Ruby couldn’t stop thinking about Gavin. His smile, his laughter, his body, and all the sensual things he did to her body. She couldn’t stop smiling as she remembered their fantastic night together followed by an equally fantastic morning. And she would never forget all the wonderful things he said to her over the last twenty-four hours.
During their last hour together, Gavin had declared sweet somethings like…
“You sure know how to make a man feel wanted.”
“You make me want to go wild.”
“Your body is made for loving. It needs to be appreciated for the work of art that it is.”
“You need a man that knows when to stroke you slow and when to stroke you fast.”
In response, Ruby had said…
“I’ve never wanted a man as much as I do you.”
“I like it wild, so let’s get wild together.”
“My body is yours for the taking today, so have your way with it.”
Those words had been enough to make Gavin go ballistic with passion. He began to stroke her hard and fast as she held on to the sofa near the breakfast cart. Even now she could recall the loud slapping sounds that his strong thighs made every time they connected with her bottom.
Ruby couldn’t resist responding in kind. No other man made her want to abandon every pretense and just let who she really was inside out, not for the whole world to see…but for Gavin’s eyes only.
Just then, Ruby heard tires screeching outside the shop. She immediately recognized the sound of her father’s vintage pick-up truck by the purring of the engine alone. When she heard the door slam shut a few seconds later, she knew she had roughly two minutes to slip into the submissive daughter role again. Thankfully she had all of the necessary reports completed, despite her distracting memories.
“Why didn’t you tell us ‘bout you and that new dentist in town?” Papa Hudson raged as he came barging into her office.
Ruby’s eyes widened and then narrowed. She needn’t ask how he knew about her and Gavin. Toby had always been a gossiper. But exactly who had he told her business to? And exactly how much did he tell to them?
“What do you want to know, Papa? And where’s Mama?” Ruby asked, proceeding with caution. She didn’t want to upset him any more than he already was. She constantly thought about his health and her impact on it.
“I took her home after church so she could start supper. Now back to the subject at hand. How long have you known this fella? And when was you gonna get around to telling us about him popping the question?” Papa Hudson came closer to the desk and folded his arms across his chest.
“Gavin and I haven’t known each other very long. But our feelings still run just as deep,” Ruby replied, being as truthful and as vague as she could be about that first question. She and Gavin did have a deep connection.
Now here comes the dreaded lie.
“As for why I didn’t tell you, I was waiting until he got back to town so we could tell everybody together,” Ruby continued, smoothly sliding further into character the way her first drama teacher taught her to.
Papa Hudson’s eyes narrowed as he scanned her face for the truth. Sometimes Ruby could hide her feelings so well, only allowing what she wanted to be seen in those violet-blue eyes of hers. Other times her eyes told it all.
Finding nothing offensive in her eyes or her countenance, Papa Hudson blew out the frustrated breath he’d been holding. “Tell your fella I want to see him for supper next Sunday and to be prepared to ask for your hand in marriage the right way.”
“Yes, Papa,” Ruby replied submissively. “While you’re here, do you want this week’s reports?” She pointed to a stack of papers on her desk.
“Yeah, I might as well get them,” Papa Hudson said, receiving the stack she handed him. Then he turned to leave just as abruptly as he’d come.
When her father left the shop a few minutes later, Ruby put her head in her hands and took several deep breaths. It hadn’t been a full twenty-four hours yet and already that marriage lie had gotten out of hand.
What am I going to do? Ruby lamented.
She didn’t want to marry anybody, even if the proposal had been real. Nor did she want to break things off with Gavin just yet. But that was exactly what she had to do. How else could she explain why there wasn’t going to be a wedding after all?
Why do I always have to give up what I want? Ruby mused in frustration, recalling that cinematography dream she had to abandon when her father took ill.
As she continued to ponder her misfortunes, silent tears rolled down her cheeks, wetting the remaining documents on her desk.
(c) 2014 by Mi'Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier
(c) 2014 by Mi'Chelle Dodson/Suprina Frazier