Leanne Alistair woke up in her beautiful apartment in Kanata, Ontario, and smiled. For the first time in ages she felt truly happy. The petite, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, fortysomething beauty gazed at the young man who lay next to her. Esteban Voltaire was still asleep. The big and tall, dark-skinned Afro-Caribbean stud from the Dominican Republic hugged his pillow, sleeping peacefully. Leanne got up and looked out the window. Outside, the sky was gunmetal gray, which wasn't unusual for September in the Capital, though today, the weather was mercifully dry.
Leanne went to the kitchen and brewed some coffee, and smiled as she sat at the table and recalled the events of the night before. Hmmm. Last night had been GOOD. Who would have thought that the tall, burly Afro-Caribbean young man she met at work would turn out to be just what she needed? Of course he'd been reluctant, his Christian upbringing and gentlemanly nature prevented him from putting the moves on her even though she often intruded in his thoughts. That's why the shy divorcee put the moves on her ruggedly handsome younger male friend, and the results were nothing shy of spectacular.
At first, Esteban had been quite surprised and resistant to Leanne's advances, but she persisted. That's why she cleverly invited him over to her house, under the pretext of needing his help moving furniture around. To entice the helpful but innocent young man, she promised him some pizza and some rare books ( he's really into antique novels ). Well, once he got there they moved some furniture around, that's for damn sure. Leanne, the shy, vulnerable and demure, fragile-looking woman who seemed to constantly need rescuing from bad guys and lousy situations turned into a sex kitten, and Esteban was oh so pleasantly surprised with the results.