Seducing Cecilia (Divinity Healers)

by Pillow Michelle M.

  “I’m a dignitary and I don’t want anyone knowing that we came together in such an inappropriate way,” she explained, needlessly. “I should have demanded you sign a consent form. I didn’t even bring consent forms. If anyone finds out, I’ll… It should not have happened. It’s either pheromones, or a side effect of plane travel, I’m not sure, but whatever it is, it will not be happening again. I can’t let it.”

  “And I am your host. I assure you, it is not in my best interest to make this known either.” It was a lie. No one would care. Sex was sex. Humans had needs, and fulfilling those sexual needs was actually good for your health. As long as the dignitary was willing, he could fuck her as often as they wanted and none from his world would so much as lift a brow.

  Yet, her stinging dismissal of him, of what they shared, caused him to lie. He hated lying, hated himself a little for letting it slip past his lips. Her words had been a defense. Gerard knew that and could even understand and sympathize with it. Knowing did not make it easier. So, doing what he did best, he pasted on an easy smile as he righted his clothing and pretended as if nothing in all the known planes mattered.

  Chapter Four

  “Welcome to Biosphacility Three. It is the largest biosphere facility on our plane and where you will be working while you are here. Computers have complete access to all public records and this place is equipped with some of our most advanced technologies. You will be permitted to work and learn. A laboratory has been cleared in anticipation of your arrival.” Gerard spoke, but did not lean up from his seat. “For the first month you will work in the laboratory and with the public records. In the second month, if a doctor in a field of interest is available, you will be permitted to tour the biosphacility research labs and observe experiments.” He gave a small yawn. “May your stay on our plane be productive and educational, and may it lead to many future dealings between our people.”

  Cecilia had the impression he’d made that speech before. He glanced at her, smiling easily as if nothing had transpired between them. Okay, she knew what she had said to him and his actions were in accordance with the discretion she’d demanded from him. Even so, the emotional woman inside her began to feel a little used. The logical doctor slapped the emotional woman and reminded her that this was how things had to be. She didn’t need coddling by her one-time lover. In fact, she needed him to remain professional. The easy, carefree smile was hardly professional as she would define it, but at least he wasn’t pawing her and acting like they were a couple.

  Pawing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The feel of his hands was still burned into her flesh. If anyone found out, she could be arrested or fired. She would definitely be censured. The embarrassment of law-breaking would be mortifying. “I assume now that you have escorted me here, you will be leaving?”

  The words were colder than she’d intended, and almost a little desperate. How was she supposed to concentrate around him, knowing him as intimately as she now did? What in the name of anti-chaos had she been thinking?

  “No, sorry, you’re stuck with me.” The words were light and his smile never wavered. She looked back out the window. In the trees she saw people wearing large white suits over their entire bodies. They touched leaves with gloved hands and picked plant samples off the ground to put into specimen containers. They worked leisurely, unfazed by the transport coming past. Behind them a robotic unit lifted a scientist into the taller trees to collect from the dense tree tops. The figure disappeared into the high branches. As the transporter turned, she could no longer see them.

  A glance at the man beside her was a mistake. He watched her through shaded eyes. A tiny shiver of desire went through her. She needed out of the enclosed space. Her fingers skimmed the window, already knowing there was no way to open it. They were sealed inside. No wonder she couldn’t fight her desires. She was locked in a box with his pheromones.

  As they turned, she was able to see the biosphacility. It curved high from the ground in a large dome surrounded a good distance away by high security gates constructed of a ring of solid stone topped by several rows of thick metal bars. Covered walkways snaked out from the center facility toward the gates like tentacles, releasing into the surrounding forest. They moved down an incline and the view became blocked by the wall.

  “Are we in danger?” The transport stopped and made a series of fast beeps. The gate slid open just enough to let them slip through the wall. For a moment the transport became dark as the moved into the biosphacility. “What exactly is this wall meant to keep out?”

  “Nature,” he said. “The magnetic fields above keep out birds and insects. The thick wall keeps out other forest creatures. Sterilization protocols deal with any pollens and things we can’t see.”

  An uneasiness crept through her. She felt isolated in this place. If they had to wear suits into the forest, and they were worried about whatever was in the forest getting in, she was going to be trapped there until they took her home. The more fearful she became, the more self-disciplined she tried to make herself appear. She had to maintain at least the façade of control. Her people expected her to represent them properly. It wasn’t as if her travel companion Linnea was going to be much help in the inter-dimensional dignitary department when it came to representing their people.

  Inside, the ground was covered with loose stones. A strange wave started under them, running in a foot-wide strip along the ground to the gate and then came back to the facility. The movement seemed to be rotating the stones on the ground and evening out the mark of footsteps. The transport drew them closer to the dome. For as large as this place was, it felt very, very small. She took a deep breath. This was her home for the next few months.

  The transport stopped and the door automatically slid open. Gerard moved from his seat, hopping through the door onto the ground. He turned, offering his hand. She didn’t take it, afraid of what she would feel if she touched him. Instead, she used the steps that slid out from the unit. When she vacated, the transport shut and slid along its way toward the biosphacility gate. She watched it briefly before turning her attention to her temporary home.

