Chapter 19

“One Saturday, I saw you on the field, jogging toward the gym…”

She paused as memories of the previous week in her erotica writing class rushed through her head. She couldn’t believe she had selected that particular scene from her first Confessionsbook to read to the students, considering the real-life incident that had inspired her to write it. Or rather, the “who.” And now, after an evening of finally making beautiful love with the man to whom she had dedicated that book, the man who had unwittingly played a part in her literary success, she would finally offer her own confession.

But what would Vince think of her? How would he feel knowing she had taken a rather innocent event from her past concerning him, expanded on it in crude and licentious detail, and had made a fortune penning all the fantasies she’d had about him through the years?

She supposed she would find out soon enough. She had gone this far, and meant to finish.

“And I followed you, Vince…into the locker room.”