They never had visitors at the cottage, and when she had heard it was only one of her father's servants… Well. She had considered just getting back ...nto bed and ignoring him.But she was glad she had not. 'Please,' she said, graciously stepping back and welcoming him into the room. 'Come in. Take some refreshment – I am sure you must be wearied by your journey.' She called for Alicia, and instructed the girl to get some coffee. She considered offering him wine, but then she remembered it was shy. Perhaps some rest before my talk with Howard would help settle my mind.As I lay in bed that morning, I thought about what I must do. I must convince Howard that I have given up any idea of an affair. I must make him believe that I am his exclusively and that my request the other night was nothing more than the ravings of a menopausal woman. Surely he could believe that was possible. I had stopped taking hormone replacement therapy after the health scares. Perhaps I could blame it on that.I told. As he pulled up to the house at the center of the cul-de-sac; all the houses looked similar in paint and construction to the one he’d purchased. The elderly gate guard was the only other black man he had seen in the community on his way in. Indeed, Terence was likely the only black man residing in this community. That just served to anger him more about his present situation. Terence had been a soldier, a decorated veteran. He had lead men during multiple combat patrols. He had learned how. She drew a gasping breath when she heard Jim say, "Why the sigh, my little pet?" He hadn't left her, but merely closed the door."Sir? I'm sorry, Sir." She said as she jumped to her feet in front of Jim.Jim opened his robe and pulled her nude body to his. She felt soft, warm, and cuddly against his body. She smelled delicious. Without knowing, she had used Jim's favorite perfume, Obsession. "You may speak freely in your own quarters. What's on your mind, Trina?" Really? Okay then. I just thought.