Detachment Delta by Don Bendell Read Free Book Online Page B

that might have ever existed.
    Virginia reached down and pushed a button on her phone.
    â€œYes, Ms. Hampton?” Madeleine’s voice came back very professionally.
    â€œMaddie,” Virginia said, smiling up at Charlie, “I’m leaving early. Clear my calendar for the rest of the day, please.”
    She went to her closet and rifled through some clothes, selecting an un-attorney-like form-fitting burgundy dress with a slit up the side of the left leg. The excited attorney also selected a pair of black very high heels, grabbed some smoke panty hose, and went to her bathroom to put together a bag of makeup and toiletries. The pair left for Charlie’s hotel, and the paralegals and attorneys from her office who were in the restaurant when she first saw Charlie all took notice that she was carrying clothes and a small makeup bag.
    At the hotel, Virginia took a long refreshing shower, fixed her hair and makeup, and left the bathroom with a large white towel wrapped around her. She saw that Charlie had apparently gone into the other bathroom, and she could hear water running.
    She sat down on the sitting room couch and wondered what would happen. She kept thinking of his kisses, and she was so excited in anticipation of what might be to come. Would he emerge from the bathroom naked, muscles rippling, and scars probably covering his body, or might he be wearing a bathrobe?
    The door opened, and she gave a little startled jump. Charlie emerged in a shirt very close to the color of her dress, a blue tie, tight dress blue jeans, and a burgundy leather sport coat with several long beaded pieces of fringe dangling down the side of each arm from the shoulder. He wore expensive cowboy boots and had his hair now in two long ponytails in the manner of the Lakota or Sioux people.
    He walked up to her and took her in his arms and kissed slowly below her ears and ran both hands slowly through her just-dried hair and stepped back smiling.
    â€œYou smell wonderful, Virginia . . . Mariella Burani Bouquet of Roses?”
    â€œYes, it is,” she cooed, and thought Where did this man come from? She asked, “And I love your smell, too. What is that you are wearing? I love it.”
    â€œObsession,” he answered. “Listen, I know I mentioned room service, but I really do not want you to think of me or this as a one-night stand. How about dinner downstairs in the restaurant?”
    Virginia said, “Sergeant, you are incredible. How did you learn to become such a . . . a . . .”
    â€œGentleman?” he interrupted.
    â€œYes,” she replied. “I have to tell you, there just aren’t many anymore.”
    Charlie said, “My dad was a raging drunk, but one good thing he used to do was warm my butt if I ever walked through the door in front of a woman or was not respectful to females in any way. He said men are not trained to be gentlemen anymore.”
    Charlie looked out the window at the lights of Manhattan and said, “My mom was such a lady and so beautiful, what he said made sense, and it was the way I wanted my mom to always be treated, because Dad was so rough to live with. Those lessons kind of stuck with me, I guess.”
    She said, “You are certainly different from any man I have dated. Any man I have known.”
    Charlie smiled and handed her her nylons and underwear, which made her blush.
    She wanted to drop her towel and let him stare.
    Her body was even more voluptuous than he had imagined in his own flirting thoughts. She spent many hours in the gym each week, as well as in a tanning booth.
    She said, “If you will give me a few minutes, I will be ready, sir.”
    They fed each other seafood, and kept feeding each other all through the meal. After they ate, he held her hand and walked her toward the pool room. It was an indoor pool with two hot tubs at the end of the room. Nobody was in the big indoor pool house, which had large trees everywhere around the