Chapter One
“Be careful going home,” Gwenevere said before she kissed her youngest daughter, Kristy, on the cheek.
Kristy hugged her. “I’m glad you’re home, Mom.”
“Thank you. Call me later sometime.”
“I will.” Kristy walked away smiling.
Gwen stood in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt while she watched her daughter leave. The visit with Krystal and Kristy had been most enjoyable. They’d chatted and laughed for a few hours before Krystal, her oldest, had had to leave. Kristy had stayed and brought Gwen up to speed on her college classes and new part-time job. From the conversation Gwen had had with both girls, they were doing well on their own. Gwen couldn’t have been prouder.
As Kristy drove away, Gwen stepped into her house. She secured the locks then headed for the kitchen. Silence filled her three-bedroom home. When the girls had been younger, they’d always been making noise, or a television or radio had been playing. Since they’d both moved out, the house seemed empty. Quiet. Much too big for one person. Although she held many memories within the walls of the suburban residence, she considered that the time had come to downsize.
She entered the kitchen and picked up her cell phone from the table. Staring at the screen, she slid her finger over it to get to her inbox. She’d sent a few email messages yesterday to the men she’d met during her vacation. They were short thank you notes to let them know she’d returned home and would like to keep in touch with them if they were interested. She hoped one would respond and would take kindly to the idea of a long-distance relationship. Twenty-four hours had passed and not a single response. She continued to check for one anyway.
She tapped the icon on the phone. A number indicated she’d received mail. Her heart jumped, hoping the message was from one of her acquaintances in Europe. She touched the screen and opened the communication. She dropped her jaw when she noticed the name of the sender.
Dearest Gwen,
I’m glad to hear you had a good trip and have returned home safely. I enjoyed our time together on the plane and in London. Rest assured, you are never far from my thoughts. You are an incredible, passionate woman. Let’s stay in touch. Literally.
Warmest regards,
Phillip
Gwen smiled as she reread his message. Her pulse quickened. She was still in his thoughts. Score one hot, sexy billionaire for Gwen! Biting her bottom lip, she hit the reply button.
Phillip,
Thank you for the kind compliment. I’d love to keep in touch. And if you’re ever in the Midwest, please say hello so I can touch.
Warmest kisses,
Gwen
She set the device on the table then headed to the sink. The joy flowing through her kept the happy expression on her face. Phillip had responded and his message held the potential of a continuous relationship. She liked the idea and she had a deep fondness for the man. He’d been kind and generous to her in London. He’d been hot and naughty with her in bed too. Their time together had been wonderful, steamy and orgasmic. She took a deep breath. Oh, she’d love to know him more. And indulge in more hours of incredible sex with him.
She turned on the taps, waited for the hot water, then filled the sink and added soap. Bubbles spread as she placed the utensils and cups in the fluid. As quick as she could, she scrubbed the dishes. When she placed the last glass on the drain board, she heard the phone ring. Hands wet and soapy, she twisted to look at her cell on the table. The screen was illuminated. She grabbed the towel on the counter then rushed to answer the call.
“Hello,” she said without wasting a second to check who the caller was.
“Gwen, it’s Melanie. How are you sweetie?”
“Hey. How are you?” Gwen returned to the sink to pull the plug.
“I’m good. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to talk to you. I missed you over the last five weeks.”
“Aw, thank
“Be careful going home,” Gwenevere said before she kissed her youngest daughter, Kristy, on the cheek.
Kristy hugged her. “I’m glad you’re home, Mom.”
“Thank you. Call me later sometime.”
“I will.” Kristy walked away smiling.
Gwen stood in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt while she watched her daughter leave. The visit with Krystal and Kristy had been most enjoyable. They’d chatted and laughed for a few hours before Krystal, her oldest, had had to leave. Kristy had stayed and brought Gwen up to speed on her college classes and new part-time job. From the conversation Gwen had had with both girls, they were doing well on their own. Gwen couldn’t have been prouder.
As Kristy drove away, Gwen stepped into her house. She secured the locks then headed for the kitchen. Silence filled her three-bedroom home. When the girls had been younger, they’d always been making noise, or a television or radio had been playing. Since they’d both moved out, the house seemed empty. Quiet. Much too big for one person. Although she held many memories within the walls of the suburban residence, she considered that the time had come to downsize.
She entered the kitchen and picked up her cell phone from the table. Staring at the screen, she slid her finger over it to get to her inbox. She’d sent a few email messages yesterday to the men she’d met during her vacation. They were short thank you notes to let them know she’d returned home and would like to keep in touch with them if they were interested. She hoped one would respond and would take kindly to the idea of a long-distance relationship. Twenty-four hours had passed and not a single response. She continued to check for one anyway.
She tapped the icon on the phone. A number indicated she’d received mail. Her heart jumped, hoping the message was from one of her acquaintances in Europe. She touched the screen and opened the communication. She dropped her jaw when she noticed the name of the sender.
Dearest Gwen,
I’m glad to hear you had a good trip and have returned home safely. I enjoyed our time together on the plane and in London. Rest assured, you are never far from my thoughts. You are an incredible, passionate woman. Let’s stay in touch. Literally.
Warmest regards,
Phillip
Gwen smiled as she reread his message. Her pulse quickened. She was still in his thoughts. Score one hot, sexy billionaire for Gwen! Biting her bottom lip, she hit the reply button.
Phillip,
Thank you for the kind compliment. I’d love to keep in touch. And if you’re ever in the Midwest, please say hello so I can touch.
Warmest kisses,
Gwen
She set the device on the table then headed to the sink. The joy flowing through her kept the happy expression on her face. Phillip had responded and his message held the potential of a continuous relationship. She liked the idea and she had a deep fondness for the man. He’d been kind and generous to her in London. He’d been hot and naughty with her in bed too. Their time together had been wonderful, steamy and orgasmic. She took a deep breath. Oh, she’d love to know him more. And indulge in more hours of incredible sex with him.
She turned on the taps, waited for the hot water, then filled the sink and added soap. Bubbles spread as she placed the utensils and cups in the fluid. As quick as she could, she scrubbed the dishes. When she placed the last glass on the drain board, she heard the phone ring. Hands wet and soapy, she twisted to look at her cell on the table. The screen was illuminated. She grabbed the towel on the counter then rushed to answer the call.
“Hello,” she said without wasting a second to check who the caller was.
“Gwen, it’s Melanie. How are you sweetie?”
“Hey. How are you?” Gwen returned to the sink to pull the plug.
“I’m good. I couldn’t wait until tomorrow to talk to you. I missed you over the last five weeks.”
“Aw, thank
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