Christopher S. Dixon stops by with
an excerpt from his new book
an excerpt from his new book
The Making of Melissa
“Can you talk?”
“Not
for long, he’s in the shower, what are you doing ringing now, do you know what
time it is?” Marcus ignored Melissa’s question.
“Where
else would I be at 3am in the morning!” Melissa listened as Marcus described in
graphic detail what he’d like to do with her. She moved a hand down her body
and started stroking slowly between her legs. She was aware that he was
masturbating also, his breath getting heavier as he imagined her naked in her
bed.
“When
are you free, we need to talk!” Marcus’s rich, velvety voice, a gorgeous
combination of Barry White and Morgan Freeman was enough to start Melissa’s
juices flowing and they both knew it. “I’ll have to hang up, he’s coming back!”
“Call
me!” Marcus urged then the line went dead. It wasn’t the first time Marcus had
rung at such an ungodly hour, she knew he was a workaholic like herself, but
she had to tell him of the risk of phoning at night when Alec was back. What
did he want to talk about? They had only met for a couple of coffees with
Melissa always anxious they were not discovered. Alec returned clad only in a
pair of shorts. “How was the shift?” She managed finally as he slipped into the
bed next to her. Alec gave a double take. “Why do you want to know?
“Just
trying to make conversation that’s all.” Alec broke wind, the stench flooding
the bed. Melissa turned her head away in disgust and looked again at the clock,
3.20am. It was going to be a long night.
