Erika leads a quiet life—at least in the real world. But her alter-ego, Little Lottie, is a singer at a local club and engages in a wild online romance. For months she’s been communicating with a mysterious man, known only to her as the Phantom.
Her lover contacts her via texts, emails and instant messages. When he offers to fulfill her desires in real life, she can’t refuse. The only condition to meeting for their sizzling assignations—he wears a mask to hide his true identity. Despite his reluctance to reveal himself to Erika, he tears down her inhibitions and unleashes her suppressed passions, taking possession of her body and soul.
Erika may have finally found the one man who can sate her every longing…if only he would show her the man behind the mask.
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Seven p.m. on the dot, Erika logged in as Little Lottie. Immediately a chat window opened. It was the Phantom.
Good evening, love, so glad to have you all to myself. *Folding my arms around you*.
Hey you. *giving you a kiss*. I agree. It’s the best time of the day. So what melody have you been batting around?
Check it out.
He sent her a link to his online storage drive. The MP3 file took less than a minute to download. Queuing up the file, she chewed at her thumbnail.
Stop chewing your nails.
Erika grinned.
It’s spooky when you do that. How’d you know I’m biting my nail?
You always chew on yourself when you listen to music. Or when you’re nervous.
It’s really not fair that you’ve seen me, but I’ve never seen you.
That you know of ;)
LOL, right. That I know of.
Did you hear the track?
Listening now.
She queued up the sound file on her computer and pushed play. Strains of piano chords streamed from the speakers. Picking up her guitar, she worked out the chord progression.
Love the D minor sprinkled in.
A touch of Phantom, just for you.
Butterflies flitted around her stomach.
Can’t wait to touch my phantom.
*Caressing your face* We can take it slow on Saturday.
I don’t think I can. I’ve waited long enough.
Getting physical could be complicated.
Sorry. I don’t mean to press, but…what’s the big deal about getting physical?
After a few seconds, the Phantom answered.
Because it takes our relationship to another level.
I’m ready.
I’m not sure I am.
Erika gritted her teeth. She wanted to type WHY!!!!!!!! over and over and over again. But she didn’t. Instead, she replied,
Think about it. Please. I want to make love with you. I’m sure.
When you put it that way, it’s hard not to think about it.
