Slightly Sinful by Yvette Hines Page B

other man didn’t finish up with a full out fist pump.
    “It’s about time.”
    “You're correct, amigo , it is.” Roberto confirmed with a smile.
    Transitioning to the U.S. would be easy.
    Now he just had to convince the brown-skinned red head that they should be together.  He knew they were sexually compatible, the woman made him crazy with desire for her. Next he wanted to find out how well their lives meshed.
    ~YH~
    “What’s up between you and Torres?” Darren stepped into her office and closed the door moments behind her return.
    Unzipping her briefcase, she removed papers, distracting herself from looking at him. “The same thing as everyone else. It’s just business.”
    Not deterred, he moved further into the room until he stood on the other side of her desk. “If it’s just business, then the aroma of wet pussy I smelled on him during the break when we spoke about one of the slides he had questions on, must have been a figment of my imagination.”
    Her mouth gaped, then she remembered her position of innocence and snapped it shut. Nervously she licked her lips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “And the fact you were breathless during most of your briefing…still doesn’t jar your memory?”
    She plopped down in her seat and dragged her moist palms over her skirt under her desk so Darren couldn’t see. “No.”
    He lifted an insufferable eyebrow at her.
    Pursing her lips together and flaring her nostrils, she gritted out, “Fine! Fine! Fine! If you insist on butting into my business, Darren.”
    Not put off by her tone, Darren crossed his arms over his chest and waited.
    Taking a deep breath, she told her friend the truth. “I will admit that your senses are correct. Other than that, I’ll tell you nothing but to say it’s complicated.”
    “Now was that so hard?” he asked, dropping his hands.
    She turned the eyebrow back on him.
    “Only thing I’ll say is be careful. Dealing with such a man as powerful can be like playing with a blow torch.”
    If you only knew . “Thanks, Darren.”
    He headed toward her office door and paused before opening it then looked over his shoulder. “Lila, you do what you feel is best and don’t let Pamela bully you with her neurotic thoughts about rich men when she calls you tonight.”
    Frowning, she questioned him, “Why would Pamela be calling me tonight.”
    He smiled and quickly exited the room.
    Understanding, she called out to his retreating form. “Don’t you dare call Pam.”
    But he was gone.
    Delilah slumped in her chair and thought about how much her life had changed since she’d allowed Pamela to convince her to go on the wicked weekend. She’d gone away and had a night filled with fantastic sex with a mysterious stranger, only to find herself catapulted into the volatile path of a very real, challenging man.
     

Chapter six
     
     
    The call came in as she stepped out of her shower. Grabbing a thick towel, she wrapped it around her hair, leaving her body naked as she crossed the carpet and retrieved the phone. After its eighth ring, she picked up the insistent house phone from its cradle on her nightstand. “Yes, Pamela.” She’d been waiting for her friend’s call, and it was just like Pamela to instinctively call at the ninth hour.
    Her friend blasted her. “Why in the hell didn’t you tell me about your affair with Nicholas Torres?”
    “I would hardly call it an affair.” Pulling a small hand towel from the drawer on her vanity, she placed it over the seat cushion before she sat down in front of her make-up table’s oval shaped mirror with its Hollywood lighting.
    Water still dripping, she didn’t want to mess up her fabric and she refused to dry off. Her body was hot. Ever since she’d seen Nicholas, her skin had burned as if she’d been placed too close to a flame.
    “That’s not what Darren tells me,” she argued.
    After patting her face dry with the end of the towel turbaned around her head, she