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“I assumed you’d like that. Now try this. This is a crab claw sautéed in garlic herb butter.”
The warm, well-seasoned butter and fullness of meat from the crab claw had Myla on the verge of an orgasm. She didn’t cook, so she couldn’t understand where the spices that were used to prepare this meal even came from.
“That is so damn good! Dante, there’s no way you’re real. Handsome, Realtor, and a chef. I could get used to this treatment. I can’t thank you enough,” she complimented.
Dante laughed.
“My grandma used to call me the jack-of-all-trades. My next task is getting you out of this clay bath and getting you rehydrated and moisturized,” Dante said as he placed the food on the counter and removed the plug to drain the clay-filled water.
“But I don’t want to get out,” Myla groaned.
She was so relaxed that she didn’t want to get up. The health spa that she attended never made her feel this good.
“I know. But even though clay has a lot of positive qualities, it has side effects. It can remove all the moisture from your skin, making it tight and dry. So, stand up and let’s do a quick wash to remove the residue and rehydrate your skin,” Dante ordered.
Myla loved the way he took charge.
“If you insist,” Myla said as she stood with no shame. She worked hard in the gym to maintain her physique. She refused to be modest when she knew that one day this man would be hers.
“Goddamn!” Dante couldn’t hide his appreciation. Myla’s body was perfect.
With a light soapy sponge, he bathed her entire body. The sensuality of his strong masculine hands over her delicate curves made her knees weak.
“That feels so good, Dante. This is what it feels like to be worshipped.”
“No, this is what it feels like to be worshipped,” Dante said as he replaced the sponge with his mouth.
Her back arched as he sucked her clitoris demonically. She had not been with a man in four years. Now, here was this man putting her entire pussy into his mouth.
“Eat this pussy, Dante!” she screamed when he lifted her from the tub and laid her on the thick carpet. Myla’s sounds of ecstasy as Dante’s long tongue entered her pink center were guttural.
“I plan to,” he said as he licked her from front to back.
His personal thought as he slurped Myla’s wet center was, You can have this tongue, but this dick belongs to Violet tonight.
16
Four Weeks Later
Miranda sat in her office, looking at the handwritten notes she had written to herself.
Stay out of it!
Mind your fucking business!
Let her figure it out!
**Worry about yourself!!!**
She had written that last note in BOLD ink and placed stars around it with a red pen. But try as she might, she couldn’t just worry about herself.
Since the age of fourteen, Myla had been her constant. Her sister from another mister. Her best friend. Everything, either good or bad, in her life, she shared with Myla.
Now that this Dante character was in the picture, things had been strained between them. For the past thirty days, no one could get more than a ‘Let me call you back’ response from Myla.
She’d reply to a text, but as far as a conversation, Myla made no time for it. From the time they met, they had not gone more than seventy-two hours without speaking to each other. And even then, they’d text to stay in contact. Miranda had gone to Myla’s home, and even though her car was there, no one came to the door. The only thing left for her to do, before calling for a welfare check, was to call Myla’s job.
As she listened to the ringback message while waiting for the call to be answered, Miranda wondered how Myla was unbothered by not speaking for thirty days.
