Free Eleven by Karen Rodgers

sad that the weekend was nearly over. I would
be returning to reality bright and early at 8:00 am the following
morning. I wasn’t ready for it to end. I didn’t look forward to
missing him.
    However, my mood picked up when he
said, “How much vacation notice do you have to give at
work?”
    “Why?” I inquired.
    “Well. After I take care of my business
in Artesia, I’ll be going up to the Northern part of the state. I
have a place in Santa Fe and thought we might could spend a week or
so together. What’d ya say?” he questioned.
    I perked up and answered, “I’ll tell my
boss first thing tomorrow morning!”
    I didn’t care if he fired me over it.
There was no way I was going to miss an opportunity like
this!
    “Good. It’s settled then,” he told me,
“I’ll have a car pick you up on Friday afternoon. Your ticket will
be at the airport. I’ll arrange for a driver to pick you up in
Albuquerque and drive you to my place once you arrive.”
    It was another long week of missing
him. But, this time, we took our knowledge of each other to a whole
new level. Just like the other week I had spent without him, he
called every night. Our conversations took a different tone. We
learned even more personal details about one another. More
specifically, we shared our deepest, darkest desires—over the
phone.
    It wasn’t “phone sex”. It was a
confidential disclosure of our most private longings. Neither of us
had ever shared that depth of intimacy with anyone else. He had
made me privy to the beat of his erotic pulse. It became my
intention to fully satisfy his appetite.
    This was going to be an experience of a
lifetime—and one that would most definitely involve studded
leather! Santa Fe would be our time and the place.

Chapter 14
    Dangerous
    The flight to Albuquerque took only an
hour, but it seemed I was in the air for a year. There was no way
to describe my anticipation. During the week, I had gone over every
detail in my head to make sure I had everything packed. I couldn’t
concentrate on anything else but the thought of being with him.
Everything had to be perfect.
    He was the big catch. I had to bring my
A-game. Everything I had experienced in my life, the good and the
bad, all had led to this intersection—and to him.
    At the airport, his driver had no
difficulty recognizing me as I exited the terminal. He must have
been given a pretty thorough description. En route, he explained to
me that his boss would not be home when we arrived. He had a late
meeting at one of his horse ranches outside of the Sandia Park
area.
    We drove through Santa Fe and up the
mountain into a remote residential area. The road to his house was
winding and steep. The driver approached the paved portico and came
to a stop.
    I had thought the house on his Texas
ranch was fabulous, well—it paled in comparison to this
place.
    His mountain home was designed in a
manner that better suited him, as opposed to the ranch house. It
was a typical Santa Fe mission adobe style, but very contemporary.
In similar fashion to the ranch house, the house had been made
ready for my arrival. The fireplaces and candles were lit and the
home smelled fresh and lovely.
    We walked into the entryway. I looked
up the sand colored painted walls to the high, traditional vigas
styled, tongue-and-groove pinewood ceilings with decorative beams.
The entryway opened on one side into a sitting area with a glass
mosaic tiled fireplace. According to the driver, the space behind
the fireplace led to a private theater, in the event I wished to
indulge in a movie or watch television.
    On the other side of the entryway was
the opening to the dining room. There was a long chiseled wood
dining table with chairs on one side and a long bench on the
opposite. Three large windows behind the table looked out onto the
mountain terrain.
    The end of the entryway opened up into
the great room which like the ranch house, had floor to ceiling
windows. The view was incredible. I could