Waiting For Me by Ava Claire

Author:Ava Claire
Language: eng
Format: epub

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I stirred, the smell of bacon the first thing that loosened sleep’s grip on me. Feisty, submissive, and cooks breakfast? She really was perfect.

I stretched my arms up above my head, smiling when conversation filtered up the stairs. Last night after part two of fucking her until we were both spent, we talked. Not about D/s, or Delilah James, or her ex, but about television shows. When I found out she’d never seen Lost, I decreed we’d rectify that before she—

“Leaves.” The word was hollow, bitter on my tongue. She was only in Pleasure Point for one more day. She would go back to Sacramento and shortly thereafter, I would be headed back to San Francisco.

And then what?

I rose to my feet, pushing the question away. There was bacon to eat, Lost to watch, and Melissa’s lips to kiss. All the rest would work itself out.

I pulled a pair of boxers and pants on, marching to the bathroom. I glanced at my cell on the counter. A missed call from my assistant, Jessica. Under normal circumstances I’d check it without fail, but I was in no hurry to get back to the real world. I splashed some water on my face, brushed my teeth. When I stepped back into the bedroom, I noticed the volume had gone up exponentially. It wasn’t the television...it was two voices, both female. Heated.

I frowned, pulling on a T-shirt. Definitely yelling.

When I opened the door and one of the voices sailed up the stairs, my stomach soured. It was the voice made of nightmares, drenched in condescension. A voice, a person, that had no business in my home.

Delilah James.

I rushed down the stairs to put a stop to the yelling match that had my labrador, Lola, barking her head off.

Delilah was near the back door, wearing some sort of spandex number. Her red hair fell in tumultuous waves around her face. She had strappy heels on her feet that added an extra five inches to her statuesque frame. She towered above Melissa, glaring at her like something possessed, but if she expected Melissa to grovel, she was sorely disappointed. Melissa was clad in one of my shirts and from the way her body shuddered as she gave as good as she got, she didn’t have much else on. Not that it mattered, because she sized up Delilah she was about to slaughter her, whether she was rocking a T-shirt or armor. When I saw the knife perched precariously close to Melissa on the counter. I stormed into the room.

“What the hell is going on in here?” I thundered.

The room went quite. Even Lola stopped barking. Delilah gasped with delight and bounded over to me, throwing her arms around my neck.

“Oh, Logan! I’ve –”

I gently, but firmly, unlocked her fingers. I had a choice word or two to say, to yell, but being around Delilah was like walking on a minefield. One wrong move and she’d blow us all up.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice tight as a whip.

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