My Christmas Stalker by Donetta Loya Read Free Book Online Page B

stand with open palms outstretched to you my friend!” Jeff stuck his hand out and David slapped it. They ended up doing a hand jive they had created one late night when they were overly tired and David didn’t want to go back to his mom’s place.
        “You got a date with your Nora?” David asked his friend.
        “Yeah.” A smile played over his face. “She is…something else. I know she’s the one, dude. I feel it here.” He pointed to his heart.
         “She a member?” David asked assuming Jeff’s answer would be yes.
         “No,” he quietly stated. David’s head shot up “But she will be. I can feel it!” His eyes took on a serious glint. “She is one of those people who is a member, but just hasn’t been baptized.”
        “I remember you saying that about me,” David smiled thoughtfully. “I hope it all works out for you, man.”
         Jeff looked at his watch. “Well, we are out of pastries and we may need some lunch soon.” He laughed as David rolled his eyes. “This would work out way better if she worked at a pizzeria! I could eat pizza all day, every day!”
        “Oooo, that would pack on the weight for sure!” He chuckled as he patted his hard stomach. David stood up. “I need to head upstairs. I have an appointment in a half hour.” He glanced down at his clothes. “I better put a suit on, ya think?”
         “Yeah, I was wondering about why you weren’t dressed like yourself.” Jeff swiveled back to look at him.
        “Well…I didn’t want to chase her away right off.” He blushed as he thought of Whitley. “I really want this, man. I haven’t had such a strong pull toward a girl before in my life. But Whitley…she calls to me, man.”
         “Know what you mean, bro. That is how I feel about Nora.” The two men were quiet, lost in their own thoughts for a few seconds.
          “I better head on out, see ya later, Jeff.” David slapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder and left the security office.
     
     
           D avid entered his own office. The mahogany desk was orderly. The atmosphere boasted of a masculine air. He stepped into the small dressing room behind a hidden panel in the large office. He started to undress and the phone rang. He had only unbuttoned his collared shirt so he trotted over to his phone.
        “David Ballantine speaking,” he said into the phone.
        “David? It’s your mother. I have been hunting for you all morning! Stay there I am coming to see you.” David hung up the phone and before he could return to the little room the door burst open and Daphne Ballantine sailed in.
         His mother hair was cut in a perfect A line design, colored to a white blonde, far from her true brown hair which probably was striped with grey by now. She was in a very fashionable, tight blue skirt and satiny silver shirt. Jewelry adorned her neck, her wrist, fingers, and ear lobes.
        “Oh, my G—!”
        “Mother! Please do not take the Lord’s name in vain.” David spoke the reminder to her. She stopped and lowered her dark glasses to peer over them.
        “What on earth are you wearing?” She moved closer. “Have you been slumming? Is that where you have been?”
         “No, Mother, I haven’t been slumming.” He moved into the dressing room and shut the door.
        “David!” She pounded on the door. “I need to talk to you!”
         “Just a minute, Mother,” he called back, “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. I need to change!”
         “Oh, thank heavens!” She moved toward the wet bar in the corner of the room. She opened the hidden small fridge. “What—is—this? You have nothing to drink, son. I shall chastise Clarice myself. She should keep you well stocked.”
        David walked out in his $2000 suit and settled at his desk. He picked up a folder and spoke as he read through the top page. “Leave Clarice alone, Mother. She has