"Why don’t you plan on staying here with me? I don’t have a backyard, but I’ve got the beach."
"A weekend at the beach with a hot chick - life doesn’t get any better."
"Right, I’ll see you Friday, Rocketman."
"Come to the FBO. I’ll call you once we land."
Hanging up the phone, Marti smiled. She sure hadn’t expected that one. A call from Chuck right out of the blue.
Walking to her bedroom, she reached for the wrap he’d given her. She’d thrown it across her chair by the bed. Lifting it to her face, she sniffed picking up a light scent of his smell. Undressing quickly, she tied the wrap across her breasts. Um-m, he’s right. I can feel his energy wrapping around me.
Turning to her mirror, she noticed that her nipples had pebbled from thinking about him. Yes, I know you liked his attention. Just behave yourself this weekend. No screaming.
Keeping the wrap on she wandered back out to the living room to work on the story she was researching for tomorrow’s broadcast. But, her mind was restless. She could feel the tug of the wrap. Just wearing the damn thing was making her think about him. A familiar throb resonated through her body. No. This is not high school. You will not long for him.
Untying the knot, she flung it back on the chair. "Maybe I’ll wear it for him Friday night while we cook, and make him wear one of mine," she muttered pulling on her old terrycloth robe. I like that. A little tit for tat. My house, my rules.
By Friday, Marti had a plan: Tom’s garlic shrimp with veggies and rice for dinner. Shirley had emailed her the recipe. She was determined to get to know Chuck, and not just fall into the sexual fantasy he had created in his backyard. "We’ll walk the beach on Saturday and have lunch at the Riverside Arts Market," she chatted to herself. "Then he’ll go home on Sunday."
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