Blushing Violet by Blushing Violet [EC Exotica] (mobi) Page A

you soon.”
    “Good night.”
    He waited until she was in her car and turned it on before getting back into the limo. As they pulled away she looked at herself in the rearview mirror and wondered how she had gotten so lucky as to have two of the most amazing dates of her life in less than forty-eight hours. The little voice of her mother told her not to get too attached, that Carlos’ and Morgan’s temporary insanity would lift and they would soon realize how beneath them she was.
    For the first time in a long time, she squashed that voice and relished the blessed silence in her own head.

Chapter Seven
     
    Violet hummed along with the gentle music coming from the speakers overhead. Mrs. Delfin liked to listen to classical while she was getting her massage and Violet enjoyed moving with the music. The scent of eucalyptus and lemongrass gave the air a clean and herbal smell as she worked the massage oil into Mrs. Delfin’s arthritic hands.
    At eighty-three, Mrs. Delfin felt as delicate as tissue paper beneath her hands. She marveled at how soft her skin was and how it felt like a baby’s, despite the wrinkles. Joints swollen and tender relaxed beneath her gentle touch as she worked one finger and then the next. Mrs. Delfin had been coming to her for four years and they knew each other well.
    Mrs. Delfin’s husband had passed away two years ago and she had begun coming in once a week instead of once a month since then. While Mrs. Delfin told her friends that it was for her arthritis, she confided in Violet that she missed being touched. Not in a sexual way, but human beings are social creatures and crave the touch and comfort of another person. She got plenty of hugs and kisses from her grandchildren, but those were different. A massage was just about her feeling good. Violet couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have the loving arms of your husband around you for forty-eight years and suddenly have them gone.
    The elegant melody of a piano blended into the harmony of the clarinet as she moved on to the long muscles of Mrs. Delfin’s arms. Her thoughts drifted over the past three weeks and her heart soared along with the music. She had spent almost every night with either Morgan or Carlos and had the blissed-out mind and aching body to prove it.
    The morning after her first date with Morgan, she found a lovely message from Carlos asking her out to dinner. Morgan had called her later that day and asked to take her to dinner that night. She’d considered lying to him about the reason why they couldn’t go out, but in the end she simply told him she had another date that night. He acted as if it was no big deal and they made plans for later that week.
    That scene repeated itself a few days later when she’d already made plans with Morgan and Carlos wanted to spend time with her. With her heart in her throat she’d told him she had a date with another man that night, but instead of calling her a whore or a bunch of other bad things, he’d simply asked her if the night after that was free.
    Never, in all of her years on Earth, could she imagine that she would be dating two utterly charming, handsome, and amazing men at once without having to hide it or lie.
    Morgan had spent the night last night at her house and the memory of him making breakfast in the nude was one she would never forget. Especially since she had been tied to her kitchen chair at the time with a vibrator humming inside her. For a man that was such a demanding Dom in the bedroom, he had a nurturing streak a mile wide. It shouldn’t surprise her. After all, he had basically been the father figure to his sisters while growing up. He enjoyed giving her pleasure in every way possible and Adam, bless his furry heart, adored him.
    Tonight she was going over to Carlos’ apartment. He was going to meet her in the South American section of Eastern Market and together they were going to buy the ingredients to make Tampiquena , a delicious Mexican steak