don’t want him. Nope. I don’t.
I get a quick shower then slip into a knee-length white, Grecian style dress, flared at the waist with gold banding cinching under my breasts. I put on gold, Grecian wedge-heeled, thong sandals with crisscross ankle straps to round out the look.
Outside, I await Mrs. Wade as I’m five minutes early.
“Darling!” she calls from behind me. She air kisses me as she nears. “You look lovely, darling. Like a beautiful, dark tan Grecian goddess.”
I blush. “Thank you, Mrs. Wade. Just trying to rival you.”
“Why, thank you.” She gives me a twirl, showing off her outfit.
“Hayes,” she drawls happily as she faces me, her eyes looking beyond me.
I freeze. Please don’t let it be Ben. Please don’t let it be Ben, I pray.
“Hello, Mrs. Wade.” It is Ben. His voice caresses my ears. I let out a quiet, shuddering breath as his voice warms every part of my body. Oh, dear God.
I had thought it was the chill of the morning breeze making my hairs stand, but I should’ve known better. Only he can make my body react the way it does when he is close. It is locked into him somehow. I hate that shit.
“What brings you to these parts?” she asks.
“I’ve come to see Sullivan actually,” he says. Shit.
I cringe, wishing the ground would swallow me up.
“Good day, Sullivan,” he greets me.
I turn to face him, avoiding his eyes. “Good day, Mr. Hayes.”
“Would you care to accompany me for a drive and subsequent lunch?” he requests.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hayes. I have plans with Mrs. Wade,” I answer, with a snooty look.
“Nonsense!” Mrs. Wade exclaims. “We can reschedule.” Oh, come on! Work with me lady!
I sigh, shaking my head, “Mrs. Wade–”
“Darling,” she whispers through gritted teeth as she comes closer to me. “When a man as handsome and available as Benjamin Adonis Hayes asks you to accompany him for a drive and subsequent lunch, there is only one right answer.” She then smacks me on the butt and I leap with fright toward him.
Adonis ? I want to splutter into giggles at how apt his name is and how much of a match we are…if only he knew, if only Mrs. Wade knew. She’d probably rush us down the aisle if she knew my middle name was Aphrodite.
Delilah Aphrodite . My birth mother was a real peach when she named me. A slut from the Bible and the Greek goddess of beauty together makes for one fucked up kid. Yeah, those two names should never be seen together.
Mrs. Wade makes her way back toward Ben and hugs and kisses his cheek. “Tell your mother I’ll be visiting soon.” She seems to know Ben really well.
“Will do, Mrs. Wade.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me, making me fidgety.
Mrs. Wade hops into her waiting Mercedes and winks at me just before her chauffeur closes her door.
People flow around us, but I still feel like we’re the only two people on the sidewalk.
“Shall we?” He extends his hand and without hesitation , I take it. Way to put up a fight.
We ride in silence for fifteen minutes until frustrated, I ask, “Where are we…” I suck in a sharp breath as I turn to see Ben staring at me. “Going?” I release softly.
“Sullivan, I’m sorry.” I close my eye s and shake my head, not wanting to hear it.
“Please, Sullivan. I know what I said was wrong,” he pleads, pulling my hand to his lips. “I really am sorry.”
“You can’t imagine how I felt when you said that to me,” I say stone-faced. “Why would you say that?”
“I was an asshole. I felt bad because you said you wanted to leave and I was mad at the reason you wanted to leave. I guess I wanted you to feel the same way,” he explains.
“That’s childish, Ben.”
“I know, I know. And I’m sorry.” He brushes his lips over my knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
“It hurt me, Ben. I cried all night,” I confess – why, I don’t know – tears threatening.
“I’m sorry, Sullivan. I don’t mean to make you cry.” He pulls me to him and
I get a quick shower then slip into a knee-length white, Grecian style dress, flared at the waist with gold banding cinching under my breasts. I put on gold, Grecian wedge-heeled, thong sandals with crisscross ankle straps to round out the look.
Outside, I await Mrs. Wade as I’m five minutes early.
“Darling!” she calls from behind me. She air kisses me as she nears. “You look lovely, darling. Like a beautiful, dark tan Grecian goddess.”
I blush. “Thank you, Mrs. Wade. Just trying to rival you.”
“Why, thank you.” She gives me a twirl, showing off her outfit.
“Hayes,” she drawls happily as she faces me, her eyes looking beyond me.
I freeze. Please don’t let it be Ben. Please don’t let it be Ben, I pray.
“Hello, Mrs. Wade.” It is Ben. His voice caresses my ears. I let out a quiet, shuddering breath as his voice warms every part of my body. Oh, dear God.
I had thought it was the chill of the morning breeze making my hairs stand, but I should’ve known better. Only he can make my body react the way it does when he is close. It is locked into him somehow. I hate that shit.
“What brings you to these parts?” she asks.
“I’ve come to see Sullivan actually,” he says. Shit.
I cringe, wishing the ground would swallow me up.
“Good day, Sullivan,” he greets me.
I turn to face him, avoiding his eyes. “Good day, Mr. Hayes.”
“Would you care to accompany me for a drive and subsequent lunch?” he requests.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hayes. I have plans with Mrs. Wade,” I answer, with a snooty look.
“Nonsense!” Mrs. Wade exclaims. “We can reschedule.” Oh, come on! Work with me lady!
I sigh, shaking my head, “Mrs. Wade–”
“Darling,” she whispers through gritted teeth as she comes closer to me. “When a man as handsome and available as Benjamin Adonis Hayes asks you to accompany him for a drive and subsequent lunch, there is only one right answer.” She then smacks me on the butt and I leap with fright toward him.
Adonis ? I want to splutter into giggles at how apt his name is and how much of a match we are…if only he knew, if only Mrs. Wade knew. She’d probably rush us down the aisle if she knew my middle name was Aphrodite.
Delilah Aphrodite . My birth mother was a real peach when she named me. A slut from the Bible and the Greek goddess of beauty together makes for one fucked up kid. Yeah, those two names should never be seen together.
Mrs. Wade makes her way back toward Ben and hugs and kisses his cheek. “Tell your mother I’ll be visiting soon.” She seems to know Ben really well.
“Will do, Mrs. Wade.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me, making me fidgety.
Mrs. Wade hops into her waiting Mercedes and winks at me just before her chauffeur closes her door.
People flow around us, but I still feel like we’re the only two people on the sidewalk.
“Shall we?” He extends his hand and without hesitation , I take it. Way to put up a fight.
We ride in silence for fifteen minutes until frustrated, I ask, “Where are we…” I suck in a sharp breath as I turn to see Ben staring at me. “Going?” I release softly.
“Sullivan, I’m sorry.” I close my eye s and shake my head, not wanting to hear it.
“Please, Sullivan. I know what I said was wrong,” he pleads, pulling my hand to his lips. “I really am sorry.”
“You can’t imagine how I felt when you said that to me,” I say stone-faced. “Why would you say that?”
“I was an asshole. I felt bad because you said you wanted to leave and I was mad at the reason you wanted to leave. I guess I wanted you to feel the same way,” he explains.
“That’s childish, Ben.”
“I know, I know. And I’m sorry.” He brushes his lips over my knuckles. “I’m sorry.”
“It hurt me, Ben. I cried all night,” I confess – why, I don’t know – tears threatening.
“I’m sorry, Sullivan. I don’t mean to make you cry.” He pulls me to him and
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