“Is Abel pressuring you?”
“No! Absolutely not. I’ve got my own bedroom. He’s the perfect gentleman. I couldn’t have asked for a better guy.” She pressed a hand to her temple. “I’ve never felt anything like this before. This kind of stuff never happens to girls like me.”
“Girls like you? I don’t get it.”
“I’m plain, Betty. Plain and fat.”
“I swear I will hit you when I see you. What have I told you about putting yourself down like that? If guys cannot see what a gem you are, then they don’t deserve you. There, I’ve said it.”
She chuckled. “You’re my best friend.”
“So? If I thought you were plain and fat I’d tell you. I think you’re lovely, Harp. Don’t let other people’s vileness get to you.”
Harper smiled. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”
“If we’re swiping annulment off the table, and divorce, does he have a nice big dick?”
“Betty.”
“What? I haven’t been with a guy since Damian. With studying, I’m dry over here, please, give a girl a break. Help her out.”
“Why haven’t you been with someone else?” Harper asked.
“Studying. What you didn’t know was I completely flunked in English, and I need that class to keep my grade up. I’ve been doing too much chasing, and not enough studying. I’ve got three weeks to turn in another paper, or my final score stays. My parents will kill me, and they’ll dock my allowance.”
Harper winced.
“See, even you know what that means to me.”
Betty’s parents weren’t rich, but they helped their daughter out as much as possible. If she didn’t have the grades, the money wasn’t coming.
“I do. Um, he does have a really big one.” She’d felt it through his pants. He wasn’t small, even when he was flaccid. Harper let her know that last part.
“You are a lucky girl. Damn, I wish a Denton would look at me.”
“Speaking of a Denton, do you know anything else about them?” Harper asked.
“Nope. Why?”
“I was just curious. Abel doesn’t really talk about what he does.”
“I imagine owning a casino he has to do a lot of stuff. I’d never heard of the men, just the casino. If all the men were like Damian, there are going to be six happy women.”
“Lou looked happy,” she said, recalling the oldest brother’s woman. “Really happy.”
“Give Abel your v-card, and I bet he makes you a very happy woman.”
She chuckled. “I’m going to go. Enjoy studying, and don’t let anything distract you.”
“I won’t. Happy fucking.”
Betty must be in serious need. Hanging up the phone, Harper dropped her cell onto the bed, and climbed off, heading toward the window. Her body didn’t feel normal, and after this afternoon on the counter, each time she thought about it, she grew more aroused. They had one life to live, and she’d been living her life afraid. She didn’t know what she was afraid of. It wasn’t fear. No, she’d been protected. Her brothers and her parents had always been there, looking over her, keeping guys away. Now she was married, and the guy she’d chosen was in another room, giving her the space she required.
Go to him.
Without waiting for nerves to sink in, she left her room, and stood outside his.
“Just go in. He’s your husband. He has a right to be in your room, just like you have a right to be in his.”