Divine Phoenix(Divine Creek Ranch 10)(106)
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Tabitha’s fingers shook with indignation as she dialed the number. When the incredibly sexy voice answered the phone, she spoke in an equally suggestive tone. “Mr. King. It’s Tabitha Lester.”
His husky chuckle sent a thrill up her spine. “Well, hello, Miss Tabitha.”
“You wanted me to let you know her whereabouts when Mr. Cook wasn’t around, so you could meet with her and have that talk. I–I just wanted to let you know Mr. Cook is out of town this weekend and she’s on her way to his home right now.”
It stuck in her craw that she was directing him to Lily so he could have a chance at reconciling with her, but she wanted Lily gone more than she wanted anything else right now.
“Mr. King, Clay is such a nice man. You won’t—”
“No, no, no, darlin’. I think I know what you’re worried about, and, no, I don’t have any problem with Mr. Cook. You said she was his roommate and I believe you, darlin’.” Every time he used that endearment it made her heart hammer and her granny panties damp. “He sounds like a noble man, trying to help her and I have to appreciate that.”
“Oh, he’s very noble. He just doesn’t see…” She left unsaid that Mr. King’s wife was using Clay in the very same way Presley Ann Woodworth had. She just wanted what she could get from him. Oh, Lily hid it better behind her lovey-dovey, caring act, but she was a gold digger as well.
“I understand, darlin’. You have nothing to concern yourself with that. So he’s out of town all weekend?”
“Yes. I–I wish you luck with your wife, Mr. King.” Tabitha tried to hide the catch in her throat. This could be the last time she ever spoke with this lovely man. The thought made her nose swell and the lump in her throat made it hard to talk. “I’m here if you need anything else.”
“I appreciate that, darlin’. I’ll be in touch if I have any questions. You know, darlin,’ talking to such a sweet lady makes me wonder if I wound up with the wrong woman.”
“Oh.” Tabitha’s jaw dropped, and her face instantly felt like it was on fire.
In an embarrassed-sounding tone, Mr. King said, “I probably shouldn’t have said that. You’re just so darned sweet. Your husband is a lucky man.”
She giggled and swallowed over the lump in her throat, wondering if maybe this man might throw Lily over for her. “I’m—I’m not married.”
“Well, some man is gonna be lucky one of these days when he grabs you up and gives you what you need.”
Oh, I wish you’d throw that gold-digging whore over and do it yourself, sexy!
His dark tone sent a lustful thrill through her, and she giggled again, disguising the croak with a cough when it didn’t come out very sexy like she’d intended it to. “You’re very kind. I hope someday I’m that lucky.”
“If it doesn’t work out between me and my errant little Lily, maybe I’ll look you up, darlin’. But I do appreciate your help.”
Her heart lurched in her chest as the fantasy played in her mind of being swept right off her feet by this wonderful-sounding stranger. Life was so unfair. That bitch Lily didn’t deserve him at all.
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That night after supper, Lily made her excuses, truthfully claiming that she was tired and ready to turn in. The girls teased her, evidently guessing exactly why she was “turning in” early but bid her good night.
She got ready for bed and turned out the light then dialed Del’s number. She wanted him to know she’d be just as likely to call him as she was to call Clay tonight.
“Hello, beautiful. Lock the bedroom door before you get in bed. I don’t want you disturbed while we’re busy.”
Lily’s pussy quivered at his authoritative tone. “Done,” she murmured as she pulled back the covers.
“Now take off your nightgown.”
Lily dutifully removed it, unsurprised at the gush of wetness welling from her cunt as she laid it at the end of the king-size bed. Her body already knew who its masters were.
“Done.”
“Did you find the toy I snuck in your bag?” Clay asked.
Pussy clenching with anticipation, Lily responded, “Yes, this morning when I was getting ready for work. I can’t believe you put that there.”
“Got it just for you, baby,” Clay said with a quiet laugh. “Go get it.”
She scampered to her overnight bag and pulled the silky-soft silicone vibrator out of the pocket he’d hidden it in. She’d been wet all day wondering if they had plans for her to use it tonight.
“Got it,” she said as she returned to the side of the bed.