I silenced my cellphone. My overnight bag held my clothes, my conscience, condoms, and red velvet cake. A Sweet Night with her was my choice.
Opportunity opened the door. I stepped in.
She wore a rose-colored apron; a gold necklace disappeared between her breasts. Her scent? Heavenly floral. Naked and bountiful underneath, I leaned in to kiss her cheek. She took me on her lips.
“Your bag goes in my bedroom. There’s an apron for you.”
There were flickering candles and a four-poster bed. A short butcher-shop apron.
She arched an appreciative eyebrow and smiled as I returned with cake.
