Chapter 160

The neon sign outside the small storefront flickered softly-Madame Elara: Tarot, Visions & Destiny-and I stood there for almost five minutes, briefcase heavy in my sweaty palm, heart hammering like I’d just run a marathon. I’d noticed it only this morning on my way back from the office. The place looked new; the paint was still fresh, the curtains deep crimson. No one I knew had mentioned her before. Maybe that’s why I finally pushed the door open. Stupid, really. But after another lonely weekend spent jerking off to videos I was too embarrassed to admit I watched, the question wouldn’t leave me alone: Would I ever have a girlfriend?

The inside smelled like incense and something sweeter, warmer. Candles flickered on shelves lined with crystals and old books. In the center of the room sat a round table draped in black velvet, and on it rested a large crystal sphere that caught the low light like trapped moonlight.

She rose from her chair when I entered.

Madame Elara was nothing like I expected. She was tall, with smooth dark skin that seemed to glow under the candlelight, full lips painted deep red, and curves that made my throat go dry. Her black blouse was unbuttoned just enough to reveal the soft swell of her generous cleavage, and the long skirt hugged her wide hips. She looked like she belonged in a dream I’d never dare speak out loud.

“Welcome,” she said, voice low and smoky. “First time?”

I nodded quickly, eyes fixed on the floor. “Y-yes… I, um… I wanted to ask something.”

She gestured to the chair opposite her. I sat, clutching my briefcase on my lap like a shield. My palms were damp. I could barely get the words out.