Maria paced her room, the nightie she'd chosen, a short black lacy thing, floated around her thighs each time she turned. Her skirt twitched with her agitation as she moved. Where was he? Wasn't he going to come for her? It was 9:30pm already, and she was pretty sure he hadn't waited this long last night.

Was he bored with her already? No, that couldn't be it. The sex had been spectacular, and she was certain he felt it too. There was no way to fake that kind of insane chemistry. So, ...