Free My White Hero by J A Fielding Page B

was so surreal to her. She was almost drifting out of the store as she worked out who to call first or where to go. She hailed a cab and for some reason gave Taylor’s address without a second thought. When she got there, she saw his truck in the driveway and said a silent prayer thanking God he was already home. It was probably best that he was already home, so she did not have to think of the best way to tell him. She could just come right out and tell him. When she opened the front door, she could hear soft music playing in the background. There was a sweet aroma of grilled chicken breast. She suddenly realized that she had not had anything to eat since breakfast. She walked into the kitchen and smiled. The table was romantically set for two and there was a bottle of chilled white wine that was almost begging Desiree to run towards the table.
    She was still looking at the table when Taylor walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
    “ Hey there,” he said softly. She closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder.
    “ Hey,” she said in almost a whisper. She turned around and looked at him and without even knowing it, a tear was rolling down her cheek.
    “ Those bastards. They have no idea what they are missing out on,” he said. Desiree frowned.
    “ What are you talking about?” she asked confused.
    “ You are crying,” he said. She smiled and shook her head.
    “ I got it,” she said in a small voice. Taylor looked at her and smiled before he picked her up in his arms and swung her around. She squealed before he finally put her down.
    “ I knew you would,” he said as he looked at her. “I made you dinner,” he said as he took her bag from her. She smiled and followed him to the kitchen where he pulled out a seat for her. He poured her a glass of wine and then set a plate in front of her. Her mouth watered just by looking at the food. She loved just how Taylor seemed to know how to use food as a seduction. The platter was carefully laid out: a grilled chicken breast on one side, a spicy vegetable stir fry on the other side and two lemon slices as a garnish. “Bon appetit, mon cherie,” he said as he sat down across from her. She smiled and picked up her fork.
    “ Mmmmm,” she said when she put the first piece of chicken in her mouth. The feeling was simply put, orgasmic. Her mouth seemed to come alive as the flavors burst on her tongue. “You have really outdone yourself this time, Ericson,” she said as she took a long sip of her wine. He smiled and took a bite of his food.
    “ I of course love making you happy, you know that,” he said. She smiled.
    “ Most women are just fine with a man. not an all rounded one, but I had to get the whole package,” she said with a smile.
    “ Are you complaining, Miss Young?” he asked. She shook her head and smiled at him.
    “ Far from it. I will guard you with my life. There is no way I am letting you get in the arms of another woman, or man for that matter,” she said laughing. He looked up at her and frowned.
    “ Hey, not funny,” he said.
    “ Seriously though, this is really great,” she said taking another bite.
    The rest of dinner was relatively a smooth sail, a joke here , a laugh there and on occasion, Taylor reaching for her hand on the table. It was the perfect ending to the perfect day. When they were done, she looked into his eyes and she could tell, he had something to say. She raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
    “What?” she asked.
    “ What do you mean, what?” Taylor said as he began clearing the table. She stood up and walked up to where he was. She held his hand and looked at him.
    “ Something is up. What is it?” she asked. He smiled and took her hands in his. He brought his head down and kissed the back of her hands before leading her upstairs. She followed him to the bedroom where she noticed he had rose petals scattered on the floor leading up to the bed where there was an envelope. “What is this?” she