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later.” Though she was completely satiated, Charlotte couldn’t help but give him a teasing smile. “Tennis tomorrow, maybe? I’ll make you sweat to get me into bed.”
“I love a challenge,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead before he slipped out of the car.
She laughed as she watched him sprint across the parking lot. At some point during their lovemaking, the sun had broken through the clouds and the squirrels had returned to their frolicking. She waited until he was gone from sight before she pulled out of the lot and headed back to the library. She was going to need an energy drink before the day was over.
“I need you,” Ian growled.
“That’s sweet, but I’m going out with the girls tonight,” Charlotte said as she drove through the heavy downtown traffic. “Remember?”
“Ah, right, I forgot it was girls’ night,” Ian said. “I’m on call this weekend, but as long as there isn’t a five-alarm fire, maybe we can do something tomorrow.”
Charlotte hesitated. “Well, I told Henry I’d play tennis with him tomorrow. I haven’t seen him in weeks.”
“Fine, fine, far be it for me to come between you and your old professor. How is Grampa, anyway?”
Charlotte found a parking spot on the street and maneuvered into it one-handed. “Don’t be mean. Henry is barely fifty and he’s in great shape.”
“But I want my girl to myself,” Ian said. “I guess I’ll have you on Sunday.”
“You’re a darling,” Charlotte said, and meant it. “Why don’t you stay over tonight? I’ll be in late, but I’ll wake you when I get home and you can
have
me then.”
“Oh, really,” Ian’s voice reflected his interest. “It’s that time, hmm?”
Charlotte checked her lipstick in the vanity mirror and smiled at her reflection. She looked happy. She
was
happy – and hopeful. “Well, yes, but I’d still want you to stay over.”
“Uh-huh,” Ian said, not sounding at all convinced. “Well, then, have a good time with the girls and hurry home.”
Charlotte disconnected and smoothed her skirt before leaving the car. Henry wasn’t the only one who kept a change of clothes at work. She now wore a shimmery silver blouse with a red skirt. Red was Terrence’s favorite color.
Melissa and Wendy were already waiting at the bar for her inside the trendy bar Fringe. The décor was disco-chic and Charlotte’s silver blouse glinted in the light reflected by the mirrored tiles embedded in the walls.
Melissa handed her a dirty martini and leaned in close to be heard over the house music. “I didn’t think you were going to make it. Is Ian peeved?”
“Oh no,” Charlotte said, scanning the growing crowd in the club. “He’s staying over and I promised to wake him up when I get home.”
“You’ve got that man wrapped around your little finger.”
Wendy laughed. “He’s not the only one.” She tilted her head toward the opposite side of the club. “Here comes your little boytoy.”
Charlotte followed the direction of her friend’s gaze and felt her pulse jump. At six-foot-four, with a body of lean planes and sculpted muscle, Terrence was hardly little – nor was he anyone’s boytoy. He was, however, barely out of college, a fact that held more appeal than Charlotte could ever explain. She had met him when he’d come to the library to do research for his senior thesis. He had kept coming back after graduation. He was a lazy, but brilliant, music student with hands that could play her like a finely tuned instrument. As he strolled across the room, oblivious to the predatory looks he was getting from women of all ages, a shiver went up her spine.
“Hey, babe,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into a tight hug. “Long time no see.”
“I suspect you’ve been staying busy.”
“I do all right,” he said with a lazy shrug. “But I’ve missed you.”
Wendy and Melissa made themselves scarce, giggling behind their hands as they left the two alone.
“I love a challenge,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead before he slipped out of the car.
She laughed as she watched him sprint across the parking lot. At some point during their lovemaking, the sun had broken through the clouds and the squirrels had returned to their frolicking. She waited until he was gone from sight before she pulled out of the lot and headed back to the library. She was going to need an energy drink before the day was over.
“I need you,” Ian growled.
“That’s sweet, but I’m going out with the girls tonight,” Charlotte said as she drove through the heavy downtown traffic. “Remember?”
“Ah, right, I forgot it was girls’ night,” Ian said. “I’m on call this weekend, but as long as there isn’t a five-alarm fire, maybe we can do something tomorrow.”
Charlotte hesitated. “Well, I told Henry I’d play tennis with him tomorrow. I haven’t seen him in weeks.”
“Fine, fine, far be it for me to come between you and your old professor. How is Grampa, anyway?”
Charlotte found a parking spot on the street and maneuvered into it one-handed. “Don’t be mean. Henry is barely fifty and he’s in great shape.”
“But I want my girl to myself,” Ian said. “I guess I’ll have you on Sunday.”
“You’re a darling,” Charlotte said, and meant it. “Why don’t you stay over tonight? I’ll be in late, but I’ll wake you when I get home and you can
have
me then.”
“Oh, really,” Ian’s voice reflected his interest. “It’s that time, hmm?”
Charlotte checked her lipstick in the vanity mirror and smiled at her reflection. She looked happy. She
was
happy – and hopeful. “Well, yes, but I’d still want you to stay over.”
“Uh-huh,” Ian said, not sounding at all convinced. “Well, then, have a good time with the girls and hurry home.”
Charlotte disconnected and smoothed her skirt before leaving the car. Henry wasn’t the only one who kept a change of clothes at work. She now wore a shimmery silver blouse with a red skirt. Red was Terrence’s favorite color.
Melissa and Wendy were already waiting at the bar for her inside the trendy bar Fringe. The décor was disco-chic and Charlotte’s silver blouse glinted in the light reflected by the mirrored tiles embedded in the walls.
Melissa handed her a dirty martini and leaned in close to be heard over the house music. “I didn’t think you were going to make it. Is Ian peeved?”
“Oh no,” Charlotte said, scanning the growing crowd in the club. “He’s staying over and I promised to wake him up when I get home.”
“You’ve got that man wrapped around your little finger.”
Wendy laughed. “He’s not the only one.” She tilted her head toward the opposite side of the club. “Here comes your little boytoy.”
Charlotte followed the direction of her friend’s gaze and felt her pulse jump. At six-foot-four, with a body of lean planes and sculpted muscle, Terrence was hardly little – nor was he anyone’s boytoy. He was, however, barely out of college, a fact that held more appeal than Charlotte could ever explain. She had met him when he’d come to the library to do research for his senior thesis. He had kept coming back after graduation. He was a lazy, but brilliant, music student with hands that could play her like a finely tuned instrument. As he strolled across the room, oblivious to the predatory looks he was getting from women of all ages, a shiver went up her spine.
“Hey, babe,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her into a tight hug. “Long time no see.”
“I suspect you’ve been staying busy.”
“I do all right,” he said with a lazy shrug. “But I’ve missed you.”
Wendy and Melissa made themselves scarce, giggling behind their hands as they left the two alone.
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