Love and War – Excerpt

Willy sat ramrod straight in his bed as he watched the bartender from the club try to sneak out. How the hell had they ended up there together? Willy cleared his throat, and the girl jumped.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me," she said as she started picking up the things she had just dropped.

"Were you going to sneak out? You don't want any coffee?" Willy couldn't believe he was the one asking these questions.

"Uhmmm, no," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "We are both grown-ups. Let's call this what it really is—a one-night stand. You brought me to a classy, upscale hotel, we had sex, and now it's time for me to leave. Let's not make this any more awkward than it is."

"First of all, this is where I live. Second, you're the first girl I've brought back here. And third, who said I won't want to call you again?"

"First of all, why do you always have to list every point you want to make? Second to infinity, I have a life, responsibilities, and someone who depends on me not to fuck up again. Once in a lifetime is enough." She muttered the last part.

"Are you married?"

"Hell no. Marriage is just a form of modern-day slavery."

"I have no idea how to respond to that." Willy scrubbed his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Why, because I'm black and you look quasi-white?" She smiled then laughed, a sound that warmed him from tip to toe.

"You are very beautiful."

That seemed to sober her up immediately. She pulled her jacket on and began to backpedal toward the door. "Listen, Billy—"

"Willy."

"Willy. Shit, I'm such a screw up. You were great at that." She pointed at the bed. "Really, really great."

"Thanks."

"But I don't do things like this. I was just celebrating something and you reminded me of someone, and then you touched me with those very, very skillful hands and we ended up back here and—"

"Stop rambling." Willy got out of bed and watched as her eyes went as wide as saucers. He turned around, hiding his shit-eating grin. For some reason he just loved the way she reacted to things, especially his naked body.

"G-great ass, by the way. It's a winner," she said, then covered her face. "Okay, I think I'm just going to go."

"I've got ten minutes." Actually, he didn't. His meeting was bound to start at any moment. But being the boss he was allowed to walk into a meeting two hours late, right? As Alvin said, it was his God-given right to be bad a couple of times in his life.

"I really shouldn't," she said in a squeaky voice. "What is it, like seven o'clock?" she asked as she took off her jacket and shoes. "Ten minutes, that's what you said, right?" She shimmied out of her jeans and t-shirt. "You'll be really fast? But not so fast I'll miss my orgasm, right?"

With three large strides, Willy closed the gap between them. She was so small compared to his six foot three height. So tiny, so perfect. She fit him just right. He cupped her jaw in his palm and said, "Shut up." Willy wrapped his arm around her and lifted her so they were eye to eye. He kissed her then tossed her on the bed. "Ten minutes."

"Great," she panted.