  * * *

  Gerard didn’t wait for Dr. Markos to examine the entire building, not that there was much to look at beyond the white, shiny plates of the exterior walls. Just being around her was hard, and not just hard on his emotional well-being, but damned hard on his throbbing cock. One fuck hadn’t been enough, but he’d been unwilling to try for a round two when she’d hardened toward him as she did. Now, she barely looked at him, treating him like a complete stranger. Okay, so he was a stranger, technically, but they’d fucked. The least she could do was acknowledge what was between them.

  Even as her cold demeanor irritated him, it made him want her all the more. He wanted to see her face soften again in passion. He wanted to push her to her knees and watch her take him into her mouth. He wanted to drag her to the nearest laboratory, bend her over a worktable and pound her hard until ever last bit of cum drained out of his cock.

  He widened his easy smile and continued down the long, metal corridor. Doors lined each side. Bringing her into section one, he paused by a laboratory’s entryway. “This will be where you work.”

  She leaned past him, careful not to touch. A few of the facility staff came down the hall. They paused, curiously eyeing their newest guest.

  “Dr. Markos,” Gerard automatically introduced. “This is Dr. Sunn, Dr. Frank, Dr. Jonns. Doctors, this is Dr. Cecilia Markos from New Order Society, Dimensional Plane 303. She is here to study.”

  “Ah, initial contact,” Dr. Candra Sunn said, dismissively. She didn’t think much of most inter-dimensional dignitaries and found them useless because only rarely could they provide their world with any kind of real medical advancements. She often vocally spoke out against teaching their secrets to so many other planes. “We will not be seeing each other again. I return to my arctic facility today.” Then, to Gerard, she added, “I will stop by before I go.” Though her
tone gave nothing away, she glanced meaningfully at the clipboard she carried. She was probably reading his arousal levels and offering to take care of him before she left. The woman had sucked him off a couple times, and was quite good at it, but he didn’t feel like taking her up on it this time. No, he wanted Cecilia on her knees begging for it. Without further acknowledging Cecilia, Dr. Sunn continued along her way.

  Frank and Jonns were more polite. Cecilia smiled at them, warmly took their hands in greeting, and even invited them to her assigned laboratory any time they wanted. Gerard stiffened, jealous. Franks clearly took her to mean more than she had been offering—at least she had better not be offering sex to the man. Jonns appeared interested as well. If this woman thought she was going to sample her way around the men, she had another think coming.

  Where was all this possessiveness coming from? His testosterone levels were way out of control. He blamed all the fantasizing he’d been doing about off-plane women since attending Sebastjan’s wedding.

  He waited while Cecilia went into her lab to look around. He pointed out a few of the devices before handing her a training clipboard. “If you read this, it will tell you everything you need to know about running the devices and will allow you to access any information you desire.”

  She took it. “Thank you.”

  “I’ll show you to your private quarters. Your luggage should already be there.” He didn’t wait to see if she would follow. If he couldn’t live out the fantasies pounding in his brain, he needed to get away from her to clear his mind. The wide hall split off into a narrower one which would lead to private quarters.

  He stopped at her door and waited for it to slide open. The smooth walls of the chamber held no decoration, nothing that would set it apart from any other room on dimensional plane 187. A thick mattress with silver covers had been placed on the platform in the middle of the room. A health monitor turned on with the lights. There was a small area for personal needs, a row of drawers built into the wall, and items to cover every basic necessity she might have. The dark red of her bags stood out against the monochromatic interior so there was no need for him to point them out.

  Stepping inside, he said, “You sleep here. Settle in however you like, read through some of the tutorials and I will be back later to bring you to the daily sustenance.”

  “Thank you.” She stepped around him, keeping her distance as if she thought he might grab her.

  Gerard turned abruptly and left, unable to stand being in her frustrating presence a moment longer.

  * * *

  Cecilia was finding it much harder to act controlled than she would have preferred. How did Gerard do it? Smiling as if he was completely unaffected by what they’d done. Was fucking dignitaries a normal thing for him? And why did she care?

  Oh, yeah, because she was so hot she wanted nothing more than to tear off his clothes and go for a round two…and three…and four…and…

  Cecilia groaned. The door slid shut behind her and she hoped it would stay that way. She dropped the electronic clipboard on the bed. Her clothes had the faint scent of sex on them, or at least she imagined they did. She pulled out of the one-piece suit, feeling as if the material was an extension of his hands on her body.

  Her sex ached, begging for another climax. It would be so easy to slide a finger inside her wet pussy, though she knew that would hardly satisfy what she needed. Instead, she began opening drawers and digging through the contents. Some she could speculate as to their purpose, other objects were foreign contraptions she didn’t even want to guess at. Finding a set of local garb, she tugged the material on, figuring it would be best for her to blend in. Then, still aching, she sat on the bed and began figuring out how to run the electronic clipboard. She was there to work and that was exactly what she was going to do. Hopefully, these two months would pass by quickly and if she tried really hard, she could avoid Dr. Gerard Fauchet.

