Page 77 of Love Me Carefully
Normally she would’ve been pissed at the blatant disregard for her clothing but his touch was so electrifying Leah could do nothing but arch her back and hold on to his shoulders for leverage. “You don’t have to worry, baby, I’m all yours.”
With those words Terrell pushed her skirt up past her hips, was delighted that she had no panty hose on, and slipped her panties to the side to sink his fingers into her warmth. “Say it again, baby,” he requested.
“I’m all yours, Terrell.”
Her hands fidgeted with his belt buckle and his zipper until she held his hot length in her hand.
“In my back pocket,” he mumbled.
She reached behind him, found his wallet, even as ragged moans escaped her throat from his hands’ loving. Finding the condom, she ripped the package open and sheathed him.
Terrell grabbed her waist, lifted her slightly, then settled her onto his rigid erection. “Say it again,” he told her as he drove into her with one hot thrust.
“I’m…all…yours,” she managed once he was completely inside of her. “And you,” she looked down into his eyes and began to move her hips, “are all mine.”
Terrell quickly picked up her rhythm and moaned. “Most definitely.”
* * *
“I finished the seating cards. They’re in the box alongside the master. The caterer was gone for the day, but I left a message for them to call us first thing tomorrow morning.” Melinda stood in the doorway to Leah’s office.
They’d been working non-stop for the past two days, making sure everything was ready for the Morgan wedding. With three and a half weeks left to go, the countdown was on. And Leah still had to find the time to go through Ms. Rosie’s R.S.V.P.’s and begin her seating chart. Her business was booming and despite the long, exhausting hours, she loved it.
“That’s great. Now tomorrow we can get those bows done and make sure we have all the tulle we’ll need,” Leah told her. The Perfect Day offered more than just planning services. More often than not, when her clients were on restricted budgets, Leah threw in her own personal touches, such as decorating the venue. She loved creating and a wedding day was the perfect canvas to whet her appetite, especially now that she entertained thoughts of her own special day. “You can go ahead and leave. I know you’re tired.”
Melinda leaned against the doorjamb. “That’s an understatement if ever I’ve heard one. But you’ve done way more than I have. Aren’t you leaving too?”
Leah twisted her wrist, looked at her watch. “Yeah, I’m meeting Terrell for dinner, so I’ll leave in about twenty minutes. I just want to get these invoices taken care of so we can get paid.”
Melinda laughed. “I hear that. Well, I’ll turn out the lights up here and turn the sign so you won’t get any walk-ins.”
“Thanks and have a good evening. I want you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning.”
Melinda sucked her teeth like a child, then gave a fake moan. “I’ll bring the coffee and donuts.”
“Make that plenty of donuts!” Leah added as Melinda disappeared to the front of the office.
Leah worked for another twenty minutes before shutting down her computer and beginning to gather the things on her desk. She was at her file cabinet, inserting copies of the invoices, when she heard something from the lobby.
Her fingers stilled on the manilla folder as she concentrated on hearing it again. When she didn’t, she chalked her overactive imagination up to fatigue and kept on moving. She’d turned the light off in her office and was moving toward the front of the building when she noticed Melinda’s computer was left on. “Girl, you know how much BGE is charging us for electricity,” she mumbled and went to the work station to shut it down. As she got closer, the screen instantly blinked from Melinda’s tropical screen saver to all black. This startled Leah because she had yet to touch anything. Frowning, she leaned over the keyboard, prepared to hit the keys to shut it down. Before she could do so, the corners of the screen turned red, actually seemed to seep red, in thick flowing rivulets resembling, she thought with trepidation, blood.
Leah jerked her hands back as if she’d been burned, then chastised herself for being foolish. “Probably some new screen saver that girl downloaded from the Internet,” she mumbled, then hit the buttons quickly and watched as the machine shut off completely. She was just about to get her purse and head for the door when she heard footsteps, then the door open and shut.
By the time she turned in the direction the steps had come from, the front door had slammed closed, and the ‘Open’ sign was swinging erratically on its silver chain.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she realized someone had been in the office with her all this time. She picked up the phone, prepared to dial 911, but there was no dial tone. She pressed the button repeatedly but still received no tone. Fear clawed at her. Leah reached inside her purse, pulled out her cell phone just before the last lights left on in the office began to flicker.
“Dammit!” She gritted her teeth and her fingers trembled as she tried to dial. Deciding she could make the call from outside, she lifted her purse from Melinda’s desk and made her way to the door, wrenching it open and stepping out into the balmy spring evening. She turned for a moment, stared back at the door to her office, then gave it up.What’s the point in locking it? Whoever wanted to get in has already been in.
With that thought she moved quickly across the street to where she’d parked her car. Stopping midway in the street she gasped, dropping her purse and her phone. Her tires were flat, thick pieces of rubber flapped from the rim. All her windows were broken, leaving glass all around the vehicle. She didn’t need to walk to the other side to see that the view would be the same, yet she felt her feet moving. Her trembling hands reached for her throat as the sight overwhelmed her.
“What the hell is going on?”
In the distance she heard the screech of tires and prayed that whoever had done this, whoever had just left her shop, wasn’t coming back for her.
It was then that she realized how much danger she could be in. Instinctively she looked down at her hands, wondering where her phone was, then remembered dropping it. Running into the street, Leah retrieved her purse and her phone. Her fingers moved with lighting fast efficiency as she first dialed 911, gave them her location, then called Terrell. Lowering herself to the curb she tried like hell to keep tears at bay, yet she felt the warm trickles down her cheeks.
