The following morning, Lola was woken up by a mouthwatering aroma coming from her kitchen. She got out of bed, her nakedness serving as a reminder of the passionate late night she had with Lamar. She pushed away the images of him rocking her against the lounge wall when her heart started racing. She headed to the bathroom, freshened up and fought the edge to wear his shirt that lay on the floor. Putting on Lamar’s shirt would be an open invitation for last night to repeat itself. She was still so undecided about what to do with him and could not afford to have that again. In the end, she decided on her satin knee-length dressing gown. She walked out of the bedroom, her heart already pounding with the anticipation of meeting him in her kitchen. Despite being undecided, Lamar was back in her
