Rose
Wentworth is a young woman who lives with her great-grandmother as
her caregiver. As they are the only family that the other has, Rose
feels obligated to help Grammy as she slips into the throes of
dementia. It's not easy, as Grammy can be very demanding. However, a
chance meeting with JD Stone proves to be just want both Rose and
Grammy need.
"Hello?" Rose sounded
breathless.
"Hiya. You sound like
you've been running," JD said.
She giggled. He could picture
her tossing her head, flaming hair swirling around her face.
"I feel like I have been.
We've been interviewing caregivers all day. I'm exhausted."
"Found anyone yet?"
"No. I thought I had a
couple, but Grammy hated them on sight. That's been the major
drawback. She doesn't want anyone around but me."
"I have a couple more names
for you. Talk to them, introduce them to Grammy and see what she
thinks. They're the folks who cared for my dad. I think she'll like
them."
"Sure. I'd like that."
He gave her their names and
numbers.
"They're expecting a call.
I already talked to them."
She chuckled. "Do I hear
ulterior motive in your voice?"
"Only the chance to spend
more time with you, Rose. Quality time...."
"I'd like that, JD I'm
anxious to find out your real name." She let the suggestion hang
in the air.
"And I'm anxious to tell
you."
"Motivation," she
whispered huskily. "Red hot, heart stopping, pounding,
sweating—motivation."
"Jesus!" His body
reacted to her words, tone and suggestion in a predictable and
annoying way.
"Does it make you hot?
Thinking about me? Does it?"
"You're gonna make me spill
my coffee, Rose." It was difficult to breathe and harder to
speak.
"Coffee's the least of your
worries, JD. I bet I can make you cum in your pants."
"Please don't. I'm at the
office." He tried to laugh, but was worried she was serious.
"You don't think I can?"
"I firmly believe you can.
Very firmly...."
Rose giggled again and the sound
danced around in his head.
"Are you sure?"
She sighed heavily, her voice
ending in a squeak, catching on a high note. She sighed again and
moaned. She continued for several seconds.
JD knew he should hang up, but
his mind and body were at war with one another. He wanted her and she
knew it. Obviously, she wanted him too and was determined to make him
totally crazy as expeditiously as possible.
"Am I...." his voice
came out an octave higher than usual. Clearing this throat, he tried
again. "Am I going to get to see you this evening?"
"I certainly hope so."
She layered the comment with suggestiveness.
"I'll come around six.
Over," he added quickly. "Come over around six."
Rose laughed, trying to smother
the sound.
"Want me to bring dinner
again?"
"I'm actually cooking
tonight. The Colonel sat with Grammy while I went to the store. I'm
fixing roast and mashed potatoes, steamed carrots, fresh bread...."
"You bake bread?"
"I do. It's light, fluffy,
delicious." She extended each word, making it sound sensual.
"Kind of like you, then?"
"Exactly like me."
"You're killing me. You
know that, right?"
"Mm hmmm...."
She sounded so happy about it,
he had to laugh.
"I'll bring wine."
"Planning to get me drunk
so you can take advantage?"
"Only when we're
alone—completely, totally, unequivocally alone. Which reminds me,
make those calls. Interview, introduce and all those other 'I'
words."
Rose's
laughter made his heart sing. It was the most beautiful sound in the
world, except for the sounds she would make when they made love. He
couldn't express how much he was looking forward to hearing them—and
not over the phone.
© 2016 Dellani Oakes
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