Chapter 30 of Remy’s story is by RC Bonitz this week- a little out of order due to various personal commitments. RC’s latest book in A Little Bit of Baby which is available on a special offer from Silver Publishing.
Next week’s chapter will be from Deborah Dera. Deborah traditionally ghostwrites articles and stories but is in the process of finishing up her first eBook to be released on the Kindle platform later this year. Keep your eyes peeled!
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“I’m very confused,” Remy murmured. “You’re my boss and we shouldn’t—”
“Never mind that. You can quit when—” Sam started,a twinkle in his eye.
“Are you teasing me? I need my job, Sam, I really do.”
“After we’re married?” Sam murmured.
Remy gasped and tried to calm her tumbling feelings. Married? “Sam, please, I told you, I need time.”
“For what? I love you. You love me. You do, don’t you?” Sam picked her up as if she were a feather and carried her to the bedroom, then stopped at the door, his face set in somber lines. “Don’t you?”
She hesitated, not knowing what she thought at the moment. “I said I needed time,” she whispered, watching worry lines appear around his eyes. He had such lovely eyes, brown and soft and gentle looking. She needed time for what- to decide whether to shag him- or marry him? She certainly didn’t have to seduce him- he was ready. And, oh yes, to be honest, she was too! That little tingle of excitement she’d been trying to squash down was setting her on fire! Decisions about marriage could wait. It was better to sample the merchandise before buying wasn’t it?
She grinned and touched her nose to his. “Enough about this time stuff. Kiss me.”
The doorbell rang.
“Do we need Chinese food?” Sam whispered.
Remy smiled. “We may need lots of energy tonight.”
Sam groaned and set her on her feet. “I’ll get the door while you get some plates ready.”
“No. I’ll pay for it,” Remy protested.
Sam shook his head. “I’ve got it. Dishes please, madam.”
She watched as he strode to the door, moving with a lithe grace she’d never noticed before. He really was an athletic looking man and handsome in his own way. Her heart warmed at the thought as Sam turned the knob on the door.
The door flew open with a bang.
“Who are you? Where is she?” a woman screamed, staring at Sam, then looking wildly around the room. “There you are, bitch. You got him arrested!”
Remy’s heart chilled. She’d seen that face before, a while ago. Barbara! She had a gun in her hand!
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