The Secret Admirer (Book 1) by Martinez Amanda

Author:Martinez, Amanda [Martinez, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-11-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Driving home during Friday rush hour gave Deborah plenty of time to think about the red envelope. She was sure Chance and Chad were not her Secret Admirer, and while Mark was still a suspect, he didn’t strike her as the kind of man who would pine for a woman. That left her with only a few options, but those few represented huge numbers. The red envelope could have come from someone else in the building, where hundreds of people worked. It could be from anyone who she interacted on a daily basis, and that person was a true stalker. Or, it could be someone she missed in the office. Deborah wasn’t sure which one it could be, but she was sure it was time to get Bob informed of the situation.

As Deborah pulled into the driveway, she was surprised to see Bob’s car already in the garage. She parked, went to the mailbox, found it empty, and went up to the house. Bob was in the kitchen, apron over his work clothes, putting the finishing touches on dinner.

“Hi Debs!” Bob said, sliding on the floor to give her a kiss, “Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes, so get washed up.”

Deborah smiled at her husband’s culinary gymnastics and asked, “Is that rack of lamb? You know Benny doesn’t like lamb.”

“Yes it is, and no he doesn’t,” Bob said, “which is why he is spending the night at Kevin’s house. It also gives us the opportunity to do more than eat a good meal in peace.”

“Really? And what else do you have in mind?” Deborah asked, her smile extending from ear to ear.

“Oh, you have no idea! Now, get going. Cooking all this food makes me hungry.”

Deborah went upstairs and washed up, all the time thinking again how she didn’t need a Secret Admirer, that Bob was more than enough for her. She stripped off her work clothes and looked for something sexy in her closet. Her eyes fell on a red silk wrap-around dress what would be perfect. It fit her like a second skin, and for the best effect, Deborah removed her bra and panties.

“You look like sex on a stick,” She said to herself while looking in the bathroom mirror. Her nipples strained at the silky material, and the neckline showed the deep valley between her breasts. She put on a pair of matching red high heels and walked down the stairs.

Bob looked up from setting the table and whistled, “Oh Debs, you look amazing. Maybe I’m not as hungry as I thought. Maybe I’m a different word that begins with ‘H‘.”

“Too bad, Mr. Campbell. You can’t have dessert until you’ve eaten dinner,” Deborah said. She walked over to her seat, but before she could pull the seat out, Bob was there to do it for her. She smiled at him and sat, allowing him to push the chair in. Bob moved to the rack of lamb, served Deborah and then himself. Instead of taking his normal seat at the head of the table, Bob sat next to Deborah.

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