Title: Chasing
Delirium
Author:
Jenny Hayut
Release Date: Oct
28, 2015
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When Anna Daniels decides to
travel across the ocean to London, she has only one thing in mind: to finally
meet the man who haunts her dreams and seems to know her more than she knows
herself.
Henry Daughtry.
They have one night to live out
every fantasy. Fulfill every desire. And then...they have sworn to walk
away.
But will she be able to keep up
her end of the bargain after just one night with him? Or will she be left
chasing the delirium of his
memory?
The sound of my phone chirping
once again has me running back to the
bed.
“Meet
me in the restaurant downstairs? One
hour?”
My heart falls to my feet. All
the blood rushes to my head. This is it. One hour. In one hour. I pace back and
forth, shoving my hair behind my ears, looking in the mirror, walking back to
the window, staring at the view, knowing he’s somewhere out there in
the darkness. I giggle again as I message him
back.
“Okay.”
I laugh at the short and
relatively calm message. Unlike me, a bag of nerves. All the talks we’ve
had. All the intimate moments. All the sexual fantasies, desires, need. All
those nights having to please myself after talking to him. All of it about to
come true.
I
need to get it together. If he knew I was out of control, for even a second,
he’d stop it. Cancel everything. I know he would. I have to keep it
together. One night is all I have, and I need it. I need to take it back with
me. To have in those dark, lonely
nights.
After I bath and towel myself
dry, I slowly slather my freshly shaved legs with shea butter then cover my
entire body in the silky cream that smells of red peonies and vanilla. Within
moments, I catch myself again visualizing his hands caressing me, falling under
his spell his eyes lazily drink me in. When my hands linger between my thighs,
I suck in a breath and stand, my wet hair teasing my skin as it trails down my
back.
I wrap the towel around myself
and make my way back to the bed, collapsing across it. Pushing away all the
thoughts beginning to cloud my judgement, I unzip my suitcase and pull out my
red lace panties and garter with matching bra. I smile as I let the satin fabric
of the bra brush against my skin. He likes red. He’s getting red. In
the skimpiest of
proportions.
Reaching for the dress
I’d brought with me, I grin again, remembering how many stores
I’d been to, trying to find the perfect one. The little black dress
that will make him weak in the knees or get his cock rising as soon as he sees
me in it. That’s what I was going for. Store after store, dress after
dress until I found the one that even got me wet when I saw my reflection in
the mirror.
It’s a simple black
dress—yet it nearly reveals my ass. It’s risqué,
without a doubt. And perfect. After sliding it on, I position my breasts until
they’re practically spilling out of the low-cut crisscross front and
smirk devilishly.
After finishing my hair,
letting the loose curls fall naturally, I gloss my lips with another coat of
fuck-me red, spritz my favorite perfume between my breasts and across my neck,
and stare at my reflection. The voice of reason tries to escape the shadows
again, but sheer desire kicks her back into the dungeon. I slide on my black
stilettos with the red bottoms then grab my cell and keycard and make my way
out the door.
Jenny Hayut lives in Virginia
with her husband and two children, along with their shelter rescue, Georgia, an
extremely spoiled beagle
mix.
Her
love of writing began in elementary school and continued through high school,
where she enjoyed writing quirky articles for the school newspaper and poetry
for the literary magazine.
In her free time while
she’s not people watching and plotting to kill a character off,
she’s outdoors. Following a trail in the woods, reading a book on the
beach, or attempting to plant flowers in her so called garden. And
baklava...yeah...brings her to her
knees.
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