{"id":1252,"date":"2018-06-25T17:00:17","date_gmt":"2018-06-25T17:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/?page_id=1252"},"modified":"2022-10-26T21:31:04","modified_gmt":"2022-10-26T21:31:04","slug":"a-predatory-heart-ii","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/a-predatory-heart-ii\/","title":{"rendered":"A Predatory Heart ii"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">by Joe Stanley<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">One night, at the end of her shift, she saw him talking with the boss. They looked directly at her and leaned together in a whispered conspiracy. This sent her scurrying to her dressing room, convinced her world was about to end. She waited there for most of an hour, hoping James would leave. She was alone when a knock came at the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cWho&#8217;s there?\u201d she called.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cAn admirer.\u201d was the reply. She felt like a helpless human sacrifice on the way to the altar as she opened the door.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cGood evening, Ms. Baker. I hope I&#8217;m not intruding. I trust that all is well.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cHello, Mr. James. Actually, I&#8217;m not feeling very well right now.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cOh, no!\u201d he said in way that almost was convincing, \u201cIs there anything I can do to help?\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cNo, no&#8230;\u201d she begged, \u201cI think I just need some rest.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cVery well then, I shan&#8217;t keep you long, but I&#8217;ve been waiting a long time to have a private word with you.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">His voice was soothing, but in a way that filled her with fear. He stepped in closer, so terrifyingly near. An uncanny magnetism pulled at her flesh until she trembled. She knew in her heart that he was dangerous but, damn it all if she didn&#8217;t like the fear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cI know what I want in life, Ms. Baker. I know it when I see it.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">She tried to protest, to deflect his advance in her long practiced way, but from her mouth came only a breathy squeak.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cI want you, Ms. Baker.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">To this, all she could do was sigh.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cI want to take you away from all of this, to make you happy, to love and cherish you for the rest of your life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">She tried to speak, but found his finger pressed softly against her lips, tracing them slowly. When she tried to turn away, his finger caught her chin and kept her eyes looking into his. She was furious. She wanted to slap his face. But she was held, transfixed&#8230;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cI want you.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Then he receded, leaving an aching void where he had stood. Drawing a card from his breast pocket, her offered it to her.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">\u201cPlease. just think about it. If you ever need anything, I&#8217;m only a phone call away. And if you&#8217;d rather not, I promise I&#8217;ll never bother you again.\u201d<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">He left her quivering with a simple, \u201cGood night, Ms. Baker.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif; font-size: 14pt;\">Over the next few days, she could barely eat and only rested fitfully. She tried to forget, but he was all she could think of. She tried to deny it, but the truth was clear. Weary from the battle to resist, she surrendered everything, giving notice and slowly dialing his number from the business line.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/?page_id=1256&amp;preview=true\"><span style=\"font-family: georgia, palatino, serif;\"><em>next part<\/em><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-86 size-full\" style=\"border: 0px solid #ffffff;\" src=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll.png\" alt=\"The Ghostly World Fictional Ghost Stories\" width=\"1000\" height=\"67\" srcset=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll.png 1000w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-300x20.png 300w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-768x51.png 768w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-945x63.png 945w, https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/scroll-600x40.png 600w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1000px) 100vw, 1000px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/a-predatory-heart\/\">back to previous episode<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/\">back to list of stories<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Joe Stanley One night, at the end of her shift, she saw him talking with the boss. They looked directly at her and leaned together in a whispered conspiracy. This sent her scurrying to her dressing room, convinced her world was about to end. She waited there for most of an hour, hoping James [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1252","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1252","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1252"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1252\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2976,"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1252\/revisions\/2976"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonathanharker.co.uk\/theghostlyworld\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1252"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}