All yours, dad."
"You all know that the nearby vampire club has affected our business positively," Caroline was one of the few who gave a silent head nod in affirmation, but all eyes were on him. "Well, I've been approached by the owner to sell a bit of their merchandise. Mostly mugs and small touristy items, much like we already do for the local artists. Since their doors don't open until 9pm, they are missing out on a lot of possible sales in that department."
"You didn't agree, dad?" Stephanie interrupted with a look of horror. The shelving unit the restaurant's register was atop of did hold the pottery collection and handmade crafts of a few of the locals, but vampire products didn't exactly fit in, in the manager's opinion. Stephanie Bovill hated how close her family's restaurant was to Fangtasia. She'd even been one of the many that had signed the failed petition against the club's opening.
"I did," he answered and the staff erupted in ciaos at that moment. Various reactions over the decision were shouted out, most not in the positive. "Everyone calm down," Thomas talked over the crowd, motioning with his hands for them to lower their voices. "We're just putting in some addition shelves by the register to attract some attention as folks pay their bills."
"Are we going to be serving True Blood now too? I don't want to talk to any vamps!" Someone spoke up over the rest.
"We will be keeping True Blood on hand," he answered with a short nod. "I placed an order last night and it should be here by the end of the week."
"Dad..." Stephanie tried to reason with her father, but he cut her off quickly.
"It would be improper of me to support their merchandise, and the profit I make from them, but not to support the vampires themselves. If they choose to come to my restaurant and I do not have True Blood available, that's exactly what I'd be doing."
"They are what's improper!" Dana's shrill voice echoed. "Immoral too."
"Settle down!" Thomas shouted over the boisterous agreements to Dana's statement. "Times are changing and we are going to change with them. I didn't hear any complaints when I added more shifts with the new hours. You didn't mind the vampires then, when they were bringing in new customers and raising your wages and tips each shift." That silenced most of them, but unhappy expressions were worn by them still.
"I don't expect us to get many vampires. Since Fangtasia is so close, I'm sure they'd much rather go there," he tried to reassure. "But," his gaze was stern and the pause in his speech was weighed with importance, "...if we ever do get a vampire, and they are not treated with the same respect as our other customers, there will be consequences. Ones that could lead to an eventual termination if I choose so.
"Now, I don't expect you to push the merchandise like our lunch specials, especially if you're not comfortable with this situation yet, but you won't be negative about this. Especially to, or in front of, any of our customers ...no matter their views."
Glancing over at the deep frown on Dana's face, Caroline had to make a great effort not to smile at her coworker's frustration. She had no issues with any of Mr. Bovill's announcement. In fact, she was excited at possibility of meeting more vampires.
"I am also going to need to assign someone to be responsible for our new product line," he continued and walked around the tables as he spoke. "This person would need to take constant inventory of the products and will also be responsible for restocking the display as needed. They would be acting as liaison with the staff of Fangtasia to place the orders and receive the stock. I'd like to ask for a volunteer, since this is such an apparent issue with most of you.
"Any takers?" Most looked down, refusing to make eye contact with Thomas as he looked about the room expectantly. Even his own daughter refused to met his eyes. She still looked furious over his announcement.
From her seat in the back, Caroline watched her cowardly coworkers with a thoughtful expression. Then, she sat up a bit straighter and slowly raised her hand in the air. Her boss caught her gaze immediately, and smiled warmly to her. "Thank you, Caroline."
For the second time that day, the staff of Bernadette's looked in her direction. Some seemed grateful that she'd stepped forward and others, like Dana, looked at her with appall. She distinctly heard someone nearby mumble 'freak', but could care less at that point. Her thoughts had once again led to Pam and to her increased chances of seeing her again.
'Fear of death' indeed.
"Here is your order," Caroline smiled as she lowered the warm plate to the table. "Can I get you anything else? More to drink?"
Her customer, a pleasant older man, raised his head to reply but froze suddenly. With his mouth hanging open and the fork in his hand sagging, Caroline first thought he might be having a heart attack. Then, she quickly noticed a few nearby customers with the same expression of shock, all staring pass Caroline and towards the front of the restaurant. She looked over a shoulder to follow their eyes and spotted quickly what had shocked the customers so.
Standing just inside the restaurant's entrance was the most scantily dressed woman Caroline had ever seen in her life. The petite blonde wore an extremely short black skirt, one that was tight enough to see the outline of the thong she had on underneath. Her glittered teal top wasn't much of a top, but more of a piece of spare fabric that barely covered and contained her breasts. Her makeup was heavy and colorful, and her short hair teased high. The blonde smiled warmly to no one in particular, before approaching the counter.
