Cask & Cream (SAMPLE/PUBLISHED WORKS)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

"Sophia, would you quit worrying please?" Megan begged. "I will be fine."

"I can't help but worry about you. Why don't you come with me?"

"Come with you for what, why, and how? Heffa, you will be working the whole time."

"I will have free moments."

"Girl stop—we will link up when you get back. Maybe I can come visit you or something soon."

"I will hold you to that Miss Ceilie."

"Fine Miss Sophia, hold me—scold me." Megan laughed.

"Where is my friend?"

"I don't know, away as usual—why?"

"Have you called my brother?"

"No," she stated quietly. The fact that she is denying her attraction to Tre for that no good William is so disappointing. They would be so good for each other. Megan beats those thot pockets that Tre tends to deal with hands-down. Though Tre is younger, he is double the man that William's dog ass could ever hope to be.

"My ride is here sis, I love you and call me if you need me. You already know, if I answer for no one else, I will answer your call."

"I know sis, thanks. I love you too and be safe." Megan replied. "In all ways that apply," she added on the sly.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You already know, don't act brand new."

"I have no idea what you are referring to ma'am."

"Sure you do chick, like I said enjoy your time away and don't work too hard."

"I can't stand you."

"Keep telling yourself that," Megan laughed more before hanging up.

Vette was the Queen of keeping her scarce encounters a secret. Megan, bless her heart, was a romantic. She was always the one who dreamed of the happily ever after. Vette, on the other hand, dreamed of a happily ever after with her business. That is not to say she never wanted to settle down but the time hasn't presented itself just yet. Megan wanted to be a wife and mother, Vette was happy to be an auntie.

"Good evening Miss Devereux," the driver greeted Vette as he held the door open for her.

"Good evening," she responded sliding into the town car.

The ride to the airport was comfortable as Vette tried to rest her eyes for a few. Grant was relentless in attempting to make up for future lost time. The restaurant romp was something for the memory book. There was something beyond naughty about having sex in public while no one was the wiser.

Vette did have concerns about her body's addiction to the Grant's proximity. Every time he was near, her cookie tended to pulsate in anticipation. From one touch, whether it is a hand to guide her steps or strong hands to bring pleasure, his touch made her weak in the knees. Grant was drop-dead gorgeous but it was clear he was a compassionate person.

That was evident from the way he assisted her when she had to fly home suddenly. The only thing keeping her from fantasizing about something more was the fact that all intentions were laid out from jump. Neither of them wanted anything serious. Sudden business trips such as the one she was preparing for would jeopardize any quality time needed for a significant other. Considering that Grant was a known playboy, it was clear that he didn't see the need for such a relationship either.

"Are you all right?" Grant asked unexpectedly. Vette was inside her head, thinking extremely hard over current affairs. She didn't realize that his phone call was now over. Besides a brief head nod when she first set foot in the cabin, he resumed business as her mind wandered.