shimmering aura surrounding me.
I raise my hand and study the gigantic rock gleaming on my finger.
Everything is too overwhelming to think about, so I finish packing my overnight bag.
Earlier, Seth texted me suggesting I pack to sleep over. When I got the text from him, my coiled muscles went slack. In honesty, I had doubted that I would hear from him again. Except to serve me with divorce papers.
Once I’m ready, I text him a new message.
Me: text me when you’re here. I’ll go down, so u don’t need to park.
An immediate response popped on the screen.
Seth: Be there in twenty
Me: k
I say goodbye to Chloe, reassuring her I will be okay. She insisted I request Seth’s address and phone number. “Just in case,” she had said disapprovingly.
For the entire afternoon, we talked about my new marital status and my relationship with Seth. I was able to convince her that I had to go along with the plan, not only for my family’s sake but also to discover if what happened between Seth and me should be something we explore further. She finally understood. We both came to the same conclusion: Lust dazzled Seth and me. However, there might be an undercurrent energy pulling us together.
And to think I was so judgmental of instant love in the romance novels I’ve read.
“Karma is a bitch!” Chloe eloquently said during our conversation.
I was silent at her comment. She had a point. However, I haven’t fallen in love with Seth. Not yet, anyhow. I had most certainly fallen in lust. And what a lust it was. My body shivered and a rush of warmth rushed to my loins at the mere thought of his hands caressing me.
I have to figure this out.
But first things first. With both hands gripping the handle of my Louis Vuitton duffel, I stand in front of Constellation, my back straight as a board.
As I wait for Seth, I recall how Chloe appeared guilty and worried about the recent developments in my life.
I reassured her that I was a big girl. Therefore, she wasn’t to blame herself. But there was no use. She repeatedly hammered how gullible I had been, and how stupid of her to have encouraged me to be reckless.
A slick coal black BMW pulls over in front of the hotel. Before I see the driver, I know who it is. I feel a jolt of energy in the air. It’s Seth.
He lowers the tinted window and looks directly at me. My bones liquefy under his heated gaze. His lips curve into a slow, dazzling smile.
Before he gets out, I sprint to the car, flick the door open and slide inside the vehicle.
“Hi,” I offer, praying he can’t hear the thumping of my heart.
“Hi,” he says, grinning. He leans in, and his lips touch mine. It’s a gentle kiss. My body doesn’t interpret it that way, though. It goes haywire.
“Ready?” he asks and brushes his lips against mine again.
I nod.
He plucks the duffel bag from my clutched fingers, puts it on the backseat and takes off.
Paying attention to the busy strip, I inhale a calming breath. The classical music floating in the interior slowly relaxes me, dissipating the tension in my distraught body.
“Nice ride.” Can’t I ever just find something a little smarter to say?
“Thanks.” After he merges into the flow of the traffic, he reaches for my hand. “How was the rest of your day?” He brings my hand to his mouth and his lips stroke my knuckles sending a wave of warmth through my bloodstream. He settles our entwined fingers over his jean-clad thigh.
His blond hair is still damp from a shower. He smells of soap, shaving cream, and his woodsy scent. He wears a well-fitted light green shirt that makes his turquoise eyes appear almost a shade of green.
He glances at me with inquisitive eyes, reminding me to answer. “I, uh, err, it went well. After Chloe’s third degree, I took a nap. I feel well rested. Thank you. How about yourself?”
“I had some business to take care of,” he says evasively. “But I had time for a shower and to cook you a
I raise my hand and study the gigantic rock gleaming on my finger.
Everything is too overwhelming to think about, so I finish packing my overnight bag.
Earlier, Seth texted me suggesting I pack to sleep over. When I got the text from him, my coiled muscles went slack. In honesty, I had doubted that I would hear from him again. Except to serve me with divorce papers.
Once I’m ready, I text him a new message.
Me: text me when you’re here. I’ll go down, so u don’t need to park.
An immediate response popped on the screen.
Seth: Be there in twenty
Me: k
I say goodbye to Chloe, reassuring her I will be okay. She insisted I request Seth’s address and phone number. “Just in case,” she had said disapprovingly.
For the entire afternoon, we talked about my new marital status and my relationship with Seth. I was able to convince her that I had to go along with the plan, not only for my family’s sake but also to discover if what happened between Seth and me should be something we explore further. She finally understood. We both came to the same conclusion: Lust dazzled Seth and me. However, there might be an undercurrent energy pulling us together.
And to think I was so judgmental of instant love in the romance novels I’ve read.
“Karma is a bitch!” Chloe eloquently said during our conversation.
I was silent at her comment. She had a point. However, I haven’t fallen in love with Seth. Not yet, anyhow. I had most certainly fallen in lust. And what a lust it was. My body shivered and a rush of warmth rushed to my loins at the mere thought of his hands caressing me.
I have to figure this out.
But first things first. With both hands gripping the handle of my Louis Vuitton duffel, I stand in front of Constellation, my back straight as a board.
As I wait for Seth, I recall how Chloe appeared guilty and worried about the recent developments in my life.
I reassured her that I was a big girl. Therefore, she wasn’t to blame herself. But there was no use. She repeatedly hammered how gullible I had been, and how stupid of her to have encouraged me to be reckless.
A slick coal black BMW pulls over in front of the hotel. Before I see the driver, I know who it is. I feel a jolt of energy in the air. It’s Seth.
He lowers the tinted window and looks directly at me. My bones liquefy under his heated gaze. His lips curve into a slow, dazzling smile.
Before he gets out, I sprint to the car, flick the door open and slide inside the vehicle.
“Hi,” I offer, praying he can’t hear the thumping of my heart.
“Hi,” he says, grinning. He leans in, and his lips touch mine. It’s a gentle kiss. My body doesn’t interpret it that way, though. It goes haywire.
“Ready?” he asks and brushes his lips against mine again.
I nod.
He plucks the duffel bag from my clutched fingers, puts it on the backseat and takes off.
Paying attention to the busy strip, I inhale a calming breath. The classical music floating in the interior slowly relaxes me, dissipating the tension in my distraught body.
“Nice ride.” Can’t I ever just find something a little smarter to say?
“Thanks.” After he merges into the flow of the traffic, he reaches for my hand. “How was the rest of your day?” He brings my hand to his mouth and his lips stroke my knuckles sending a wave of warmth through my bloodstream. He settles our entwined fingers over his jean-clad thigh.
His blond hair is still damp from a shower. He smells of soap, shaving cream, and his woodsy scent. He wears a well-fitted light green shirt that makes his turquoise eyes appear almost a shade of green.
He glances at me with inquisitive eyes, reminding me to answer. “I, uh, err, it went well. After Chloe’s third degree, I took a nap. I feel well rested. Thank you. How about yourself?”
“I had some business to take care of,” he says evasively. “But I had time for a shower and to cook you a
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