Caroline walked forward with a curious expression, also noticing that the woman had a large cardboard box with her. "Hi, um...table for one?"
"Hey there! Oh, no I'm not eating," she smiled and answered Caroline with a warm southern drawl. "I'm Ginger ...from Fangtasia."
"Oh! Hello," Caroline took the hand offered in greeting, Ginger's gold bangle bracelets rattling with the motions. "I'm Caroline."
"Hi, Caroline," Ginger replied with an airy voice and a constant smile. "Nice to meet ya'."
"It's nice to meet you too." Caroline couldn't help but stare at the bite marks littered over Ginger's skin. Holes decorated her neck, shoulders, and wrists, like accessories. She averted her eyes quickly and gestured to the box at Ginger's feet, "Um, is that the merchandise?"
"Yup, sure is! Got your first order right here." She kneeled down and opened the flaps of the lid. Caroline quickly followed and kneeled down with a blush. She blocked the view up Ginger's skirt that was now offered to the closest customers. "The top selling t-shirts are at the top," she continued on, oblivious or simply unconcerned about her revealing position. "It would probably be good to put them on the upper shelves. I think. That's what we do anyway."
"Oh, thank you." Caroline replied with a genuine smile, surprised but thankful for the effort made by the staff.
"And the forms for the next couple of orders are in there too. You can drop it off at the club or our number is on it, so you can just call it in too." Looking through the shirts and other items, Caroline laughed at a few of the puns and sayings on the items. "That one's really popular," Ginger commented as Caroline held up a black shirt with bright red letters.
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"What's it like... um, working for vampires?" Caroline asked suddenly, unable to hold back her curiosity any longer. She'd self-consciously lowered her voice before asking, not wishing for her coworkers or customers to overhear and interrupt.
"It's so exciting!" Ginger practically squealed, her breast bounced nearly out of her top as she jumped a bit with her words.
Caroline grinned at her reaction, also glad to have finally met someone who was around vampires often. The fact that Ginger seemed to enjoy her job also pleased her, even if the bite marks worried her a bit. "Are you ever scared at all?"
"Well, it can get a bit intense sometimes, but it's really fun. I like meeting all the interesting people who come in. And Mr. Northman is a good boss. More fair than a lot of the others I've had."
Caroline nodded her head, taking everything in. She was glad to hear Ginger's remarks on Eric, especially since Mr. Bovill now had a business arrangement with him. Her boss was a good man, and she didn't want to see anything bad happen to his business from this deal with Eric.
"What's Pam like?" she asked, biting her lip.
"Um, well... she's hard to describe."
"Is she always so... so flirty?" Caroline asked, too impatient to wait for Ginger to elaborate. Eager to learn more about the vampire who visited her nightly in her fantasies.
"I don't think we know the same Pam, sweetie." Ginger laughed and rose to her feet. "I should get back to the club, now. Gotta be there to sign for a shipment and set up for opening. It's just me and Belinda while its light out, so there's a lot to do. But it was really nice meeting you Caroline."
"You too, Ginger."
They waved to each other with smiles, before Caroline watched her slip out the door and walk along the sidewalk toward Fangtasia. The box was heavier then it looked, as she lifted it from the floor and made her way to the backrooms. Walking along the space between the bar and the tables, many eyes peered at her from their seats. All were desperately trying to read the dark red letters printed on the one side.
The ones who were successful gasped in response.
After closing Caroline rolled her eyes as Dana quickly disappeared behind the bar, choosing to clean the small space rather than help her clean the many table surfaces that were far dirtier. She was sure she'd get stuck with sweeping and mopping the room as well, but swallowed her complaints. If she started a fight now, Dana would do even less work whenever they shared a shift.
They both looked up from their work when Mr. Bovill entered the main room suddenly. He interrupted to ask that Dana do the clean up and set next day preps tonight, so that Caroline could set up the Fangtasia merchandise display. Shock was evident on both of their expressions, but Caroline recovered quickly. Abandoning the sponge she'd been cleaning with, she walked past a fuming Dana to retrieve the box of merchandise.
Much to Caroline's enjoyment, Dana was bitter the rest of the evening. She glared often in her direction, and Caroline even heard her complaining to a few of the kitchen staff. Caroline ignored her and worked diligently on setting the display. She took to heart what Ginger had told her, and set the shelves as they were at Fangtasia. The finishing touches were put it just as Dana finished the last of the closing duties.
