Page 30 of By Invitation Only
Then, a knock sounded at the door. Our thirty-minute warning.
We stayed locked together for I don’t know how long. We both knew it was over. My head rested on his shoulder, and his hands lightly trailed up my back. Only minutes remained until it was back to reality.
“Get dressed, and I’ll drive you home. I just need to use the bathroom before we go.”
I nodded, and we pulled apart. Booker climbed off the bed, and I watched his perfect ass saunter to the attached bathroom after he grabbed his clothes.
This was it. It was really over.
A knock sounded on the door again as I was slipping on my heels, but when I opened the door, it wasn’t security. A blonde I vaguely remembered seeing throughout the night stood there with a wide grin.
“Is Booker ready?”
“What?” I asked.
“Is he ready to go home?” she asked, sliding passed me and into the room.
“What?” I asked again, wide-eyed. “Who are you?”
She stopped and turned toward me. “I’m his wife.”