  Chapter Five

  Cecilia closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her temples. Two weeks of staring at the electronic clipboard, trying to translate what equated to some kind of ancient medical cipher, had caused a dull ache all the prescribed shots in the neck couldn’t seem to get rid of. Even as she thought it, the wall monitor dinged for her attention. She glanced at it and frowned. Apparently it had read her headache and had dispatched another prescription. She knew from past attempts if she didn’t take the medicine they would send someone to check on her, reciting something about protocol. Still, she didn’t move. She wanted to figure out their basic formula for curing seasonal illnesses.

  “Can you shut that off?” Cecilia’s tone was more of an order than a question. Linnea glanced at her from where she stared at a handheld unit and nodded. The assistant went to the wall monitor and punched in a dismissal code. The woman didn’t speak much, at least not to Cecilia. When Linnea wasn’t performing a required task, she was reading.

  The laboratory was spacious, more so that her private quarters. She’d managed to figure out most of the equipment. Though much different in design, it functioned a lot like the technology on her plane did—only more advanced. There were work tables, dozens of pieces of medical testing equipment and sterile tubes lining one of the walls. In the corner there was a sleeping cot.

  The laboratory door opened and Dr. Franks appeared. He smiled, holding up a shot. “I’m here to administer your medicine. The computer sent me an alert.”

  “That’s not all he’s here to administer,” Linnea mumbled as she walked back to her seat to resume reading.

  Cecilia ignored her. She much preferred when the woman didn’t speak. Every word that came from Linnea’s mouth seemed to drip with sarcasm. Though, in this instance, Linnea did have a small point. Dr. Franks had made his intentions toward her very known and her gentle rebuttals had met with friendly ignorance. His eyes invited her attentions. However, whereas Franks was a very attractive man, she couldn’t help thinking of Gerard Fauchet.

  It wasn’t lost on her that she’d been determined to avoid Dr. Fauchet when she’d arrived at the biosphacility. At the time, she’d thought it would be difficult. However, as days turned to weeks and she didn’t see him, she was beginning to feel slighted. How could she pointedly ignore a man who didn’t show himself?

  Then there were the nights—the long, long nights. Alone in her quarters, the work done for the day, all she could think about was the transporter. Strong chest. Firm flesh. Gripping hands. Heavy breath. Thick, pounding coc—

  “Doctor?” Franks asked.

  Cecilia blinked, realizing she’d begun daydreaming of Gerard during the day now. Heat warmed her features and she found it hard to recover her self-control. “Sorry? I’m in the middle of…” She held up an electronic clipboard, completely unable to recall what she’d been reading moments before.

  “I understand,” Franks said, lifting the shot. She leaned her head to the side to give him access to her neck and closed her eyes. He gave her a quick injection. It did lessen her headache. He then deposited the dispenser into the wall unit to be sanitized. “Perhaps we can talk later, after you’re done with your work?”

  Linnea gave a small laugh. Both doctors turned to her. She held up her clipboard and motioned to its contents. “Funny stuff.”

  “Perhaps,” Cecilia said, “but there is a lot for me to learn and only a couple of months for me to do it in.”

  Franks grinned, clearly taking her words to mean there was hope for his suit. She sighed as he left, only to stiffen as the object of her desires entered. Gerard was the last person she’d expected to see. For a moment, she blinked, thinking she hallucinated him. When he didn’t disappear, she gave a slight nod.

  “I’ve come to see how things are progressing. My reports say you’ve accessed many of the public databases.” Gerard’s voice was low. Even though his easy smile gave her no hope of a repeated transporter trip, she couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation and longing that filtered through her. She’d had time to think and was a little asha
med she’d been so quick to deny what had happened.

  “I wouldn’t say many,” Cecilia said, glancing at her work. Was he having fun at her expense? She’d only accessed a couple of the basics and was still trying to figure out equivalent expressions for the same things on her plane. “But I’m managing.”

  Linnea cleared her throat and stood. She held her clipboard to her chest. “If you no longer need me?”

  “Yes, fine,” Cecilia dismissed. Her assistant left.

  When they were alone, he continued, “The reports also say you’ve had several headache injections since I’ve been gone. I’ve come to see if you have an underlying medical problem. Are such headaches normal?”

  “You were gone?” she asked, surprised. That would explain why she hadn’t seen him. She’d thought he’d been staying away from her because she’d told him to. Almost every day she’d regretted it.

  “Didn’t someone tell you? I was called back to Asclepius by Dr. Lu. There was a matter that needed my attention.” Gerard’s eyes dipped, not meeting hers.

  “Asclepius?” Cecilia put the clipboard down and took several steps toward him. She breathed rapidly. “It’s not the portal, is it? We’re not…?”

  “Trapped?” he finished for her. “No, it’s not the portal. It was a medical issue.”

  “Oh.” Cecilia felt a little silly for her panic. “I hope everything worked out favorably?”

  “Not yet. Hopefully soon.” His tone dismissed the subject. “We were discussing your head.”

  This was not the conversation she wanted to have, but she was unsure how to start something more intimate. “They’re tension headaches, nothing more. There is a lot of information to absorb and very little time to do it. I was hoping that you would let me bring the files home with me to further study—”