Chapter ElevenDusty showered at home and slipped on a pair of tight, black pants and a silky, short-sleeved, white blouse. The blouse had a ruffle along the low-cut neckline, showing off her fair skin, slender neck, and great cleavage. She smiled to herself. Matt loved her breasts. She caught him staring at them often, and when they were in bed together, he paid them special attention. The memory of his touch gave her goosebumps.
She stopped to sniff the gigantic bouquet of pink roses in a vase next to her bed. Matt had sent them, along with a note. She sprayed perfume on her neck then picked up the card.
Dusty –
You are the light of my life. Please forgive me for my
stupidity. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that
I like having you around, even if I don’t know how to
say it.
