Excerpt for Goddess Revealed-Bast's Perfume, Book One. You can find Bast's Perfume HERE.
“Let’s see what Frank has sent this time,” Slade Nelson said out loud to himself, alone inside his antique store, which was closed for the day. With a crowbar in hand, he bent down to open the crate that sat on the floor in front of him.
He and his partner Frank Thompson owned the fairly successful store in the middle of downtown Toronto. The partnership worked out well for both. Frank, always the wanderer of the two, traveled all over the world acquiring items for the store while Slade stayed in Canada to take care of the business end of things. Something Slade liked doing a lot.
As Slade worked to open the crate, he felt the familiar excitement and curiosity rise over what could be inside. His business partner had gone to Egypt a couple of weeks before. The crate, which had been sent from that country, had arrived shortly before he’d closed the store.
The lid now removed, Slade pulled out handfuls of packing material until he reached the items inside. He smiled as he lifted the first clay jar out of the crate. There were four in total, all different sizes, from as large as a wine decanter to a small one not much taller than the width of his hand. The first three jars appeared to be the real thing, not from ancient Egyptian times of course, but antiques nonetheless. The fourth one gave Slade pause.
This jar was the smallest of the four. Picking it up, he held it in front of him as he peered at the images painted on the body. His brows drew together as he studied it closer. The colors of the paint seemed too bright, too pristine for this jar to be considered an antique. He shook his head. Slade couldn’t see Frank making such a mistake. Part of the reason why Slade didn’t complain about Frank doing most of the purchasing was the fact that Frank had an eye for antiques. His business partner could practically sniff them out from a mile away.
Slade traced one of the images on the jar. It depicted a woman with the head of a cat, a domestic cat. He knew a little bit about the Egyptian gods so he recognized the image as the goddess Bast. Next to the cat-headed woman stood the image of a woman who didn’t have any animal-like depictions. Slade figured both images had to be Bast, in her human and cat-headed forms, since both women wore the same tight-fitting sheath dress. There was no question in his mind that the jar had to be a copy of a much older original. Everything about it seemed too new.
Curious to see what the jar might have held at one time, Slade lifted off the lid—and the most intoxicating perfume he had ever smelled surrounded him. Slade took a deep breath. Though the jar had nothing inside it, the leftover scent went straight to his head. The perfume smelled so feminine, so alluring, his body started to respond. His cock jerked inside his dress pants as he thought of what it would be like to make love to a woman who wore this perfume.
Slade snorted. He had to get a grip on himself. He wasn’t that hard up. At least he didn’t think he was. That just the smell of a woman’s perfume would give him a hard-on was pretty pathetic. At thirty years old, he should be way past that stage. Unable to help himself, he inhaled more of the perfume’s scent into his lungs.
The sound of a cat’s meow suddenly drew his attention to the store’s front. A black cat stood by the door, watching him.
Wondering how the cat could have gotten into the store without his knowledge, Slade replaced the lid on the jar before carefully putting it on the counter next to the others. He turned back to the cat, intending to send it on its way, but it no longer stood by the front door.
Just what he needed at the end of the day. To have to hunt down a stray cat that had somehow managed to get loose in the store didn’t thrill him, to say the least.
In the end, he searched the entire store twice but couldn’t find the cat anywhere. Too tired after the long day to work his brain around this mystery, Slade decided to head home. Tomorrow he’d have to see if he could find where the cat had managed to slip inside and block it so it wouldn’t be able to return. If he wasn’t careful he would have mice or some other kind of pest inside the store.
On the way out, Slade grabbed the perfume jar. Since it couldn’t be sold in the store, he decided he wanted it for himself. The overall design of the jar appealed to him. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he couldn’t get enough of the smell of the perfume it once held.
Or so he told himself more than once for good measure.
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Slade arrived at his brick two-story just as the sun began to set. After he parked his car in the garage, he picked up the perfume jar and headed inside his empty house. When he had first bought his three-bedroom detached, Slade had thought it would be the perfect place to start a family. What he hadn’t counted on was his inability to find a woman he wanted to marry and start that family with. He had dated his fair share of women, but he hadn’t been able to find one who would tolerate his long workdays, or one he actually wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When he finally did marry, it would be to a woman he felt he could be with forever. For him, divorce wouldn’t be an option.
He placed the jar on the living room coffee table as he fought the urge to lift the lid and once more smell the scent of the heady perfume. Slade shook his head. How pathetic was he? It had been a while since he’d last had a girlfriend, but it hadn’t been that long since he’d taken a woman to bed. He shouldn’t be getting this turned on just from perfume. Deliberately, he turned his back on the jar and headed upstairs to change out of his dress shirt and pants.
Now wearing a comfy pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Slade made his way downstairs to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing some leftover spaghetti. As it heated in the microwave, he found his thoughts drawn back to the jar that sat on his coffee table. Maybe he could get one good sniff in before his food finished heating…
No. He was going to stay in the kitchen and eat his meal no matter how much the thought of smelling the perfume appealed to him.
The microwave beeped behind him. Grabbing a fork out of a drawer, Slade took his heated spaghetti to the kitchen table. Before he sat down to eat, he poured himself a glass of red wine. Instead of leisurely taking the time to enjoy his food, however, Slade practically inhaled it as the remembered scent of the perfume made him almost desperate to smell it again. It was as if he’d become addicted and needed his fix. “Gee, can I sink any lower?” he grumbled to himself.
He finally gave up the fight as he put his plate in the dishwasher and picked up his glass of wine before heading for the living room. He set the glass down on the table before sitting on the couch. Not waiting another minute, he pulled the perfume jar closer and lifted the lid, his eyes closing as he dragged in lungful after lungful of the intoxicating scent.
Slade’s eyes snapped open as the sound of a cat’s meow reached his ears. He turned his head in the direction of the sound and sucked in a breath. The same black cat that had been in his store now sat in the middle of his living room.
Slowly, so as not to scare the cat, he put the jar lid down on the coffee table and stood up. The cat didn’t move as he stepped around the table and moved to stand in front of it. Instead of running away, the cat began to purr as it wove in and out of his legs. Slade reached down to grab the cat by the scruff of its neck, but it quickly darted out of reach before sauntering back to once more stand in front of him.
He then had to blink his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him as the cat’s form began to waver and change.