บททั้งหมดของ Spicy Desires : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Her breathing was coming out in short, quick gasps. Joan had never, ever been this close to a man before in her whole 22 years of life… with his strong body hovering over hers, his face so near she could feel the warmth of his skin. She didn’t know what to do with her hands as they stayed pressed flat on the soft sheets beside her. She didn’t know how to name the strong, strange feeling running through her body, the heat spreading from her chest to her stomach, to between her legs, making her skin tingle and her heart race. It was scary and exciting at the same time. But somehow, deep down, she felt something familiar about his closeness. Like she had been this close to him before. Vick’s breath fanned across her face… warm, steady, making her face heat up all the more. He spoke so softly, almost a whisper against her lips. “You still don’t remember what happened?”Oh God. Joan’s eyes squeezed shut tight. She really acted crazy last night. More memories came crashing back. Memori

Just as Joan had thought, she got twelve missed calls from Patricia from last night and four more from Charlotte early that morning.She didn’t dare call Patricia back and explain everything over the phone. Her mom would talk her head off… ask a million questions, worry out loud, maybe even cry about safety and strangers since this has never happened before. Joan knew the only way to calm Patricia down was face-to-face, with a big hug and a calm voice.Instead, she had called Charlotte right after breakfast and said she was coming over.So after a slow, quiet breakfast with Vick, he'd served her eggs, toast, and fresh coffee that really was as good as hers… or almost. They'd eaten at his big kitchen island with a shy smile on her face and soft conversation. She thanked him again, got her dress back (cleaned and folded), changed in his bedroom, and left straight for Charlotte’s apartment. He had offered to drive her, but she insisted on going alone… and he only reluctantly agreed.The

After lunch, Charlotte and Frank found a quieter space to sit and talk. They walked away from the busy canopy where the crew was still drinking and laughing, and chose two low beach chairs set up under a small palm tree near the edge of the shoot area. The ocean waves rolled in gently behind them. Charlotte carried her cold coconut drink, the straw already slightly chewed. She sat down first, crossing her legs, and took a long sip of the sweet, icy liquid. It cooled her throat and calmed her inside a little. Then she looked at Frank, who sat beside her with his elbows resting on his knees. He intertwined his fingers together tightly, his face showing clear worry. Lines appeared on his forehead that weren’t there earlier.Charlotte tilted her head toward him. “What is it you wanted to talk about?” she asked calmly.Frank took a deep breath, like he had been practicing what to say. “I know I told you that all the shots would be here in Canada” he began carefully, “but there has been a

Ramon winced. “I know how it sounds. I know it’s too late, or too soon, or whatever… But I can’t stop thinking about you. About what we had. About how good we were”Charlotte shook her head slowly. “What we had? You mean the part where you lied to me for months? Where you cheated with her behind my back? Where you chose her over me and never looked back?”He swallowed hard. “I know. I was wrong. I was stupid. I hurt you. I hurt us. But I’m different now. Please”Charlotte felt anger rise hot in her chest. “You don’t have any right to do this” she said, voice shaking a little. Ramon’s eyes filled with unshed tears. He stretched his hand trying to touch her “Please, Charlotte. Just talk to me. Let me explain. Let me make it right again”She took a step back. “There’s nothing to explain. Nothing to make right. You made your choice back then. Live with it. Damn itttt”“Let's get married" he spilled…“What?” Charlotte asked, still in shock. Her voice came out small, almost a whisper. The

She pulled a face, scrunching her nose slightly as she shook her head. “I don’t think that was his intention. In a way I understand him. He had just lost someone… his wife. He must have been too down and lonely, and that’s why he sought me out. And as I said a second ago, my situation isn’t like his. He just doesn’t see that.”Johnny remained unconvinced. His jaw stayed tight, eyes narrowed, arms crossed over his broad chest as water continued to drip slowly from his hair and shoulders. He planted his large hands on the smooth tile edge of the pool and, with one powerful push, easily clambered out. Water cascaded off his body in shining rivulets, running down the defined ridges of his chest, stomach, and powerful thighs. The last of the setting sun caught every drop, turning them into tiny diamonds against his tanned skin. He stood there dripping for a second, looking down at her with that intense, unreadable stare that always made her heart skip.“Hmm” he said again, the sound low, s