Tom and Desai are brought together by circumstance, friendship, and understanding of what each other really need from the other. A monster threatens their happiness, but they rise above to reach the pinnacle they both want and need. True love always...
"Thomas, just go. Neither of us will hear the end of it if you don't. All the food is ready and wrapped up in the boot of the car, but for God's sake don't tell your mom I cooked any of it! She'll rake it all out or even worse complain about all of it."
"No! I'm not going without you!"
"They're your family, Thomas!" Desai said as she stomped her foot in frustration.
"And they love you like you are! Da' will be devastated if he doesn't see his 'other daughter' the man loves you!" As much or more than I do!
"Your mom hates me. You know this."
"I'll deal with mum, now, please go get dressed." He pleaded gently.
"Thomas ..." Desai whined.
"No whining. Now, do I have to toss you over my shoulder – carry you to your closet – pick out a dress – undress you and then – be late because once you're undressed I make love to you ... Again. Desai." He leaned in kissing her softly yet deeply.
She got the message. "I'm going, Thomas." It wasn't that she didn't want to make love with him, they had made love three times during the night, and twice this morning, the man was insatiable!
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Ten minutes later Desai came out wearing a red velvet knee-length dress with a flared skirt, long-sleeved with lace inserts at the shoulders and a sweetheart neckline that showed off her wonderful womanly assets. Of course, her three-inch heels matched her dress as did the wool coat with its faux (she hated real fur) fur white trim at the collar, and cuffs, the clutch she carried was white with a monogram of an A on it in Swarovski crystals.
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"Wow." Tom raised an appraising brow. "You – just – amazing." He sauntered over to her. "Desai, you are so beautiful. How on Earth did I get so lucky?"
"You're not. I'm the lucky one. Merry Christmas, Tom."
"Don't—"
Desai placed a finger to his soft lips, "I'm practicing, love. Inside you will always be Thomas to me."
