"Well hello there, Jon," Karyn's dad said after deeply inhaling Jon's scent, "Your hair looks lovely today."
"Um, thanks," Jon replied, feeling uncomfortable with the hungry smile that had formed on Karyn's father's face, "Is Karyn home?"
A look of disappointment flashed on the older man, but only momentarily. "Of course, she's upstairs. Come on in."
He stepped aside in the doorway, but only enough so that Jon would have to brush up against him as he entered the building. Jon turned to shuffle in and felt the man's groin against his behind as he unsteadily side-stepped inside, being careful not to stumble while in his high-heeled shoes. Again he heard the man taking in Jon's aroma as he passed.
Jon made his way to the stairs as quickly as he could, not wanting to spend any more time than he had to with the man who he was quickly beginning to think of as a lech. Before he could ascend, though, he heard Mr. Black behind him say, "When you're done upstairs, stop by the den and see me. I feel like you and I never connect anymore."
Jon shivered when he thought of what kind of connection the man wanted. Sure, he knew that the wish had made his natural smell sexy and alluring to anyone who smelled it, but the last thing Jon wanted was to be turning on his friend's fathers!
"Sure thing, Mr. Black" Jon replied, then under his breath "I wish that I could sense the arousal of people around me."
Jon stopped three stairs up and took in what he had wished. Why the hell had he said that? A new sense hit his brain, one that was completely unwelcome. He could feel the arousal of Karyn's father, standing a few paces behind him. It was like a pulse, like a heartbeat, one that was driving the man to confusion. Jon understood. Mr. Black wasn't gay, but he couldn't help but feel aroused whenever he was around Jon. Carefully choosing his steps, Jon forced himself to keep moving up the stairs, all the while cringing as he knew that Mr. Black was watching his behind as he climbed.
