His Paradise Wife by Tina Martin

Author:Tina Martin [Martin, Tina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance
Amazon: B00N7NMBQI
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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After breakfast, they attended group couples counseling. In attendance were five other couples, sitting in chairs that circled the therapist who’d just finished outlining the stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. She said, of all of these stages, acceptance was the hardest because it was difficult to face the reality of never seeing someone that you loved and cared for again. Then she opened up the floor for people to share their story.

Emily looked around to see if anyone was going to voluntarily stand up and share their experience. No one moved. The room was eerily quiet. Dante was sitting to the right of her and out of her peripheral, she could see him staring at her. Had he even blinked?

Audrey, the woman she’d met at her boutique, stood up and decided to share her story, and as everyone listened keenly, Emily could feel Dante’s eyes on her again.

Dante had been examining her and he didn’t care if she was aware of it or not. This was the first time he was this close to her and she didn’t seem to mind it. He had a good view of her full, ripe lips and could smell her perfume, lotion or whatever she was wearing.

Emily swallowed hard when Dante leaned close to her. She could his body heat co-mingling with hers.

Whispering in her ear, he asked, “Are you going to share your story?”

Emily turned to look at him. He was only a few inches away from her face. This close up, she could see his distinctive features. He was clean-shaven, his face so smooth, she wanted to touch him there. The mustache above his lips enhanced them, made them full and enticing, so much so that she began to think about what they might feel like pressed against hers. The gentle look in his bright, hazel eyes let her know that he really wanted her to participate.

Holding his gaze, she whispered back, “I don’t want to.”

His eyes brightened when he watched her lips move. Had he even heard her?

“Dante, did you hear me?”

The way his name rolled off of her lips had left him somewhat speechless. He loved the way she pronounced it and he looked forward to hearing her say it more often, maybe even more frequently following heavy breathing, panting, and screams of oohs and ahs.

“Dante?” she said when she noticed he looked like he’d drifted off into a reverie.

“Yes. I heard you. We’ll talk about it later.”

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