Chapter 9I stood at the front table in my cobalt blue, silk gown that came up just north of my n*****s although it plunged down a ways into my cleavage. I had picked it up last year when I was in Barcelona. I had always loved the feel of it, but this was the first time I had a chance to wear it to an event. Then the beautiful, tall woman in a green gown walked up to me. She was stunning, with diamond earrings dropped below her French-twisted, light brown hair. Her makeup was outstanding. My stomach was throbbing. Actually, it was a little lower than my stomach.
“Good evening, Ms. Cleaver,” she said. There was a look in her eye I couldn’t, or didn’t, want to interpret.
“Ah, yes, good evening to you, Ms. Flanagan.”
“Are you all right today?” she asked softly. “I was a little worried after
