normally,” Anna sighed. “I just have this feeling that after tonight . . . everything will be different.” Then Anna sank back into her seat and stared out at the dark highway.
CHAPTER 15
D amon Darrell sat in his wood-paneled study at a cluttered desk typing an email. According to the decorator, the desk was hand carved, extremely rare, and a perfect complement to the room’s imported wood paneling. It was Juanita who had selected the desk, of course. Damon didn’t care about any of that. He was too busy to care. As far as Damon was concerned, any desk that had space for his seventeen-inch Sony VAIO notebook, a telephone, and a sizable mug of coffee was good enough for him.
As Damon paused to take a sip from his steaming cup, he was surprised to hear a voice behind him. A playful whisper, “Knock, knock.”
Damon turned and nearly dropped his coffee. Juanita stood framed in the doorway, naked. Juanita was almost forty, but thanks to a personal trainer and a private chef, she had the body of a twentysomething bikini model. Slender legs. Luscious hips. Perfect pert breasts. Cocoa skin so evenly toned that she seemed airbrushed. Nine years of marriage, and Damon was still floored by his wife’s beauty. He beamed as he drank her in. “Guess I don’t have to ask if all the help has left.”
Juanita shook her head with a naughty smile. “There’s only one thing dirty in this house, and you’re looking at it.” Then Juanita licked her pouty lips.
Damon responded with a lustful moan. Before he had married Juanita, and even after, Damon had his choice of beautiful women. When you’re rich, famous, and influential, top-shelf pussy isn’t something you look for—it finds you. But with only a handful of exceptions, Damon had steered clear. What set Juanita apart from all the other pretty faces was her unmatched sexual appetite. The woman loved to fuck. Even better, she loved to be fucked good and hard by Damon. Damon knew countless miserable husbands whose sex lives had fallen into a rut or vanished altogether. He didn’t have that problem because making love to Juanita never got old. Unfortunately, tonight Juanita’s timing couldn’t have been worse. Damon had an important phone call to make, one that required complete secrecy. The call was scheduled for two a.m. and it was already two ten. Damon knew that the man waiting for the call would not be happy.
Juanita deflated when she saw a frown appear on Damon’s face. She knew her husband’s I’m too busy look all too well. “But it’s two in the morning.” She pouted. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“Unfortunately, it can’t. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
Where some women might feel rejected and react with resentment, Juanita just smiled and said, “Well, try not to work too hard. Good night.” Then she blew Damon a kiss and closed the door behind her. That was one of the things Damon loved most about Juanita. She wasn’t one of those idle women who constantly competed with their husband’s career for attention.
As it happened, the late-night conference that Damon was about to have had nothing to do with his career or a business deal, but Juanita didn’t need to know that.
Damon cocked his ear toward the door and listened carefully. When he heard Juanita padding up the winding staircase toward their bedroom, he crossed the study and locked the door. The only reason he’d left the door unlocked in the first place was that he knew Juanita would peek in to say good night before going to bed. He had no idea that she would be in such a playful mood, especially after hosting a dinner party. While Damon was waiting for Juanita to pop in, he had replied to a few unimportant emails and checked the overseas stock quotes. Now that Juanita was headed off to bed and there was no chance of being interrupted, Damon could finally make the scheduled call.
Damon glanced at the clock. Two fifteen a.m. He just hoped it
CHAPTER 15
D amon Darrell sat in his wood-paneled study at a cluttered desk typing an email. According to the decorator, the desk was hand carved, extremely rare, and a perfect complement to the room’s imported wood paneling. It was Juanita who had selected the desk, of course. Damon didn’t care about any of that. He was too busy to care. As far as Damon was concerned, any desk that had space for his seventeen-inch Sony VAIO notebook, a telephone, and a sizable mug of coffee was good enough for him.
As Damon paused to take a sip from his steaming cup, he was surprised to hear a voice behind him. A playful whisper, “Knock, knock.”
Damon turned and nearly dropped his coffee. Juanita stood framed in the doorway, naked. Juanita was almost forty, but thanks to a personal trainer and a private chef, she had the body of a twentysomething bikini model. Slender legs. Luscious hips. Perfect pert breasts. Cocoa skin so evenly toned that she seemed airbrushed. Nine years of marriage, and Damon was still floored by his wife’s beauty. He beamed as he drank her in. “Guess I don’t have to ask if all the help has left.”
Juanita shook her head with a naughty smile. “There’s only one thing dirty in this house, and you’re looking at it.” Then Juanita licked her pouty lips.
Damon responded with a lustful moan. Before he had married Juanita, and even after, Damon had his choice of beautiful women. When you’re rich, famous, and influential, top-shelf pussy isn’t something you look for—it finds you. But with only a handful of exceptions, Damon had steered clear. What set Juanita apart from all the other pretty faces was her unmatched sexual appetite. The woman loved to fuck. Even better, she loved to be fucked good and hard by Damon. Damon knew countless miserable husbands whose sex lives had fallen into a rut or vanished altogether. He didn’t have that problem because making love to Juanita never got old. Unfortunately, tonight Juanita’s timing couldn’t have been worse. Damon had an important phone call to make, one that required complete secrecy. The call was scheduled for two a.m. and it was already two ten. Damon knew that the man waiting for the call would not be happy.
Juanita deflated when she saw a frown appear on Damon’s face. She knew her husband’s I’m too busy look all too well. “But it’s two in the morning.” She pouted. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“Unfortunately, it can’t. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”
Where some women might feel rejected and react with resentment, Juanita just smiled and said, “Well, try not to work too hard. Good night.” Then she blew Damon a kiss and closed the door behind her. That was one of the things Damon loved most about Juanita. She wasn’t one of those idle women who constantly competed with their husband’s career for attention.
As it happened, the late-night conference that Damon was about to have had nothing to do with his career or a business deal, but Juanita didn’t need to know that.
Damon cocked his ear toward the door and listened carefully. When he heard Juanita padding up the winding staircase toward their bedroom, he crossed the study and locked the door. The only reason he’d left the door unlocked in the first place was that he knew Juanita would peek in to say good night before going to bed. He had no idea that she would be in such a playful mood, especially after hosting a dinner party. While Damon was waiting for Juanita to pop in, he had replied to a few unimportant emails and checked the overseas stock quotes. Now that Juanita was headed off to bed and there was no chance of being interrupted, Damon could finally make the scheduled call.
Damon glanced at the clock. Two fifteen a.m. He just hoped it
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