~ Fantasy Lover Part 8~
Selena paused in the door way as she watched Grace staring at Michael. In all the years she had known Grace she had never seen her so enthralled.
Good.
Maybe Michael could help her.
But then Paul had been an inconsiderate, self-centered pig. His callousness for Grace's feelings had even made her cry the night he took her virginity.
And no woman deserved to cry,
especially not whole she was with someone who had told her he cared about her.
Michael would definitely be good
for Grace. A month with him and Grace would forget all about Paul. And once Grace tasted what real, natural sex was like, then she would be free from Paul's cruelty forever. But first Selena had to get her stubborn friend to be a little more compliant. "Did you order the pizza?" Selena asked, handing her a full glass of wine.
Grace absently took it. For some reason, she couldn't quite take her eyes off the picture. "Gracie?"
Blinking, she forced herself to look
up. "Hmm?"
"Caught you looking." Selena
teased.
Grace cleared her throat. "Oh
please, it's just a little black and white drawing."
"Hun, there ain't nothin little in that
drawing."
"You're bad, Selena."
"True enough. More wine?" As if on cue, the doorbell rang. "I'll
get it." Selena said, setting her wine on the end table, then heading to the foyer.
A few minutes later Selena returned
to the room. Grace let the wonderful aroma of pepperoni pizza drag her thoughts away from the book. And the man who seemed to have branded his image into her subconscious.
But it wasn't easy.
In fact, it seemed to get harder by
the minute.
What the heck was wrong with her
She was the Ice Queen. Not even Leonardo Dicaprio and Johnny Depp made her lustful and they were in full, living color.
What was it about that drawing
About him?
Grace took a careful bite of the
pizza and defiantly moved to an armchair across the room. There. She would show that book and Selena that she was in control.