When the staff walked out together, Dana brushed past Caroline with a rough shoulder shove that nearly knocked her off balance. She didn't bother apologizing as she continued her stride, but Caroline wasn't too upset by it. Seeing Dana on her hands and knees, scrubbing away at spilt barbeque sauce, had been too happy of an image to let a small shove damper her current mood.
"Jeez, what's her problem?" Dale, one of the chefs, asked Caroline as they walked to their adjacent parking spots.
"Karma," Caroline replied with a smile, looking over her shoulder as Dana slammed her car door shut and sped off. A soft breeze followed their steps and she was happy for the break from the recent heat wave. Caroline never did like the heat, and if it weren't for her beloved family home she would have moved north long ago.
"What happened to you car, Caroline?" Dale asked curiously, turning her attention forward from the road.
"What do you mean?" she replied as fished her keys from her purse. Looking at her little black car with careful inspection, she could not spot anything amiss. "Nothing is wrong with it."
"Something scratched up your roof real bad. Just look at it," he moved aside so she could step forward. Rising up onto the tips of her toes, she looked over the roof and at the dents and scratches that were scattered over it."
"Holy shit! What could have done that?"
"A tap dancer maybe," he replied with a lazy grin.
His chuckle annoyed her and she replied with a dry, "Funny."
"Do you have a lot of low hanging tree branches in your driveway or something?"
"No," she answered, looking over the damage. "It's all pretty open. My family used to breed horses, so it's mostly open fields. The trees are tall, no low branches at all."
"It's not a big deal," he tried to reassure her as her frown grew. "Just a bit odd. Take it by my brother's shop this week. I'll make sure he gives you a good deal."
"Thanks." She mumbled, running her fingers over a prominent scratch close to the edge. 'What the hell had caused this?'
"Hey, so why did you volunteer for the vamp gig? Not just so Dana gets stiffed every now and then right?" he asked curiously, shifting an arm to lean against her car. With his taller frame, his step forward took up too much of her personal space.
"No, that was just a bonus," Caroline laughed softly with him, but took a step backwards. She was suddenly struck with an odd feeling of déjà vu at being trapped between a body and her car. "I was working the night two of them came in for the meeting with Mr. Bovill, and they really didn't seem so bad."
"Huh, really? I've never seen one myself. Got no real inclination to, though. So, I guess its best that I'm stuck back in the kitchens," he laughed, ruffling up his hair before replacing his baseball cap on his head.
"Guess so," Caroline forced a smile in return, eager to head home. She opened her car door, but instead of backing up like she'd hope Dale would do, he shifted to rest his arms on the top of her opened door.
"So... you seeing anyone right now, Caroline?" he stared down at her intently.
"Um..." She played with the keys in her hands. Thinking to herself, 'Do obsessive fantasies about a vampire ,who you've only met twice, count as a relationship? Or as a good basis for one?'
"It's complicated?" he guessed at her long pause.
"Yeah, you could say that."
"Well, his loss I say. If you ever get sick of his bullshit, just let me know." He winked at her and Caroline bit her lip to keep from laughing at the situation. If he only knew how 'not her type' he apparently was now.
"Good night, Dale." It was all she could say, before closing her door and driving away.
He watched her go before turning to his own car. The loud voices outside of Fangtasia drew his attention in the direction of the club as he lowered himself into his car. Spotting a woman at the doorway of the club glaring at him, he frowned. The blonde looked murderous, almost as if she were about to march over to him and cause serious bodily harm. "Creepy..."
Caroline was more alert on her way home, watching for any low branches that could have caused the strange damage to her car. By the time she pulled into her driveway she was even more puzzled, her search having turned up nothing.
At night, the driveway to her home was pretty well camouflaged from the road by the full trees and brush. The small white mailbox the only indication of where to turn. Her driveway dipped into the foliage with a slight curve, offering much privacy from the road's sight. But the trees along it were high and the width of the driveway was enough so that even the large horse trailers, that used to drive the path, had done so comfortably and safely.
She'd driven the path since she was a teen, and knew the damage to her car's roof had not come from her property. Just under half a mile in length, the driveway opened up at the end to the view of her grandmother's house. It was a modest, one story, L shaped home, painted white with black shutters. The view of the home was one of Caroline's favorites, her home settled just beside the acres of open land that hadn't been sold off over the years, so green and open. Wood fences separated some of the land from the woods just surrounding her home, the area the horses use to spend their days grazing.
