Home Coming by Lela Gwenn Read Free Book Online

Bianca scanned her living room, marveling at the luxury of all the
things around her. The Italian marble floor. The hand carved, antique
mantel piece. The paintings that would be just as at home on the
walls of a museum as here in her living room. Plush velvet and silk
couches cuddled together in the large space, making cozy what could
be cold. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It was more than she had
ever imagined having before Esteban swept her off her feet. The
dollars that paid for all these wonderful, beautiful things wasn't
the real cost, though. Once again, she'd pay in loneliness.
    Bianca leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “I hate it when
you have to go away for so long.”
    Esteban slid his warm fingers along her jawline and cupped the back
of her neck. “I know, my love. But business is business. Did
you call Rachel?”
    “I did. I asked Roger to pick her up on his way back from the
airport. But... can't you stay for another hour?” Bianca arched
her back and smiled, her fingers toying with her top button.
    “No, mi amor. My plane leaves in three hours. I really have to
go.”
    A knock at the door announced the arrival of his driver, Roger.
Esteban pressed a brief kiss to her forehead, ran his thumb across
her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Two weeks. I will be home
in fourteen days, mi Dulce Flor.”
    And with that, he swept out the door.

    ***
    “Rachel, I've lost him.” Bianca tucked her long legs
underneath her and wound a strand of her long blonde hair around her
finger.
    “Did you do that thing I told you about?” Rachel boosted
herself up onto the bar stool and turned to face her friend.
    “Oh my god, no! That thing you made me buy? I can't even
imagine...” Bianca's pale face flushed a bright red.
    “What, that? I was talking about that position I was telling
you about. The one I tried with Renee. You haven't even used the toy?
Come on, that's training wheels stuff, babe. I have a half dozen of
those things. How are you ever gonna please your man when you can't
even please yourself?”
    Bianca stared at her brazen friend, so different from herself. Rachel
was all raw sexuality and pushed up boobs. Her hair was dark and her
tumbling curls always gave the impression that she had just gotten
out of bed.
    “I just can't. I can't.” The blush of Bianca's cheek
heated to what she knew was a deep crimson..
    “You need to try, girlfriend. You say that you would do
anything for him. Well anything, to start with, is a great big purple
dildo.”
    Bianca retreated into her own thoughts. She and Esteban had been
married for 2 years, most of which he had spent traveling for his
family's importing business. He had always said that he loved her
precisely because she was such a sweet flower, his Flor Dulce, but
every time he left she obsessed over the exotic women he must be
meeting in his travels. Esteban was lively and worldly, handsome and
powerful. Bianca just knew women, much more experienced and confident
women, were throwing themselves at him. The best seduction she could
muster was tugging on a button. Sometimes she desperately wished she
had taken Rachel's advice when she was younger and that she'd lost
her virginity before her wedding day. But it wasn't Bianca's way.
    ***
    Rachel spent the day keeping Bianca busy, too busy to think about
Esteban or the lonely days that stretched out in front of her. There
was brunch, then shopping, then lunch, then more shopping; now it was
happy hour and both Rachel and Bianca were working on being the
happiest gals in the whole place.
    “Rach, I know it's a pain... but would you mind staying with me
while Esteban's gone? I hate being in that big house all by myself.”
    Rachel stared at her friend with dead eyes for a moment and Bianca
feared a quick and disgruntled no.
    “I dunno. It would be a terrible inconvenience for me to leave
my crappy studio apartment and hole up at the palace for a week. I
mean.. the guest room has what? A giant king-sized