Accidental Slave
“He’d forgotten he’d lit them over an hour ago when she’d texted him she would soon be on her way. The salad looked limp in its wooden bowl. At least he hadn't cooked the steaks yet.
He glanced again at his watch, irritated she was late. Not just a little late. Two hours late.
And this wasn’t the first time. In the three weeks they’d been dating, she’d arrived twice at least thirty minutes late at restaurants, and missed one dinner altogether, calling him belatedly to say she’d been caught up in a team meeting or some project or other and hadn’t realized the time.
He’d excused her each time, aware she was a busy executive, and not only that, but was still shorthanded, as they’d yet to hire Gary’s replacement. He poured himself a second glass of red wine and carried it with him out to the terrace. It was nine o’clock on a Wednesday.
They’d seen a lot of each other since they’d met, the romance going at full tilt. The sex remained fantastic. She was easily the loveliest, most sensual and... passionate woman he had ever been with.MoreLess
He glanced again at his watch, irritated she was late. Not just a little late. Two hours late.
And this wasn’t the first time. In the three weeks they’d been dating, she’d arrived twice at least thirty minutes late at restaurants, and missed one dinner altogether, calling him belatedly to say she’d been caught up in a team meeting or some project or other and hadn’t realized the time.
He’d excused her each time, aware she was a busy executive, and not only that, but was still shorthanded, as they’d yet to hire Gary’s replacement. He poured himself a second glass of red wine and carried it with him out to the terrace. It was nine o’clock on a Wednesday.
They’d seen a lot of each other since they’d met, the romance going at full tilt. The sex remained fantastic. She was easily the loveliest, most sensual and... passionate woman he had ever been with.MoreLess
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