Aurelia stayed upstairs while Baron went to answer the front door. She looked at the clock on the nightstand. It read .
I hope it’s not Marquess again, she mused, immediately putting her guard up in case her pesky new brother-in-law came to ruin another relaxing night with one of his drunken benders.
Muting the television so that she could find out exactly who the late night visitor was, Aurelia then heard…
“Jordin? What are you doing here?”
Jordin?! Aurelia raged inwardly as she sprung upright in bed. “De gal gon mad! De man say go way. She no listen,” she muttered aloud.
I’ll make her listen, Aurelia decided, moving to exit the bed with a determined look upon her face.
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“I’m sorry about the late hour, Baron,” Jordin apologized, smiling up into his eyes as she eased closer to him in the doorway.
“I’m not merely protesting the time of your visit, Jordin. I’m protesting your visit as a whole. You shouldn’t be here at all. We’re over, remember?” Baron replied with a frown. He took a few steps back to put some much needed distance between them.
Jordin used that occasion to cross the threshold of the Weaver home. “Why are you playing so hard to get, Baron? You haven’t answered any of my calls. Not even the professional ones about the follow-up interview that I want to do with you for helping the police finally crack Professor Griffey’s case.”
“That dress and the late hour suggest that you came here to do more than just interview me, tonight,” Baron replied, looking pointedly at her short black halter dress with its bare sides and pin striped collar.
Jordin chuckled huskily. “I came so late to make sure you were home. This dress was to make sure I got in the door,” she flirted, moving even closer to him. “Now that I’m inside, what are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing at all,” Aurelia said from behind them.
Baron winced, took a deep breath, and shook his head as he slowly exhaled.
Could things get any worse?!
© 2009 by Mi’Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier
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