Chapter 7Derek didn’t need the alarm clock to wake him in a guest bedroom at 1:37. The voices coming from down the hallway did a splendid job of it. And sure enough, when he tossed back the bed covers and viewed his nude body in the silvery moonlight, he saw his c**k standing at full attention and knew the “witching hour” had indeed arrived.
He leapt out of bed just as the knock issued on his door. “Derek,” said Clarice from the hall, “it’s starting.”
“How well I know it!”
“Oh…yes…of course you would…”
Derek grinned. The shy and easily abashed side of Clarice’s nature thoroughly amused him. So unlike the over-the-top flirtatiousness of women like Kendra, whose brazen actions had a tendency to grate on his nerves.
Actually, his feelings since meeting Clarice this afternoon ran the gamu
