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Dee and Michael Reese have been married for two years. They have a loving, passionate marriage, are raising a beautiful toddler, and successfully managing two businesses. The Reeses are actively involved in their church, but their perfect life is unraveling at the seams.
Can Dee’s marriage survive the ultimate betrayal? And will Michael pay for this betrayal with his life?
Michael recognized Krista Maxwell right away when she strutted into Lyrics with her entourage. Her unmistakable flowing ebony tresses, full lips and forty-four-inch legs had catapulted her to worldwide supermodel status. The twenty-six-year-old dark, exotic beauty often likened to Angelina Jolie, also had a reputation for being extremely wild.
Her personal assistant had arranged with Troy, his manager, to hold a party at the club. Michael hadn’t met her in person yet. Now Troy was on vacation, and he and Rita, the hostess, had to handle greeting and seating guests in the filled to capacity club. They didn’t have a free moment to breathe.
Michael went through his usual charming host routine as they greeted the supermodel’s arriving party, and for the next two hours, he and Rita catered to the group’s every need. A successful celebrity event could put a nightclub on the map and add thousands of dollars to its monthly income statement. The chef received kudos for his excellent presentation of the menu selections. In the short span of time, the famous fashionista’s party had devoured three bottles of Cristal, two fifths of Absolut, a couple of bottles of Courvoisier, miscellaneous mixed drinks and wine. The bar tab ran well over two thousand dollars in addition to the cost of their meals.
Michael’s busyness came to a screeching halt when Krista sashayed onto the dance floor alone. Krista had consumed a little too much Cristal and, when she realized Michael was watching her, she performed what he could only compare to a pole dance minus the stainless steel. In a backless mini-dress that didn’t amount to much more than a handkerchief, she licked her lips and ran her hands through her tousled hair as her breasts rose and fell in rhythm to the thumping bass. He actually stopped breathing; hypnotized by the way she writhed and twisted with her gaze locked to his. Michael remained transfixed, frozen in place until the music ended. He rubbed the back of his neck and self-consciously wiped away the sweat that drenched his neck. The instant he got his feet to move, he rushed back to his office hoping none of his staff or guests noticed how aroused he’d become.
In the cool, quiet privacy, he shut the door, fell back against it and tried to close out the images swirling in his mind. The deep breath he took did little to slow his thundering heartbeat. Krista’s little performance was the most erotic thing he’d seen since the exotic dancer Troy had hired to perform at his bachelor party. Even though his best friend knew better than anyone that Michael’s new beliefs conflicted with the traditional bachelor party festivities, as the best man, Troy had arranged the kind of party he himself wanted.
An involuntary smile eased onto his face before his thoughts could develop into a full-blown lewd fantasy, a sick feeling of guilt forced them down.
“What’s wrong with you? That girl just had too much to drink. She wasn’t coming on to you. Even if she were, it wouldn’t make any difference. You’re a married man.
Eventually, Michael raised himself off the door, walked over to his desk and shuffled through a stack of bills. His eyes focused on the papers, yet his mind’s eye could still see Krista’s perfectly proportioned body undulating to the music. Her beautiful face with those famous glossy lips beckoned to him. Like someone trying to dislodge sleep after a long nap, he scrubbed his face this time speaking to himself out loud. “Get a grip. You’ve got work to do.”
Coming January 2, 2012 to Kindle and Nook!