Free Diluted Desire by Desiree Day

right.  Would you like to go back?”
    “No I don’t want to go back,” she snapped.  “I want to go home.”  She turned and headed to where Klyde’s car was parked.
    “Okay sure, we’ll get something to eat along the way.”
    Summer looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. 
You’re a psycho
.
    While they were in the car Klyde kept asking what she wanted to eat, and after five refusals, he gave up and drove her home.  Klyde parked in visitor’s parking.  Summer cleared her throat, then said, “I don’t think we should see each other.”
    “Why?  I thought you liked me?”
    “I do, but I’m not ready to date right now.  It’s too soon after Trey, I really need time to get over him.  I thought I was, but I’m not,” she said lying through her teeth.  If she learned one thing after watching all those
Lifetime
movies, was to never ever call a psycho person a psycho, to their face.
    “But we could still hang out, right?” Klyde asked and Summer shook her head.
    “No, I don’t think so, it’ll be too confusing for me.  Thanks so much for today, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you at the bakery.”  And before Klyde could respond she opened up the door and raced out.
    “Yes, you will be seeing me,” Klyde sneered at Summer’s retreating back.
     

Chapter 13
     
    Larkin scraped the last of the food onto a serving platter and tossed the take-out containers in the trash.  She placed the platter and four different covered bowls in the oven then set it to warm.  Clint was expected for dinner in fifteen minutes.  Instead of cooking him a meal, she had picked up a fancy dinner from her favorite restaurant.
    After giving the house one last look over; Larkin went upstairs to shower.  Mariah was working this week so she had the house to herself.  Twenty minutes later, Larkin was massaging lotion into her skin when her doorbell rang.  “Perfect timing.”  She wrapped a bath towel around her and padded barefoot down the stairs.  After looking through the peephole, she pulled open the door and she bit back a laugh when Clint’s mouth gaped open.
    “I guess I’m early,” he managed to say.
    “No, you’re right on time, I’m late.  Come on in.”  She led Clint to the living room.  “Have a seat, give me a minute to throw on some clothes.  Would you like something to drink?”
    “No.  I’m cool.”
    “Okay, give me a sec.”
    “Take your time.”
    Larkin smiled before sauntering out of the room and Clint watched her exit.  “Wow! This is going to be an interesting night.”
     
    “Everything is delicious,” Clint said between bites.  “I hope you didn’t spend all day cooking.”
    “Not all day,” she replied demurely.  “So what do you like to do for fun?” she asked, quickly changing the subject, she didn’t want to talk about food, Clint was a more interesting topic.
    Clint snorted.  “I really don’t have much of that.  But I enjoy spending time with my daughter, Crystal.  A couple of weeks ago, she and I played hooky and spent the afternoon at Dave & Buster’s.”
    “Oh, a rebel what other bad things do you like to do?” she teased.
    “Not much,” Clint answered uneasily, not liking the direction their conversation was going.  “What do
you
like to do for fun?”
    Larkin winked at him.  “Right now…you,” she said boldly.
    “That would be so easy to do, I never thought a wife beater could be sexy.” Larkin had changed into a tight T-shirt and leggings.  He never would have imagined something that covered her body could be so revealing.
    “So I have a chance with Clint.  I’ll remember that,” she said with a wink, then stood up and began to clear the table.
    “Let me help you,” Clint offered and Larkin motioned for him to stay seated.
    Larkin picked up plates then sashayed to the kitchen, she smiled to herself, she knew that Clint was eyeing her ass.  Once the table was clear, she suggested that they sit on the couch.
    “I’m sorry, I