Chapter 21
“I don’t see why you have to be in such a hurry.”
Keith Turner sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her. He hated the way she made him feel, cheap and dirty . . . and stupid. “I have to get back to the office.” He reached for his trousers with far more enthusiasm than when he’d taken them off.
“Come on,” she cooed, crawling up close behind him. “Your daddy won’t mind if you stay a little longer.”
“I have a meeting.” That was a lie, but she didn’t have to know. He thrust one leg into his trousers, then the other, before standing and pulling them up.
She came up on her knees, snaked her arms around his waist, and pressed her cheek to his back. He shuddered inside, didn’t dare allow her to see or feel the truth. “You were perfect,” she murmured. “I should have you for dessert every day after lunch. You make me come so fast.”
“I have to go.” He moved out of her grasp.
She sat back down on the bed and sighed. That athletic body displayed invitingly. “Well, okay, if you really have to.” As he tugged on his shirt she adopted a look of petulance, pouted those full red lips, and then reminded him, “Don’t forget next time. You promised you’d never forget.”
“Right.” He stepped into his shoes, ready to get the hell out of here.
He’d forgotten the stupid gift he’d promised her.
She always insisted on a gift. But today there had been other things on his mind.
Clint Austin was back. Keith had seen him.
Had gotten a long hard look at what ten years in Holman had done to the man.
Even now the thought made Keith sick to his stomach. Austin had paid dearly.
After so many years Keith had thought the past was behind him. Now he knew differently. That night would never be behind him. He’d made a mistake . . . one he couldn’t take back. He would never be able to forgive himself.
He’d tried to do everything right since. He’d stayed in a less than happy marriage. He’d taken care of Troy no matter what kind of trouble he got into or caused for Keith. But none of it was enough.
He had to get out of here.
“See you later, baby,” she purred.
He nodded but didn’t look back. He couldn’t bear to look. Not with what he knew crushing in on his chest.