Sweet temptation

Roxanne broke into her house, throwing her phone. Cool! There would be no Halloween party, and no chance of getting a little sugar on her own.

Jake, her date, had just called to cancel, giving her the excuse that her grandmother was sick, even though she could hear a party in the background. It wasn’t like Jake mattered, and let’s face it, she probably couldn’t get any sugar tonight or any other night, but that was the bottom line.

Roxxie looked at her watch, sighing and shaking her head. She and her friends had planned to go on a river cruise, on a boat that was paid for by all of them. They had been pressuring her to get to the dock before the ship left, but thanks to Jake she was going to be late. By the time Roxxie had to leave, it would already be fifteen minutes late. And with the traffic, even more.

She rolled her shoulders, feeling the scarlet wings flex with the muscles in her shoulders. Running her hand through the black cloak that clung to her body, she ran her fingers through her chocolate brown hair. The horned headband was a bit silly, but she had to keep it up for now. Right now, she would stay dressed while she examined her options. She might be able to save tonight, who knows?

“Stupid car,” she mumbled, looking out at the driveway and the empty space where her car usually sat. It had broken down yesterday and was downtown with the mechanic. She had told him earlier today that she had a bad distributor cap and that was going to be expensive, she would have to work overtime at the clinic where she worked. At least as office manager, she could be scheduled for some overtime. It wasn’t like her job was really difficult.

The doorbell rang and Roxxie walked up to the front door, her scarlet fuck me boots hitting the hardwood floor. She opened the heavy wooden door and smiled at the kids trick-or-treating.

“Happy Halloween,” said the leader of the little group, a boy in his teens. From what Roxxie could tell under her zombie makeup, he stopped abruptly, her mouth hanging open.

“Whoa, you’re hot, ma’am.” One of the kids said from the other side of the door, which had apparently experienced a growth spurt. And probably puberty, if his open-mouthed expression was any indication.

“I’m not a ma’am,” she corrected him, trying not to roll her eyes. He was quite a handsome boy, but a little old for trick-or-treating.

She reached into his plate, gestured for them to open their bag, and tried to ignore the fact that she was barely dressed. The children and the younger siblings surrounded her, chattering excitedly. They were probably halfway to eating too much sugar.

She did not envy the parents of these children, when they burst into a sugar coma.

The boy muttered something and said goodbye to her, Roxxie stood in the doorway for a moment, waving them goodbye and trying to hide her sigh. If this was how the rest of her night was going to be then it would have been a waste to dress up.

After she closed the door, Roxxie went to get her phone and made several calls. She was out of luck, everyone was working, or overtime at her job, or on the river cruise. She could go to any of the bars in town, but she didn’t want to do it alone. As a team, she could dodge male attention, and she wasn’t always nice, but she knew she would be more comfortable with her friends.

The doorbell rang several more times and she crossed the room to hand out candy to the neighborhood kids. Where was her daddy anyway? He should be home now.

She looked at his watch, it was half past eight, his shift should have ended hours ago. He was a good guy, so he probably took some extra hours to cover for the guys that had kids.

Her daddy, Donny, was a real saint. He took her mother when she was at her lowest and then helped her get back on her feet. The two of them had a pretty good life so she was born in a pretty good family, the only problem was that her mother had one final relapse that cost her her life, leaving him to raise her on his own.

He had done a pretty good job in raising her despite everything and she was thankful for that. So thankful she wanted to show him how much she cared for him and how she would happily take her mother’s place by his side but he never paid attention to her in that way so all of her efforts had been in vain.

Sad and bored, Roxanne went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine and poured some into a glass. After all the stress of the day, between work, her car, and this stupid situation with Jake, his muscles were knotted and needed to relax. She picked up a chocolate brownie and brought it to her mouth, taking a slow bite, her eyes closing. Between work and getting ready for the night, she hadn’t eaten dinner, thinking she’d get a bite out of it on the ship. Now her stomach growled at her, letting her know that she had to better feed herself regularly.

Between sips of her wine, she finished her brownie, and was about to have a second brownie when the back door opened and someone exclaimed. She turned around, caught the chocolate between her lips, and smiled.

Mike “Donny” Donaldson couldn’t believe what day he lived in, damn it, he walked into his house, exhausted after a twelve hour shift at the office and stood up, staring in shock.

He hadn’t expected his daughter to be home, and he certainly hadn’t expected her to be wearing that costume. A growl that he didn’t even try to stop escaped and hung in the air between them. She was motionless, staring at hia wide-eyed, a piece of chocolate pressed against her full lips and a glass of wine in her other hand.

She was dressed for Halloween, or for a leading role in a pornographic movie about fallen angels. Her black and red shirt was form-fitting, her breasts spilling out on top, and her skirt, if what she wore could be called a skirt, finished off a pair of inches below her crotch. Horns came out of her head and tall red boots, toppled with a choker wrapped around her ebony skin. And scarlet wings spread out behind her.

She looked like sin and he wanted to drown her. But he couldn’t do it no matter how much he desired it.

Donny could feel his member hardening under the brown pants he was wearing, pants that didn’t hide a damn.

He tore his eyes away, went to the fridge and took out a beer by removing the lid. He’d had half the thing down before he thought he might be in control enough to even try to hold a conversation.

“I thought you were going out.”

“Jake canceled on me,” she replied, sharpness in her voice. She heard a sound deep in her throat, purely sexual that made his cock start to throb and ache, then he swallowed, finishing his beer in one gulp, and placing the empty beer bottle on the counter.

He turned around, seeing her *********** another brownie and pop it into her mouth.