Odnośniki
- Index
- Harlan Ellison Love ain,t nothing
- Anna_Marie_May_ _Love_For_Hire
- Ginger Chambers All That Love Is (pdf)
- Lifestyle by Design 3 Ray of Love
- Lawyers' Language, A.Phillips (Routledge)
- Surrender Your Love 2 Conquer Your Love
- Diana Palmer Osaczony
- Alberto Savinio Casa 'La vita'
- Green, Simon R Haven 01 Hawk and Fisher
- Witkacy i reszta Âświata
- zanotowane.pl
- doc.pisz.pl
- pdf.pisz.pl
- numervin.keep.pl
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ate.
I m sorry about the questions and the hints. I know it s weird for reporters to ask about wedding
plans when we haven t even had sex yet, she said, popping a grape into her mouth. Lucky grape.
By tomorrow that won t be an issue anymore. Thank you God.
Let s finish this and get out of here, she said, letting out a deep breath.
Sounds good to me, I answered enthusiastically. I had planned this night out and I was ready to
rock. When we get to your place why don t you grab some clothes for tomorrow and change into
something more comfortable. And more easily removable, I added mentally.
Okay, she said giving me a look that went straight to my dick.
When we get back to my place, I ll change, and then we can maybe dance? I really liked
dancing with you.
You know, for someone without a lot of dating experience, you re doing a really good job.
Good. Because I want this to be a night we ll remember. Now we need to call Louis or I m
going to re-examine my position on fundraiser trysts, and that s probably not a great idea.
Chapter Eleven
Beth
Louis brought the car around, and we got into the backseat. Mark rested a hand on my leg, and
traced a path much like the one I had traced at O Malley s. I swear that if Louis didn t work for my
father, I would have put the divider up and suggested some limo sex for real. I was dying to at least
make out but I had known Louis since I was a kid. It would be like making out in front of my uncle.
Thankfully, there wasn t a lot of traffic and we were back in the city in no time. Louis dropped us off,
and Mark and I went up to my apartment.
He waited for me in the living room while I went into change. I decided to be daring. I found a
light, loose cotton mini dress and I slipped it over my head without a scrap on underneath. I found a
decently comfortable pair of strappy heels, and with some moisturizer on my legs, and a dab of Jour
d Hermès, on my pulse points I was done.
I did toss some undies in an overnight bag along with some comfy clothes, make-up and
necessary toiletries, and I made sure to take my pill. When I came back into the room Mark was
examining a painting on my wall. He turned around and his eyes went to my legs.
That s one of mine, I said, wondering what he thought of the explosion of color.
I know I recognize it, he said, surprising me. I was about to ask him how when I was
distracted. You look great, he said letting his gaze travel lazily back up to my eyes, and walking
over to kiss me softly on the lips.
Thanks. I smiled thinking about how he would react when he found out I wasn t wearing
anything underneath my dress. He took my hand and we left.
When we got to the parking garage, he led me to his car and deactivated the alarm. I confess, I
paused to ogle for a moment. That was one hot car.
This is a classic Karmann Ghia, I said, lightly running my hand over the hood. The Karmann
Ghia is like the coolest car ever made, and it s in beautiful condition. What is this, a 1970? He
didn t reply so I looked up. He was staring at me with a funny look on his face.
1971, he answered, still looking at me strangely.
Are you okay? I asked, wondering if he was suddenly feeling ill or something.
Yeah. I m good. I m great. I m just& Let s go.
Fifteen minutes later, we were back at his place. I knew he had recently moved, but I hadn t
realized that he had moved into a renovated warehouse in the hip Northern Liberties neighborhood. I
was immediately in love with his place. It had bare brick walls and hardwood floors. There was a
circular wrought iron staircase leading to a loft overlooking the living room, a modern kitchen
underneath the loft was done in black and chrome and the fireplace was made of dark wood.
It was what was hanging over the fireplace that made freeze in my tracks. It was one of my
paintings. I had been lucky enough to get a place in a few local gallery showings. This one had been
shown a couple of months ago. Like the one in my apartment, it was an abstract explosion of color,
but this had words incorporated into the design art music live breathe desire and
experience.
You bought my painting, I said spinning around and smiling with delight.
Yeah, bold color is good. He smiled.
Bright color is good too, I said smiling back and feeling my cheeks heat up. I saw him breathe
in deeply, and he walked over to me and gently ran his knuckles along my jaw.
You know, hardly anybody blushes anymore. You re so beautiful. He leaned down to kiss me,
and my lips parted in anticipation, and then my phone rang.
I had better see who it is, I said puzzled at who would be calling me. I grabbed my purse and
took my phone out. I didn t recognize the number and there was no name.
I ll go change. I ll be down in a minute. He headed for the staircase.
Hello?
Beth, somebody is following me!
Caitlin? Is that you? How did you get my number?
Beth! I m serious! There s somebody following me.
Go to the police.
I can t. Look, I want to tell you the whole story.
Okay, fine. Come into the office on Monday. In the meanwhile, if you won t go to the police, go
stay with a friend.
I don t have a friend, she answered.
What? You& really? Well, go to your place and lock the doors and don t let anyone in. You re
probably just imagining things, but you should be safe that way. You live in a secure building don t
you?
Yeah.
Caitlin& if you need to& Oh God, don t do it Beth!
Oh shit! Are you with Mike? I m sorry Beth. I breathed a sigh of relief. Hey, it will be okay.
I m almost at my place now. I ll ask the doorman to tell me if anyone weird is hanging around.
Okay, come in Monday, but you had better tell me everything. I paused. And be careful.
Thanks Beth. You re nice. With that she hung up. Was she serious, or was she trying to play on
my sympathy? Okay, Beth, Mark is upstairs getting ready to get sexy with you. Don t stand here
worrying about whether Caitlin has friends.
As if on cue, Mark came back down the stairs wearing a pair of loose fitting black lounge pants
and nothing else. His muscles were hard and defined, but not bulky. He had a sprinkling of hair on his
chest, a six-pack and sweet baby Jesus he had that V.
Did I hear you say that was Caitlin calling you? What did she want? he asked, walking over to
his sound system. He bent down to look for something. My God his ass was magnificent.
Huh? Oh, uh, she thinks someone s following her.
You re kidding. Did you tell her to go the cops? He found his iPod and placed it on the
speakers. I recognized Jace Everett s Bad Things and I smiled. He turned and faced me.
Yeah, I did. Uh, she said she couldn t. Then I told her to go to a friend s place, and she said she
didn t have any. Mark, do you think&
I don t know, and I have to confess, I have other things on my mind at the moment. I m going to
be initiating foreplay now, Beth. So I m going to need you to turn your cell phone off. You ll be busy
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