FORTY-TWO
Sometime before breakfast, Brigit punched out Chaise’s number and waited for it to connect. She stood by the dressing table of the hotel suite and studied Johnny as he lay asleep on the bed, sheets entangled between his legs. She trawled her eyes over his body and a tiny flutter ran across her belly. The night had been one of the best of her life, Johnny a generous and caring lover, taking time with her, ensuring her needs were met. They’d made love three times, something she’d never experienced before. Insatiable, his passion seemed to grow with each thrust of his delicious loins. If she continued to chip away at his hard edges, perhaps he would stay with her; a long-forgotten warmth bathed her, telling her she had found it in her heart to forgive him for the man he once was.
