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abundance of joy when he saw Pamela. The beverage owner pulled her friend into a quick embrace, ending it with a kiss on the corner of her mouth. Well Pam, looks like you weren’t the stalker, but maybe the one being stalked.
    Silverman stepped back, but kept an arm around Pamela’s waist with his hand placed low on the top of her friend’s ass. Delilah watched the play between them with fascination. What do you have planned for this weekend, Silverman?
    For an older man, Silverman kept himself in shape. At six one, he had nondescript brown eyes, but prominent facial features and broad shoulders, well-defined and revealed underneath his light weight white cotton shirt. He wore his silver-blond hair longer than most men’s, making him resemble a Viking, a rugged version of Fabio. Today his shoulder-length waves were pulled back in a ponytail. Silverman was definitely someone she would look twice at. But, he was Pamela’s target.
    “I’m glad you could make it, Pamela .” Silverman spoke her name as if an intimate secret.
    “So am I.” Pamela’s voice was light and airy as she trained her gaze on him, dropping it from his eyes to his mouth.
    His fingers squeezed slightly, raising the already short lavender material.
    Trying not to stare at her friend and their host, Delilah introduced herself to the two people who had been speaking with Silverman. She found out the woman, who appeared in her mid-fifties, was the head editor of one of New York’s papers and had been attending Silverman’s overnight parties for years.
    Delilah was amazed how the woman fought the conflict of interest so well. How the editor remained silent all this time about what went on at the secret getaways. And people thought reporters always looked for a story. Apparently not when it could get them barred from a ‘Silverman party’. Business stopped at the door.
    “Daniel’s parties are always delicious and decadent. I can’t wait to see what he has planned for us this time,” Priscilla explained and then introduced Delilah to a man she called her boy-toy, one of the city’s firefighters. “Isn’t he just lickable and luscious? Kevin and I met on Wednesday, and I called him up when I got the invitation. He traded days to join me.”
    Kevin stood proud and silent as Priscilla offered him up for display. The hot gaze he sent down Priscilla’s body clearly said he suffered no heartache about missing work. And he was quite the treat, looking like the Greek god Adonis, of beauty and desire, willingly back to rejuvenate Priscilla’s secret garden by bathing her in his fountain of youth.
    Pamela’s voice pulled her away from the couple. “Silverman, this gorgeous redhead is my best friend, Delilah.”
    The host clamped his hand around Delilah’s, warm and strong, lifting her hand to his lips for a kiss. “Yes, the owner of Précis Touch. I’ve seen some of your company’s work and it is impressive.”
    Tilting her head, she acknowledged his compliment. “Thanks, Daniel. Keep us in mind if you think about redecoration.” Glancing around at the room’s interior, she finished by saying, “Anywhere.”
    “I will.” Still holding her hand, Silverman’s thumb brushed across her knuckles as his eyes scanned the shoulder length layers of her deep auburn hair then lowered for a moment to the front of her skirt as if he tried to see through the material. His gaze returned to her face. “Are you true?”
    She’d become accustomed to men asking that question, and just like the others, Silverman wanted to know whether or not her sex was adorned with the same vibrant auburn as the hair on top of her head. Her mother, a beautiful black woman, gave her the light brown skin color. However, her Irish father with his carrot top curls was to blame for the natural red highlights that ran through her brown hair. Delilah offered a coy smile. “Some things are best discovered than announced.”
    Silverman winked. “I like your style and look forward