Page 18 of What She Deserves
“Good night,” Layla replied breathlessly. She slid behind the wheel and drove off, shivering through the chills of excitement that rolled through her body.
* * *
Rashad watchedLayla’s tail lights disappear around the corner, then he strolled to where his car was parked on the other side of the court house square.
Layla had changed, that was for sure. The woman who’d wanted commitment and asked him to share more of himself was now willing to have a purely sexual relationship. Shocking.
Unlike her, he’d had plenty of experience with those kinds of relationships, though he’d never had such a clinical discussion about the parameters before. In those types of arrangements, he typically juggled multiple sexual partners, as did the women he was involved with. They were open and honest, each person entering into the casual relationship with their eyes wide open. In Layla’s case, he was not having that. Hecouldn’t. Besides, she was more than enough to satisfy him.
He climbed into his Porsche and sat there for a minute, already anticipating having her back in his bed. Losing Layla Fleming had been the biggest mistake he’d ever made. He was pretty sure she was the only woman he’d come close to loving—as close as he could possibly come to romantic love.
Now he was about to have exactly what he wanted in the first place—Layla exclusively his without all the trappings of a serious relationship.
Rashad smiled as he started the car. The best of both worlds.
Life was good.
