THAT night...
SHE wore a flowing, form fitted white spaghetti strapped
gown that cascaded in tumbled silken folds to her abdomen and revealed her
breath in the soft rise of her alabaster breasts. Her eyes reflected an emerald
depth with gold flecks that edged to hazel and were framed by neat, arched
brows that narrowed to her temples where her heartbeat announced the rhythm of
her life. Her only adornment was a starkly white gardenia nestled in the curves
of her auburn curls. The heavy floral fragrance of the corsage announced her
arrival as she glided elegantly to her aisle and settled, like a dove, into her
center seat. She was alone...but not for long.
Would she regret her indulgence?
HE was a towering, self-assured giant of a black man,
chest broad and arms outstretched in opulent black leather. His dark mahogany
eyes locked irresistibly onto her and declared his desire. The opera house
erupted with his full bass-baritone harmony. His musical seduction began, and
his hypnotic gaze was met by her eager response as she answered his desire with
a blush.
His hypnotic gaze met her heated blush with hunger.
THEY spent an insatiable night together in Room 457 of
the Historic Whitcomb Hotel locked in a magnetic embrace riding moonbeams of
passion and ribbons of desire. He took her to the edge, to a special volcanic
place inside, somewhere she had never before been and never been since: fiery,
impatient, burning, yearning. That magnetic connection fueled a love that wove
them irretrievably together in ways that only the future would disclose--a
future neither of them ever anticipated.
Would the only man she could turn to help, as the secrets
of the past reveal her betrayal?
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