didn’t realize it.
He didn’t care where the feelings came from. It only matter that they existed and when he was with her, pleasing her, everything felt right. And for one more night, he intended to hold onto that feeling and this woman until they parted ways.
On the drive home, he had gone through a dozen ways that he might persuade her to stay in New Orleans with him. Each idea seemed more improbable than the last, until he shoved the thought from his mind. Why would any woman like Erica want to move from the incredible life of New York to move down south? Plus even if by some crazy act of fate Erica did agree to stay with him, he could never allow her to go through with it. New York was the media capital of America, and the opportunities for her career would all be quashed if she left.
He headed back into the kitchen and flipped the fillets.
For her future, and her happiness, he had to put his true thoughts for Erica aside. He’d take her to bed tonight, and walk away feeling blessed to have had her in his life, even for such a short time. However Erica had gotten under his skin so quickly, he knew that if he truly cared about her that he had to let her go. If he didn’t have so many obligations here, he might go with her, but he did.
Who was he kidding? Erica didn’t want a forever after. As much as he wanted to believe that she had developed similar feelings for him, he knew that she was into him just for the sex. Her Southern Boy fling was a weekend only ordeal. He needed get some sense into his head and realize the truth, before he did something to ruin whatever time he did have available with her.
He pushed the fish around in the pan and glanced at the stove clock. She was late. He had her number and could text her to see where she was. His hand went for his cell phone before he paused. If she had changed her mind and decided not to come then that was where their weekend ended. He didn’t want it to end this early, but it was her choice. A call would make him sound desperate. He was many things, but weak and desperate were not among them.
He couldn’t let her get away that easily. His thumb hovered over the send message button when the doorbell rang and he closed his phone.
“Coming,” he said.
He took the fish off the fire, straightened his shirt and headed for the door. The bell rang again as he reached for the handle. Air rushed past him and out his lungs as he saw her, and the pressure building against his pants grew.
Erica’s hands fidgeted as she watched him drinking in the sight of her. The evening dress went down to her ankles with a long slit down the side. It went up so high that he swore he could see the lower edge of her lace panties. The upper part hugged her body and revealed all her curves. Some parts of her body he’d explored already, but he knew there was so much more of her that he’d yet to experience. Her breasts filled the limited fabric holding them, and the neckline plunged low enough that her intent for the evening couldn’t be misunderstood.
Words jumbled in his head as he looked at her, before he finally came to his senses and invited her in.
“Absolutely amazing,” he said and he enjoyed seeing her flush red at his praise.
“It’s just something I picked up,” she said.
He loved his reporter from New York. She embraced her raw sexuality and still held embarrassment about it. It was another piece of a puzzle named Erica.
He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the table. “Dinner is almost ready,” he said, pulling the chair out for her. Her red cheeks deepened in color and he knew, that she obviously didn’t get treated this way often. He didn’t know how men in New York treated their women, but they were fools to treat Erica with anything less than their best efforts. Once she settled into her chair, he pulled out a lighter, lit the candles, and then turned down the room lights to create a more intimate glow.
“I’ll be back in a
He didn’t care where the feelings came from. It only matter that they existed and when he was with her, pleasing her, everything felt right. And for one more night, he intended to hold onto that feeling and this woman until they parted ways.
On the drive home, he had gone through a dozen ways that he might persuade her to stay in New Orleans with him. Each idea seemed more improbable than the last, until he shoved the thought from his mind. Why would any woman like Erica want to move from the incredible life of New York to move down south? Plus even if by some crazy act of fate Erica did agree to stay with him, he could never allow her to go through with it. New York was the media capital of America, and the opportunities for her career would all be quashed if she left.
He headed back into the kitchen and flipped the fillets.
For her future, and her happiness, he had to put his true thoughts for Erica aside. He’d take her to bed tonight, and walk away feeling blessed to have had her in his life, even for such a short time. However Erica had gotten under his skin so quickly, he knew that if he truly cared about her that he had to let her go. If he didn’t have so many obligations here, he might go with her, but he did.
Who was he kidding? Erica didn’t want a forever after. As much as he wanted to believe that she had developed similar feelings for him, he knew that she was into him just for the sex. Her Southern Boy fling was a weekend only ordeal. He needed get some sense into his head and realize the truth, before he did something to ruin whatever time he did have available with her.
He pushed the fish around in the pan and glanced at the stove clock. She was late. He had her number and could text her to see where she was. His hand went for his cell phone before he paused. If she had changed her mind and decided not to come then that was where their weekend ended. He didn’t want it to end this early, but it was her choice. A call would make him sound desperate. He was many things, but weak and desperate were not among them.
He couldn’t let her get away that easily. His thumb hovered over the send message button when the doorbell rang and he closed his phone.
“Coming,” he said.
He took the fish off the fire, straightened his shirt and headed for the door. The bell rang again as he reached for the handle. Air rushed past him and out his lungs as he saw her, and the pressure building against his pants grew.
Erica’s hands fidgeted as she watched him drinking in the sight of her. The evening dress went down to her ankles with a long slit down the side. It went up so high that he swore he could see the lower edge of her lace panties. The upper part hugged her body and revealed all her curves. Some parts of her body he’d explored already, but he knew there was so much more of her that he’d yet to experience. Her breasts filled the limited fabric holding them, and the neckline plunged low enough that her intent for the evening couldn’t be misunderstood.
Words jumbled in his head as he looked at her, before he finally came to his senses and invited her in.
“Absolutely amazing,” he said and he enjoyed seeing her flush red at his praise.
“It’s just something I picked up,” she said.
He loved his reporter from New York. She embraced her raw sexuality and still held embarrassment about it. It was another piece of a puzzle named Erica.
He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the table. “Dinner is almost ready,” he said, pulling the chair out for her. Her red cheeks deepened in color and he knew, that she obviously didn’t get treated this way often. He didn’t know how men in New York treated their women, but they were fools to treat Erica with anything less than their best efforts. Once she settled into her chair, he pulled out a lighter, lit the candles, and then turned down the room lights to create a more intimate glow.
“I’ll be back in a
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