" Adam had slotted a dollar's worth of quarters into the juke, determined to work through the entire set." Adam had slotted a dollar's worth of quarters into the juke, determined to work through the entire set. He skittered sideways through a foamy puddle, managing to stomp on his own toes as the adenoidal Jamaican singer cried "Avaunt three!" and the band intoned rhythms about a devouring sexual demon named Lorelei issuing invitations down dark paths. Exhaustion forced Adam off the floor. He flopped into a booth, his head bowed, the smell of bourbon rising on his sweat. "You were very pretty out there. Why did you stop?" Adam jumped. He hadn't noticed anyone else a moment before. An incredibly beautiful lady sat opposite him in a shimmery dress of white gold. The shapely, graceful woman smiled with relaxed enticement. "I'm sorry," his voice was slurry. "Am I taking somebody's seat?" "No. I am perfectly alone. What is, may I ask, your name?" "Adam." She had a closed-lipped smile that curled up in the corners. "I am Lilith." She was delicious. Her hair was silvery-blond, and her voice had a curious ring, almost Celtic. Adam admired her white, inviting cleavage. He wanted to swim inside her curling vowels. Adam was more drunk than he`d realized, having a hard time standing upright. It seemed as though Lilith, who was nearly as tall as he was holding him up, her strong hands at his sides. |