Seduction by Velvet

to know.
    â€œI couldn’t tell you,” Terra said casually, taking a sip of her chilled Russian vodka.
    Lexington looked at her strangely. “What do you mean?”
    â€œWe didn’t go to the concert.”
    â€œWhy?” Lexington pinned her with a questioning stare. “I thought you said you got the tickets.”
    â€œI did get the tickets; spent twenty-five hundred dollars on them as a matter of fact,” Terra said, still upset at wasting money on the unused tickets. “But Sage had to leave as soon as we got to the restaurant because his father had been rushed to the emergency room. So to answer your question, nothing happened because he left before the night got started.”
    â€œHow is his father? Hope it wasn’t anything serious.” Lexington knew the elder Hirschfield from her childhood and admired his accomplishments.
    â€œI don’t know. I called his office yesterday, but his secretary said he was on a conference call, and he hasn’t called me back yet. It’s not like Sage not to return my call right away. I hope everything’s okay,” Terra said, beginning to worry.
    â€œCall him now and find out what’s going on,” Lexington suggested.
    â€œGood idea.” Terra took out her phone and called Sage’s cell, but after five rings, it went into voice mail. “Hey, it’s me. I was calling to find out how your dad is doing. Call me back,” Terra said, leaving him a message.
    â€œWell, let’s hope everything’s okay,” Lexington said, picking up her vodka rocks and draining the last drop from the glass.
    â€œYeah, let’s hope.”
    â€œCan I get you ladies another round?” asked the handsome, hunky bartender.
    â€œAbsolutely!” Lexington winked, flirting with the Terrence Howard look-alike. She glanced around the cozy room with its low ceiling, overstuffed leather chairs, and intimate booths. Pravda drew some of the prettiest people in the city, and was popular with the late-night crowd. “There are some fine men here tonight,” she said, spotting a group of Abercrombie & Fitch–looking models.
    Terra swiveled slightly on the bar stool and took a peek. “They’re cute, but they look like teenagers. I like my men a bit more seasoned.”
    â€œLike Professor Langston?” Lexington asked, pinning Terra with a knowing look.
    In her junior year of college, Terra had an affair with her drama professor. David Langston was just out of graduate school and only a few years older than Terra. He was an aspiring actor himself and had the movie-star good looks to go along with his skills. He was six feet three inches, slim, with Belgian chocolate skin and honey-colored eyes. David was distracted by Terra’s beauty the moment she stepped into his class and he tried his best to ignore the attraction he felt for her. He kept his libido in check until the day he had to help her with a love scene. Terra was having a hard time kissing her acting partner passionately. They were portraying star-crossed lovers, but her kiss was lukewarm at best. David stopped the action, stepped on the stage, swept Terra into his arms, and kissed her, tongue and all. He held her tight in his arms until he felt her respond. His mission was to show the class how to deliver a passionate kiss, but he wasn’t acting. His kiss was real.
    Terra had never been kissed like that before, and his kiss unleashed a desire in her that she never knew existed, and she wanted more. Terra got his address from the department secretary—under the guise of dropping off an overdue paper—and showed up on his doorstep unannounced, but not unwelcomed.
    David opened his door and didn’t say one word. He just pulled her inside and shut the door. He untied the belt on her trench coat as if he were unwrapping an unexpected gift. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them past her slim hips. He then got on his knees and kissed