Brad was amazing. Attentative, tender, rough - just awesome! But it was just one night. Yes, according to his business card, he lives in the same city as me, but I'm a realist. What a man does on a business trip is not what he does at home.
Even if by some fluke he did want to see me again, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him. I didn't think too much that night, but I've thought a lot about it now. Do I really want to date a white guy? Do we have anything in common? Would he want to be seen with a black girl? I've never had to deal with these questions and I honestly don't have any answers.
Oh well. It's been a week. I'm pretty sure he's forgotten all about me, but I'll never forget him. Now who the hell is banging on my door?
A BWWM first love interracial romance. Book 2 of 3 in an erotic short story series. Best if read in order.