The foggy mist
slowly cleared as Larentia drove her car around the curve. The headlights of her
car shone on the house as it came into the view.
Delmar
Devereaux called his home the Casa de
Delmar. What he described as a home was
really a rusty elegant old mansion nestled on a cliff overlooking the Pacific
Ocean.
Larentia pulled her car onto the private road.
She checked the clock on her dashboard. It was almost three in the morning. Her
eyes glanced at the car thermometer it read thirty eight degrees Fahrenheit. It was a good thing Delmar was
expecting her it was cold out.
She drove a short
distance and made her way the curving driveway and parked her car. She
reached over to the empty seat next to her and retrieved her coat.
She got out of the car and grab her overnight
bag. The dark sky broke into crack of thunder as lighting exploded.
Quickly she made it to the front door and rang
the bell.
Delmar answered the door. He grinned wide. “Ah
you made Larentia. I knew you would come. Quickly come inside its cold out.”
Larentia
stepped into the foyer. Her eyes glimpsed a person staring.
Standing off down the hallway she saw a lithe
silent gray hair old woman staring back at her.
“Who’s that?” Larentia asked.
“I’m Lupe Clay the housekeeper. Who are you?”
Delmar softly smiled. “Lupe this is Larentia
Acca Baptiste she is harmless.”
Lupe stood her ground. Her eyes looked Larentia
up and down slowly. “She’s not harmless. Not wearing a fur coat that expensive.”
“My fur
coat is none of your concerns. Beside it faux fur,” Larentia said in her
defensive.
Delmar
shook his head. “Lupe my dear go back to bed. I’ll show the young lady to her
room.”
Lupe nodded as she walked away.
Delmar took her bag. “Come follow me. Your room
is right down this hallway.”
♥♥♥♥
Thirty minutes
later Larentia stood by the fire and
watched Delmar as she told him the details of her Cousin Camille’s engagement. Delmar
sat on the edge of the bed with his head buried in his hands. Larentia felt that familiar fire flutter
inside her as she watched him. He was
tall, strong and handsome. My stupid cousin Camille doesn’t even realize Delmar
is the better man, she thought.
“Delmar, you should get over Camille. She’s
not worth it. You should have seen how her eyes lit up with selfish greed when Desmond
gave her that seven-carat emerald-cut diamond ring,” she said, as she closed
the distance between them. She on the bed next to him and brushed her body
close.
Delmar sighed and looked up at her
suspiciously. Sometimes he hated the games women played.
He shrugged. “Seven-carat emerald cut diamond.
You seem to know the size of it exactly, he nodded. “Larentia any particular
reason why you do?”
Larentia laughed outright. “When I was a child
I dreamed of being a gem cutter. I read everything about diamonds and gem
cutting. I can spot the size and cut a mile away.”
Delmar’s stare was calculative. “Try that one
again Larentia,” he said keeping his voice even.
“Okay maybe I fudged a little. So I dated a
gem cutter once,” she shrugged. “He taught me a lot.”
“Now
that one I will believe,” Delmar
said leaning back. “I should get going and let you get some rest.”
Larentia
snuggled close to him. She took his took his and guided it to her left thigh. Her eyes looked up into his.
Delmar
Devereaux jaw tightened. “What is this?”
“Don’t tell me you’re
not interested?” She asked as he eyes narrowed into slits.
Delmar started to
laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to proposition me. You want to give me your
body for a place to lay you head?”
Larentia drew back and
frowned. “I was just suggesting that we occupy our time in the pursuant of
pleasuring each other.”
Delmar laughed out
loud. “I don’t think so honey. I don’t know where the lady has been,” he shook
his head. “In my experience a lady that offers up her wares so quickly and so
freely has a flair for a line of profession that has known to be very close to
streetwalking. You now the profession that brings its income from a line of
work also known as prostitution.”
Larentia face hardened.
Delmar started
to rise off the bed. “Get some sleep Larentia. I need you to have your head
clear and fresh in the morning. We need to think of a plan of action on how to
break up things between your cousin Camille and that Desmond man. And who knows
maybe even get you a seven-carat diamond ring in the process,” he laughed out.
All at once
lightning flashed. It illuminated the window.
Larentia reached out her hand and grabbed his
arm. “Delmar your house is so big and eerie, even creepy. “Please can’t
I just sleep with you? We don’t have to sex or anything. Just keep each other
warm and…”
The room went completely
dark.
Larentia sobbed out.
A flash of light illuminated
the window.
“Larentia I don’t believe you
are acting. I believe you are afraid of thunder and lightning?”
Immediately she threw her
arms around him and burst into tears. “Yes…..Yes!”
Stay tuned…….To be continued…
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