Was she completely out of her mind? How could she have agreed to meet Warren at at hotel when she knew he was married to her best friend Suzie? Deep in her heart, she knew that Warren belonged with her, despite the fact that he was married to Suzie. Ever since the moment she had met him, Wendy had felt this undeniable attraction for Warren Carter. He was ruthless and egotistical, but there had been times when she had witnessed another side of him. Deep in his soul, she had caught a glimpse of someone she could love... if only he would let her.
"No one saw you?" Warren asked as he stepped into their hotel room.
"No, Warren, I was really careful," Wendy promised as she stood by the bed, feeling extremely nervous. She felt sick inside when she thought of how she was about to betray Suzie, but Warren was to-die-for sexy. She wanted him more than anything. And she HAD to have him. Being in his arms had become as essential as breathing.
"Wendy, you look beautiful," Warren murmured as he closed the door. He walked across the floor and drew her into his arms. "Blue is definitely your color."
Wendy caressed his cheek as she gazed into his ebony eyes. She could get lost in those deep, dark depths. Ever since she started working at the club, she and Warren had become closer. He had actually confided in her, sharing part of his soul with her. Warren Carter wasn't the type to get close to anyone, not even his wife Suzie. Suzie was always complaining that Warren didn't communicate with her. Suzie and Warren's marriage was on the rocks, and Warren wasn't happy. He had strayed from Suzie on more than one occasion. His compulsion to sleep with women had Suzie suspicious of his every move. Little did she know that the one she confided in, her best friend Wendy, was the one Warren had his eye on.
"I wore this dress just for you," Wendy said as he ran his tender caresses over the shimmering, dark-blue silk.
"Take it off," he groaned. "Take it all off."
"I want you. I've got to have you now," Warren spoke as he unzipped the back of Wendy's gown. It fell away from her luscious breasts as Warren stared at her with lust. "My God, Wendy. I have never wanted anyone as I want you."
Warren wasn't lying. What he felt for Wendy surpassed anything he had felt for any others he had slept with- even Suzie. He was quickly regretting that marriage and was looking for a way to get out of it. Maybe he was hoping Suzie would find out about his little affair, and she'd kick him to the curb. He didn't want to hurt her, but in his eyes, his own desires and needs far surpassed Suzie's.
"Make love to me, Warren... please..." Wendy begged him.
He finished removing her clothing, then lowered her to the bed. He never took his eyes off her as he removed his own clothes. He began making sweet, passionate love to her. It was absolutely amazing, how their bodies became one. Wendy felt as though their souls had combined along with their bodies. She never wanted to let Warren go, but she knew she must.
Her eyes were misty as she said good-bye to him. "I'll see you at the club, Wendy," Warren said as he quickly got dressed.
"Suzie will never find out, will she?" Wendy asked as she struggled not to cry. Guilt plagued her, but more than that, she didn't want to leave Warren.
"No, she''ll never find out," Warren said as he gave her one last lingering kiss. Even as he said the words, he knew it wasn't true. Suzie was going to find out... and in the end, Warren knew would be grateful.