Caroline loved her home. It's walls were filled with the fond memories of growing up with her grandmother. Her aunts and cousins had been around often when she was younger, but they spent most their time with the horses, running the family business. Caroline's fear of the animals when she was young had kept her close to her grandmother's side. The wheelchair her grandmother had been confined to kept the pair from the stables and the main family home on the other side of the property. Their days had been spent in the house she now lived in, the one specially built after her grandmother's accident.
Watching the dust of the gravel settle in her rearview mirror, Caroline slowed to a stop on the smoother pavement just in front of her home. The light above the front porch was bright against the dark night around her as she cut the engine and the lights of her car. She approached her quite home on the small ramp that connected the porch to the driveway. Steps could easily replace the ramp, but she loathed to make changes to the home. Worried she would lose bits of her grandmother with each alteration.
Inside was dark and cool. Caroline added little light as she walked through her home, going through her nightly preparations for bed. The hour was late but she enjoyed the quiet calmness inside her home. Still fueled with the excitement of the day, Caroline settled into bed with a book and fought off sleep easily.
She'd lost herself in two chapters worth of the story, before a sudden knock at her door startled her from her reading. Tearing off her reading glasses, she peered at her bedside clock with a scowl. It was nearly midnight and she could not imagine who was at her home so late. Most people couldn't find her driveway when they intended too, so she didn't often get unknown visitors.
The knocking persisted and she cautiously made her way to the door with quiet footsteps. The front of her house was dark, and she used the advantage to peer at her caller through the sheer curtain of the window beside the door. She did a double take then, not trusting her eyes as she recognized the woman standing on her porch.
"I can hear you breathing, peaches. I can smell you too."
"Pam?" was her only way of greeting as she flung open the door with a surprised expression. The night's breeze was stronger and she pulled the opening of her light robe tighter against her. It reached mid thigh, and left much of her visible to Pam's eyes.
"Hello, peaches." Pam, still dressed in her work clothes, smiled down at Caroline. She looked over her with a lazy trail of her eyes, seemingly pleased with her state of undress.
"H-how do you know where I live?" Caroline took in Pam's in outfit with appreciation as well. The dark strapless leather dress was tight and form fighting against Pam's soft curves. A zipper ran from top of the outfit, between her breast, to the very bottom as it ended just below her knees. Caroline had the sudden urge to reach out for the zipper, and to tug it downward. Curious of the view that lay beneath.
"You're in my vault, of course."
"Excuse me? Your what?" Caroline frowned, thinking she'd misheard Pam's remark. She'd been a bit distracted by the vampires attire. And cleavage of course.
"No matter. Are you going to invite me in or not? It's quite rude to go on like this." Pam looked beyond her and into the house, taking it in with a favorable eye.
"Sorry... I'm just... I didn't expect to see you. Why are you here?"
"You've been asking questions about me. Why not go straight to the source?" Caroline's eyes bulged and she realized everything she'd asked Ginger earlier had been shared with Pam. "Don't be offended with Ginger, she couldn't help it. Not too bright that one." Pam took a step closer, now just beyond the entrance of her home. Held back by an unseen force.
"I was just curious," Caroline nearly whispered, looking down from Pam's blue eyes.
"That's fine, peaches. I'd just rather be involved with your research, if you don't mind. Could be fun," she ended with a wink. "So, can I come in?"
Caroline swallowed a deep gulp of air. This moment felt like it was the breaking point for something. Something important. It was as if she was standing at the edge of a cliff, one foot off the ground already, prepared to jump off. She knew Pam was dangerous, but that was a small part of her appeal. Caroline's life thus far had very little danger and excitement. Pam would certainly offer both those things to her, wrapped tightly with a bright beautiful bow.
Of course, this bow had fangs.
"I..." she bit her lip, staring out at Pam with hesitation. This beauty could kill, but deep down Caroline trusted that she wouldn't be harmed. A foolish thought perhaps, but she supposed she was ready for a bit of foolishness in her life. "Yes ...please come in."
Caroline stepped aside slowly, holding the door open as Pam walked into her home. Her tall stilettos echoed loudly in the entranceway, the only sound in the quiet home. "This is a lovely home," she commented after taking a slow turn, looking through the open arches into the living room and dining room. The entire home was laid with dark walnut floors, their almost black coloring contrasted beautifully with the white walls and light rich colors of the furnishings. "How in the world do you live here on a waitress' salary?"
"I inherited it," Caroline answered quietly with her back close to the front door. It was a strange sight, seeing Pam and her crazy outfit standing in the home she'd grown up in.
