Free Naughty 2: My Way or the Highway by Brenda Hampton Page B

well at least come inside for a drink. Besides, my husband is out of town on business, I could use some company.”
    â€œA drink, huh?”
    â€œYes, whatever your heart desires. I’ll show you around the place, too.” I tapped my fingertips on the steering wheel and hesitated. “Come on, Jaylin. If my husband knew what you did for me, he’d insist. He’d actually kill me if he found out I didn’t repay you.”
    With that being said, we headed to the tall glass double doors that opened to the entrance of the house. Nothing but beauty hit me as I walked in. In the foyer sat two baby grand pianos: a white piano on one side and a black one on the other. Above them was a T-staircase that went from the great room to the dining room. Every piece of drapery that covered the windows was satin white with black embroidery, and thick, black tassels pulled them aside to reveal the sheer curtains in the middle. The floors were covered with black, gray, and white swirling, so shiny I could see a clear image of myself.
    As I followed her into the bonus room, I just shook my head. It was located in a sunken area next to the breakfast room, and had a floor made of glass to show off the lower level. Designed like a sports bar, a cherry-wood bar stretched from one end to the other, with everlasting bottles of alcohol behind it. A humongous television was built into the wall, and cherry-wood cocktail tables circled the floor. Above the tables were crystal lights that hung from the cathedral ceiling. I had never seen anything quite like it. Now this was what I called straight-up living right. I stood, mesmerized, and Heather gave me a towel.
    â€œJaylin?” she said, trying to get my attention.
    â€œI think your place got it going on, that’s what I think.”
    â€œYeah, we’ve put an extreme amount of money into our home to get it like this.” She walked behind the bar. “So, what are you drinking?”
    â€œSome Remy would be nice.” I sat at the bar and she poured me a glass of Remy. She poured herself a glass aside of mine.
    â€œJaylin, while you’re drinking up, I’m going upstairs to get out of these wet clothes and make a phone call. Make yourself at home. If you would like another drink, feel free to pour yourself one.”
    â€œOkay, but one will be fine. I don’t want to over do it, you know what I mean?” She nodded and left the room.
    Thirty minutes must have gone by when Heather returned. She came in the room with a little of nothing on. She wore a soft pink lace top with skimpy lace boy shorts to match. I could clearly see the hardness in her nipples, and the nicely trimmed brown hairs covering her pussy. She definitely wasn’t a true blonde. When she walked behind the bar, her bronzed ass was begging me to fuck her. I dropped my head and smiled. I knew I was moments away from going where I had never dreamed of going before. White women had never been in my vocabulary, but maybe it was time for a change.
    I had finished nearly half of the Remy bottle and felt woozy.
    â€œYou’re quite a drinker, Mr. Rogers,” she said, holding the bottle in her hand.
    â€œNo, I’m really not. I just couldn’t help myself. Got kind of lonely waiting on you to return.”
    â€œWell, a handsome man such as yourself should never be lonely.”
    â€œI’m cool with it sometimes. At least being by yourself gives you a chance to think things out and sort of put shit in perspective.”
    â€œI agree, but I get my share of being alone, too.” Heather took a few sips from her glass, and by the way her eyes flirted with me, I could tell she was ready to dig into me. I was straight-up feeling digging into her as well.
    We chatted for at least another hour, and there was no doubt about it that she was lonely. Husband was a millionaire and couldn’t even find the time to make love to his beautiful wife at home. Financially, she