Delia had barely gotten half a mile up the road from her doctor’s office before she had to pull over. Her hands were shaking too bad to drive.
That man…that gorgeous man with the Midas touch was responsible for her current distress.
Okay, let’s be honest here. Really honest.
Delia wasn’t in any kind of distress. She was still in a state of semi-ecstasy from that powerful release she’d had in that examining room. And if Royal was to blame for anything, it was for showing Delia what she’d been missing out on all these years. What she’d never had with E-Blade or any other man.
I wonder if he’s married, Delia mused, allowing her mind to go there if only for a moment. A man like that ‘has’ to be married. And yet she couldn’t recall ever seeing a ring on either of Royal’s hands.
“If he ain’t married, he’s probably spreading his icing on as many cakes as he can find,” Delia deduced aloud, instantly coming down from her erotic high. She frowned at even the thought of hooking up with another playa, playboy or whatever else they called confirmed bachelors in this largely suburban town.
“Girl, you’re better off alone,” Delia told herself as she restarted the car. Yet instead of driving to her first real estate appointment, she headed home for a quick shower. A very cold shower.
© 2008 by Suprina Frazier