Hi y’all. As promised, this is the unedited “okay” scene I was working on last night…let me know what you think…
When dinner was over he rose with her in his arms, carrying her to the bed, and though he was hard, somehow he was able to subdue the constant, driving urgency he felt to make love to her. Instead they did something he’d only just started doing recently in bed – they talked.
“I have a dinner to go to tomorrow. I want you to come with me.”
“You’ll need a cocktail dress.”
“You mean after five?”
“Yes. Do you have anything suitable?” He knew she didn’t, but he didn’t want her to know he’d gone snooping through her things.
“’Fraid not. I mean, I do, but my good dress is so old you’d probably be embarrassed.”
He doubted that. Even in an old dress Tunie would still be gorgeous. But the people they were meeting would find fault if she appeared ill dressed, and he would not have her humiliated by their smilingly delivered slights and sharp eyed judgment. He didn’t even want to attend, but it was a work obligation, and it was prudent to bring a date to these sorts of affairs. Women had a tendency to lighten the mood.
“Well, you’ll have to go shopping then.”
“Okay.” Continue reading