Chapter 48 Tortured Bliss

Last night was torture as she ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted. She lay spread over my body in nothing but pink lace, but yet all there was is an empty space that is only meant for her. Cassandra Cummings has been my undoing in more than one way.
So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for her to show up for her shift at the club. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me again. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms once more. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.
Then I see her as she steps out of the dressing room, she is wearing a leopard-print dress with…she is not wearing her red stilettos. Why is she not wearing her red stilettos? Should I be bothered? Should I even be looking at her in such a way?