left the office.
“Pastor,” Angela beeped in again, “what should I tell Mrs. Reynolds? She’s called twice since the last time I told her you were in a meeting.”
Derrick’s brows creased. Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Reynolds …The name didn’t ring a bell. “Didn’t you transfer her to Vivian’s line?”
“I did, but she keeps calling back here.”
Derrick sighed. This kind of stuff came with the territory but he didn’t have to like it. “Thank you, Angela. I’m sorry that you’re being harassed. Tell her she must speak with an associate minister, or my wife’s office, end of story.”
Derrick leaned back, thinking. It had been a long time since he’d been harassed. It definitely wasn’t unusual, especially from strangers. While he didn’t have a regular television broadcast, like King, he was seen frequently on Trinity Broadcasting Network and provided video feeds at the church’s Web site. No telling who this Mrs. Reynolds was. And no telling what she wanted. The fact that she referred to herself as “Mrs.” didn’t dim his suspicions. Like he’d just told Cy, rings, and the vows they symbolized, didn’t mean a thing to some people.
He reached for the phone. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey,” Vivian said, surprised. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Hum, and what were you thinking?” Derrick asked in a sultry voice.
Vivian responded in an equally seductive manner. “You’ll find out later tonight.”
“Baby! That’ll get a man riled up.”
“I sure hope so.” She paused. “So, what’s up?”
“Besides me?” Derrick asked. “Hey, do you know anybody at the church named Reynolds, a Mrs. Reynolds?”
“What’s her first name?”
“Don’t know.”
“Can’t say I do, babe, but that doesn’t mean she’s not a member. Not like in the old days when we could do roll call from memory.”
Derrick smiled. “Not quite, huh.”
“What did she want?”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Reynolds.”
“Ooh, sorry, baby. Your voice is distracting.”
Vivian smiled.
Derrick could feel her smile through the phone. “She’s been harassing Angela all afternoon. When asked why she’s calling, she keeps saying it’s a personal matter, whatever that means.”
“Transfer her to my voice mail next time, baby,” Vivian said easily. “I’ll try and call her tomorrow.”
“Tried that. She wants to talk to me.”
Vivian understood. “Oh, one of those.”
“Looks like it.”
“Well, we have had a reprieve. Guess we couldn’t think it would last forever.”
“I was praying.”
“You just shouldn’t be so doggone fine, and intelligent, and sexy, and—”
“Stop it now. I’ve got a meeting in half an hour. You’re going to make me cancel and come home early.”
“It’s all right, baby,” Vivian said mischievously. “You can cum later.” Chuckling, she hung up the phone.
Derrick smiled as he lowered the receiver. Mrs. Reynolds was forgotten, replaced by thoughts of Mrs. Vivian Stanford Montgomery, and what he’d do to her later that night.
14
Compromising Situations
Frieda winked as the doorman held the door open for her. “Here to see Mrs. Taylor?” he asked politely.
“The way y’all have this place on lockdown, you know good and well that’s who I’m here to see,” she responded candidly, but with a smile.
“A pretty girl like you, I’d let you in anytime,” the older European man flirted.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she cooed sweetly, as he walked with her to unlock the penthouse elevator button. “Bye-bye,” she waved coyly as the doors closed.
“Ain’t nothin’ I want with an old ass man,” she said to the mirrored walls as the elevator went up. “Not unless he’s living in the villa, not working at the villa.” The nerve , she thought as she reached Hope’s floor.
“What are you frowning about?” Hope asked as she walked over to hug her cousin.
“Hope, you are glowing. That dick must be good!”
“Frieda!”
“Please, don’t be
“Pastor,” Angela beeped in again, “what should I tell Mrs. Reynolds? She’s called twice since the last time I told her you were in a meeting.”
Derrick’s brows creased. Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Reynolds …The name didn’t ring a bell. “Didn’t you transfer her to Vivian’s line?”
“I did, but she keeps calling back here.”
Derrick sighed. This kind of stuff came with the territory but he didn’t have to like it. “Thank you, Angela. I’m sorry that you’re being harassed. Tell her she must speak with an associate minister, or my wife’s office, end of story.”
Derrick leaned back, thinking. It had been a long time since he’d been harassed. It definitely wasn’t unusual, especially from strangers. While he didn’t have a regular television broadcast, like King, he was seen frequently on Trinity Broadcasting Network and provided video feeds at the church’s Web site. No telling who this Mrs. Reynolds was. And no telling what she wanted. The fact that she referred to herself as “Mrs.” didn’t dim his suspicions. Like he’d just told Cy, rings, and the vows they symbolized, didn’t mean a thing to some people.
He reached for the phone. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey,” Vivian said, surprised. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Hum, and what were you thinking?” Derrick asked in a sultry voice.
Vivian responded in an equally seductive manner. “You’ll find out later tonight.”
“Baby! That’ll get a man riled up.”
“I sure hope so.” She paused. “So, what’s up?”
“Besides me?” Derrick asked. “Hey, do you know anybody at the church named Reynolds, a Mrs. Reynolds?”
“What’s her first name?”
“Don’t know.”
“Can’t say I do, babe, but that doesn’t mean she’s not a member. Not like in the old days when we could do roll call from memory.”
Derrick smiled. “Not quite, huh.”
“What did she want?”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Reynolds.”
“Ooh, sorry, baby. Your voice is distracting.”
Vivian smiled.
Derrick could feel her smile through the phone. “She’s been harassing Angela all afternoon. When asked why she’s calling, she keeps saying it’s a personal matter, whatever that means.”
“Transfer her to my voice mail next time, baby,” Vivian said easily. “I’ll try and call her tomorrow.”
“Tried that. She wants to talk to me.”
Vivian understood. “Oh, one of those.”
“Looks like it.”
“Well, we have had a reprieve. Guess we couldn’t think it would last forever.”
“I was praying.”
“You just shouldn’t be so doggone fine, and intelligent, and sexy, and—”
“Stop it now. I’ve got a meeting in half an hour. You’re going to make me cancel and come home early.”
“It’s all right, baby,” Vivian said mischievously. “You can cum later.” Chuckling, she hung up the phone.
Derrick smiled as he lowered the receiver. Mrs. Reynolds was forgotten, replaced by thoughts of Mrs. Vivian Stanford Montgomery, and what he’d do to her later that night.
14
Compromising Situations
Frieda winked as the doorman held the door open for her. “Here to see Mrs. Taylor?” he asked politely.
“The way y’all have this place on lockdown, you know good and well that’s who I’m here to see,” she responded candidly, but with a smile.
“A pretty girl like you, I’d let you in anytime,” the older European man flirted.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she cooed sweetly, as he walked with her to unlock the penthouse elevator button. “Bye-bye,” she waved coyly as the doors closed.
“Ain’t nothin’ I want with an old ass man,” she said to the mirrored walls as the elevator went up. “Not unless he’s living in the villa, not working at the villa.” The nerve , she thought as she reached Hope’s floor.
“What are you frowning about?” Hope asked as she walked over to hug her cousin.
“Hope, you are glowing. That dick must be good!”
“Frieda!”
“Please, don’t be
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