"Interesting. So, what... you work for fun?" Pam asked as she looked at the photos lining the hallway wall.
"No, I still have bills to pay. I need my job." Pam paused in front of a framed photo, Caroline's favorite, and she moved forward to stand with the vampire.
She was five, maybe six years old, in the picture and sitting on her grandmother's lap. The wheelchair was hidden behind a thick bush of peach colored roses, and the garden they sat in framed the backdrop. It was the garden behind the main house, a stunning immense plot full of a variety of colorful blossoms. The pair rarely went to the main house. Its bi-levels and stairs were too hard on her grandmother's chair, even with a servant or a relative's help navigating. The photo was taken on one of their rare trips. They'd spent the entire day in the garden and Caroline had been given her first painting lesson that day. Her younger self was holding out her completed picture towards the camera, her grandmother was laughing behind her. Caroline's young smile was bright, her face smudged with paint from the lesson.
"You were a fat child," Pam remarked matter-of-factly, breaking Caroline's warm nostalgia. "I'm glad you grew out of it." She turned towards the vampire with a shocked expression, before bursting out with a loud laugh. At least she knew she'd never have to worry about honesty with Pam.
"Thanks... I guess," her laughter drew an arch of Pam's brow, but Caroline distinctly saw the corner of the vampire's mouth turn up slightly before she moved away.
She walked about the front hall and took in the surroundings quietly. Turning away from the doorway she'd been looking through, she fixed Caroline with a hard look. "I'd like a tour now," Pam spoke suddenly.
"Um... alright. Where would you like to start?"
"Where do you think?" Pam's gaze turned sultry, nearly buckling Caroline's knees with the strength of it.
"Well," she looked away from Pam and took a step in the opposite direction of her bedroom. "the living room has a great view and the-"
"Fuck the view, peaches." Pam crept forward with slow steps, coming to stand a breath's length away from Caroline. "The one in the living room isn't exactly the view I'm interested in."
Her hands reached forward and pulled the ties of Caroline's robe from the knot. When they fell to her sides, Caroline's hands lurched up to grasp the edges of the garment. She pulled them shut tightly with a gasp. "That's really fast. I-I don't think I'm ready to..."
"Are you sure, peaches?" Pam questioned in a whisper, leaning forward until their cheeks were side by side and Pam's mouth was pressed to the shell of her ear. "I think you are more than ready for this. I think you want this so badly, that you can't even put it into words." Her hands didn't try to pry Caroline's grasp from her robe, not wanting to startle her. Instead, she rested them firmly against her hips and pulled the girl's waist close to her own. Thumbs trailing circles against the silky fabric of the robe, she pulled her head back to look deep into Caroline's eyes.
"But I won't make you ask... or even beg for it. Just a nod of your cute curly head is good enough for me tonight."
One hand left Caroline's hip and moved to trail against the smooth skin between her breast, exposed from the parted edges of the robe. Pam ran the back of her cold fingers up and down Caroline's chest, duplicating the movement slowly and softly, over and over again. Each time she brushed against the robe with a little more persistence. Until the fabric began to move open an inch with each downward stroke.
Caroline's breath was labored. She held the fabric over her breast with shaking hands, but let Pam part the rest of the garment. Her stomach and lower body were soon fully in view, exposing even her underwear and the tops of her thighs to Pam's eyes. Fangs released at that moment, and Pam looked down at Caroline with obvious desire. Trailing her fingers lower, to the edge of Caroline's underwear, she dipped inside to run along the edge of the fabric. Goose bumps raised over the uncovered skin and Pam trailed her hand north then, over the small bumps. Fingers coming to rest against the rapidly beating pulse of Caroline's neck. She fingered the gold chain there, the small Eiffel Tower charm shifting with the movement.
Pam looked deep into Caroline's eyes. Emptying her thoughts, she prepared for the pull that would begin the connection for her glamour. Her patience had run out, and she was no longer willing to wait for Caroline to submit to her. She could take her time to convince her another night, too eager now to taste every inch of her newest obsession.
Just as Pam was about to start the glamour, her human surprised her. She nodded her head softly in compliance and, to Pam's utter delight, Caroline then let the robe fall back and off of her body completely. It fell in a silky pool at her bare feet, circling her and leaving her clad only in her underwear.
"That 'a girl..." Pam beamed before hauling Caroline close. Plunging herself in the familiar sweet scent she'd grown addicted to, Pam swallowed the moan trapped at her lips.
The glamour was forgotten. Now unnecessary.
TBC