Lana stopped in her tracks, her body trembling over the power of his voice. She
gathered as much of her resolve as she could to turn and face him to respond. “Yes,
sir?”
He walked toward her, producing a business card to give to her. On the back of the
card was his personal cell phone number.
She was rattled for the first time during their engagement. Could she have read the
signals all wrong? She continued to study the card, unwilling to lift her head to speak
for fear that she might make a fool of herself. She scolded herself for her inability to
protrude a more coquettish demeanor.
Terrell smiled, this time more reassuring and confident as he regarded her confusion.
“In case you have any more questions for your story, Ms. Velez. If it will help in the
safe return of my wife, I’m willing to make myself available to you.”
“Thank you, sir. I won’t abuse the privilege.” Lana couldn’t stop trembling; her body
had made its choice, and nothing would sate its thirst, not even the temporary lay she
used when she became insatiable.
Yet, the strangest thing happened in that moment. That urge, her compulsion to do
whatever it took to please him, to be in his presence again, rose to the surface with a
ferocity that surprised and scared her. Her skin was hot, to the point to where, if she
didn’t think it immodest, she would have undressed right there on the spot.
She did her best to regain her composure, but she was worried that she was too far
gone. She closed her eyes for a moment before she lifted her gaze to his while shaking
his hand. “If I find out anything that might help, I will be sure to contact you.”
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