His Other Woman: A Renny and Rachel Christmas Romance by Nancy MacLaren Page B

whether I looked like an idiot. I was an idiot in love with a fabulous man and to heck with what people I’d never see again thought about it. He enveloped me in his Renny hugeness and I was home again.
    Luckily, we weren’t heading to the Taylor abode that night. Renny had booked a room for us at a nice, somewhat swanky hotel in downtown Nashville. Apparently, he wanted to have some time with me alone, just mano y womano. Maybe he would feel weird schlupping his non-wife in his old boyhood bedroom. Assuming we got to sleep in the same room. I had no idea if the Taylor madre and padre were religious, conservative or old hippies. I was glad for the chance to be alone, alone with Renny and pump him for details while he pumped me with …. Oh, never mind. God, I’ve gotten a filthy mind since meeting this guy.
    We checked in and we checked in, if you know what I mean. We were still so new to each other that every session of lovemaking was an exploration. The man has a master’s degree in tongueology and I am willing to pay those student loans. Well worth the investment. He also seemed to love the taste of me, everywhere! He made such yummy noise I felt like a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream. Whipped cream! We needed to get some of that. I wondered if there was a supermarket close by.
    Exhausted after a couple of trips to wonderland, Renny and I lay curled up in bed as the sun was finally making its way west. I love this time of the day, late afternoon. I always thought it was the sexiest time of day and I was right. At least today. If I died right now I wouldn’t care if I went straight to Hell. I was beginning to become very comfortable with a lot of heat.
    Suddenly Renny slapped my bare thigh as he shot out of bed. “C’mon baby girl, let’s get going, I got lots to show you. You’re gonna love Nashville.”
    “I’d rather stay here and love Nashville from this very room. This very spot,” I said, trying my best seductive voice and pose.
    “Hmmmm… well … no, get up and put on your dancing shoes.”
    Dancing shoes? I had sneakers, black flats and yellow, polka-dot rain boots.
    “What are these dancing shoes you speak of kimosabe?”
    “Nice try, Drake. Marlene had strict orders, so get out those shoes while I de-stinkyfy.”
    As he did a quick top-and-tail I reluctantly unpacked my suitcase. What does one wear for a night on the town in Nashville? Jeans? Yah, probably jeans. I slipped on my new black pair and assessed the damage in the mirror. Why had no one told me the magic weight loss secret that is black denim? I actually looked kinda awesome.
    Renny came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his neck and nothing else. Gorgeous doesn’t describe it. I’d just had two world-class sessions with this man and all I wanted was more. I was turning into a sex maniac. I’d have to join a 12-step group soon. ‘I am powerless over my lust for Renny Taylor and it has made my life … fantastic!’
    He leaned in the doorway, taking me in.
    “Jeez Rach, can you cover those things,” he pointed to my bare breasts, “before I lose all sense of direction. You look, damn, woman, cover yourself.”
    I looked at his now rising penis and felt uber-powerful. Still got it, Drake! Taking pity on the man, I strapped on a bra and chose a great silk shirt in a gorgeous peacock blue. I gave a silent thank you to Marlene for all her help. I needed to get her a gift to let her know how much I appreciated her. Hmmm, I wondered if Garrett had anywhere to go after Christmas?
     
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    Renny took me all over Nashville, from club to club, to meet all his old music buddies. Everyone was wonderful to me but you could tell they totally loved Renny. One man spoke to Renny rather cryptically about his daughter and kept thanking Renny for all he’d done for her. Of course, Ren wouldn’t tell me the story so I waited until he was engrossed in conversation with someone else