When Amber Got Her Groove Back - Formerly Mark of a Good Man by Ana E Ross

Author:Ana E Ross [Ross, Ana E]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Anthologies, United States, African American, Collections & Anthologies, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B007EFH1OM
Publisher: Ana E Ross
Published: 2014-01-06T05:00:00+00:00

Amber tossed the rag on the granite countertop. “You need glasses.”

“You need this.” He picked up a glass from a table behind him and pressed in into her hand.

Amber squinted her eyes at the red liquid in the glass. “What is it?”

“Just drink it. It’ll make you feel better.”

She sniffed the stuff and made a face. “It smells horrible.”

“Things that are good for you usually do.” He curved his fingers around her hand and guided the glass to her mouth. “Don’t sip it; just drink in down in one long swallow.”

His warm uneven breath tickled the side of her face, reminding her of the intimate encounter with him last night. Amber opened her mouth and downed the liquid in one long swallow just as he’d recommended, then made a sour face as the vile taste lingered in her mouth.

“Good girl,” Mark said, ignoring her disgusted expression and taking the glass from her. He rinsed it out and placed it on the counter, then took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. “Now,” he said, helping her unto the bed, “lie down for a while, and I promise when you get up, the throbbing in your head and the queasiness in your stomach will be gone. You’ll feel like a new woman.”

“But it’s late already and I—”

“Shh.” He pulled the white cotton sheet up around her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and walked out of the room.

Amber frowned at the drawn shades. She hadn’t closed them, but before she could even piece the last few moments of her life together, she was in a deep sleep.

When she awoke, the sun was on the western side of the house, heading south, and just as Mark had promised, her headache and queasy stomach were gone. She rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling fan as it spun so slowly she could count the blades each time they came around.

In all her thirty years on this planet, Amber had never met a man as sexy, gentle, kind, and sweet as Mark Castle. He was the kind of man every girl dreamed of taking home to their families and rubbing in the jealous faces of their sisters and girl cousins. Alas, she had no family, no jealous sisters or cousins to show him off to. All she had were her girls, and she was definitely not introducing Mark to them.

Amber looked at the clock. It was two o’clock. She had to call her girls. She reached for her cell phone from the nightstand and checked it. They hadn’t called.

Relax. They’re with their father. If there was trouble, they would have called. Call them later. Take care of you. Live a little.

That voice sounded just like Josie’s, Amber thought as she rolled out of bed. She’d had her sleep. She needed a shower. She couldn’t face Mark or anyone else in her present state. On her way to the bathroom, she stopped short. She had no clean clothes. She turned around in frustration, but then crooned with joy when she saw the travel bag on the chair near the door.

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