Page 34 of Promise Kept

I step into the apartment, suddenly remembering everything about Tamara Sydney.

The woman only cares about one thing.

Sex.

In all shapes and forms. And it doesn’t matter who with either.

“I still can’t believe that bastard is gone,” she says.

She then starts to drink from her wine glass.

She doesn’t stop until the glass is empty.

Then she lets out a little coo sound and touches her chest.

“Hope you don’t think I’m a lush,” she says.

“Yes, you do,” I smile.

“See? There’s the Ellis I know. Always quick. I can use the laughs. Keep going.”

I step toward her and reach for the wine glass. “How many of these have you had?”

“That’s not your business. Unless you want me good and drunk. Which would be very wrong, Mister.”

Tamara boops her finger on my nose.

“You wanted me to stop over. Here I am.”

“Are you throwing attitude at me, Ellis?”

Tamara bats her eyes at me, then smiles.

I would be a fool not to admit how stunningly beautiful this woman is.

Yes, plenty of surgery has gone into keeping things together in a timely way, but anyone who knows Tamara Sydney knows she’s a natural beauty.

Even with the plastic surgery - she hasn’t done anything drastic. Nothing that makes you look a few times and think, ‘Damn, that went wrong…’

“How about you pour me another glass of wine, Ellis? So we can catch up. I’d love to hear about your exciting life. And who knows, maybe this dress will just magically disappear.”

I take a deep breath as Tamara laughs.

She sways her hips, strolling toward a large, floor to ceiling window that overlooks the city.

She stands there actually silent for more than a second.

After a few quiet seconds, she looks back at me.

“Do you know how hard I worked for this place?”

Yeah, sucking cock…

I nod. I smile. “Tell me why I’m really here, Tamara. Are you okay? Honestly. It’s okay to grieve him. We all have flaws.”

Tamara laughs. “Oh, Ellis. My sweet, sexy, Ellis. I’m not in the business of sadness. What is there to grieve? We all pass. We all go on. Where? I don’t know. I’m still here. I haven’t misled you yet, Ellis. Why I wanted you here.”

As if I need another clue to the truth, Tamara reaches back and starts to unzip her dress.

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