Free Wait for Me by Diana Persaud Page A

face.
    “Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now,” she said weakly, lowering her eyes and sagging her shoulders in defeat.
    Andy gazed at her face.
    “Yes there is. I’m terminating our business relationship,” Andy announced.
    The joy she felt was genuine and her face glowed.
    “But I thought he was your best friend.”
    “I won’t work with a man who tried to destroy my marriage,” he vowed.
    She allowed Andy to pull her into his arms. She settled her face against his chest so he couldn’t see the devious look in her eyes.
    If Tommy wants to buy his shop, he’ll have no choice but to come crawling back to me.
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Tom turned in his sleep, his arm falling across a warm body snoring softly beside him. The mild scent of gardenias filtered into his dreams. A loud snort penetrated his sleepy haze and his eyes fluttered open.
    Anjali .
    His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he snuggled closer. His cock stirred.
    Will she be as uninhibited today as she was last night?
    A sharp annoying buzz rang through the air, disrupting the peaceful morning. He slammed his hand on top of his alarm clock, muttering under his breath.
    Anjali stirred.
    “Go back to sleep, Honey,” he said softly.
    He was tempted to curl up next to her but then remembered his fridge was empty. Deciding to make a quick trip to get breakfast, he reached for a pair of jeans.
    Usually when I’m getting dressed the morning after, I’m sneaking out of a woman’s house, not going to get her breakfast.
    He pulled his jeans on slowly.
    Why am I not panicking that a sexy, half-naked woman is in my bed?
    He found a shirt and put it on, buttoning it slowly.
    Because she wasn’t possessed by the marriage demon last night.
    His eyes caressed her sleeping form.
    So long as she keeps that demon at bay, this could actually work.
    He left the room quietly and let himself out. When he returned with breakfast, Anjali was already awake and in his kitchen.
    Fresh brewed coffee permeated the air. She was standing in his kitchen, wearing one of his old buttoned-down shirts. It fell to her knees.
    Is she wearing any panties?
    Suddenly he was determined to find out. He held up the bag.
    “Breakfast,” he announced, setting it on the table.
    “Thanks. Would you like some coffee?”
    He nodded and she poured some coffee in an old mug and handed it to him. He added sugar and French Vanilla creamer.
    “I figured you’d take yours black.”
    “Wrong again,” he replied nonchalantly.
    He took a sip then set down his mug.
    “Why did you think that?”
    She shrugged.
    “I guess all the men I know take theirs black.”
    “I’m not like other men, Honey ,” he replied, his voice as smooth as silk.
    Her eyes dilated and she blushed. He was sure she was thinking about last night. She gripped the counter as he advanced.
    He placed his hands strategically on either side of her.
    “So when is our next shopping trip?”
    She shook her head.
    He leaned in and whispered, “Don’t you want to model something sexy for me?”
    “ Tommy !” she chastised.
    “Do a little striptease?”
    “Striptease?”
    She’s never stripped? That is about to change.
    “Sure, Honey. Just unbutton one button at a time. Like this,” he said as he unbuttoned the top button.
    She held her breath.
    He unbuttoned another one and leaned in close, as if he were going to kiss her. At the last moment, he pulled away.
    “Tease,” he said, his voice husky.
    He bent his knees a little so his hands could caress her thighs. He straightened slowly, his hands moving up her thighs, pushing his shirt out of the way, revealing her panties.
    “I was sure you weren’t wearing any,” he admitted.
    Taking advantage of his position, he kissed her.
    Coffee mixed with Anjali’s unique taste.
    Heat pooled in his groin and he felt his cock stirring.
    “Breakfast first,” he said, pulling away.
    He opened a cabinet.
    “Oh? What’s second?” she teased.
    “That depends on how