Deborah Fletcher Mello - Seduced by a Stallion

Katrina blew a deep sigh as she dropped down onto the side of her king-size bed. Kicking off her black pumps, she stretched her legs outward, twisting her ankles in small circles, her hands pressed tight against her upper thighs.

As she reflected back on her day with Matthew Stallion, she couldn’t help but think that this might be as good a time as any for her to have a new beginning, something of a fresh start in her life. It would be only a few short years before Collin headed off on his own, and then she would have nothing else to do but think about herself. Would it hurt to start preparing early?

It had been aeons since she’d given any thought to her own needs and desires, every ounce of herself devoted to her son and her career. The prospect of a new relationship with a man who found her desirable was suddenly intriguing. Until that afternoon, having a partner, a companion, a lover and a new best friend all rolled up into one sexy chocolate treat had seemed as far from reality as the complete obliteration of racism, sexism and every other ism that might exist. But Matthew had awakened an inner wanting that she had not allowed herself to have since forever.

A new beginning… Katrina couldn’t refrain from imagining the possibilities. Lying back against the bed, she rolled over onto her side and pulled her knees to her chest, her body curling into a fetal position. Minutes later she was sound asleep, thoughts of her and that man spiraling through her dreams.

Chapter 6

The woman seated across the table from Matthew was chattering on and on as he sat nodding his head, fighting not to let his disinterest show on his face. He eyed the woman nonchalantly as he struggled to remember her name. It was Brenda or Linda or something like that, he thought to himself. He couldn’t believe he’d actually forgotten the poor woman’s name!

Matthew sighed, warm air blowing past his full lips, as she continued talking about nothing of any real importance. He might have managed to enjoy the date if he were able to think clearly, but after his day with Collin and Katrina, very little seemed clear anymore.

He closed his eyes for a split second, his head still waving up and down as he feigned interest. His focus, though, was elsewhere, his thoughts still lingering over the time he’d spent with Katrina and her son over the weekend.

Katrina had finally relaxed at brunch, seeming less tense as they’d eased into the comfortable setting and casual atmosphere. The conversation had been easy, calming any anxiety any of them might have been feeling. Collin had been disinterested, more concerned with the lasagna on his plate than anything else.

Matthew and Katrina had chatted easily, the exchange of conversation revolving around their respective careers and mutual interest in law and order. He had asked question after question, wanting to learn anything and everything he could about her. He was intrigued to discover that she had graduated from his alma mater, Harvard University, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. She’d been just as fascinated to learn that he’d walked the same hallowed halls just a few short years before her.

He’d been duly impressed to discover that she’d earned her undergraduate degree, her law degree, and had risen quickly through the judicial ranks to become a trial judge, while balancing the responsibilities of being a single parent. At the age of thirty-three she had much to be proud of. Her career had progressed quickly, her impressive legal acumen boosted not only by her acute intelligence but also her compassionate spirit. Her energy had shown in her eyes, her enthusiasm for what she did and how she did it clearly evident. Matthew had found himself hanging on to every word out of her mouth.

She’d referred to her late husband in passing. When Collin had jumped from his seat, rushing to the men’s room at the mention of his father, Katrina had apologized profusely for his behavior. It was then that she told him she had married quite young, becoming a wife and mother before her nineteenth birthday.

“I don’t regret any of it,” she’d said softly. “Jackson and I grew up together. We’d loved each other since the third grade. At the time it only made sense for us to get married when we did. We graduated, went to the justice of the peace the very next morning, and nine months later Collin was born.

“Jackson went into the military so that we could both go to school and take care of our son. I loved my husband very much and Collin is my life. But I definitely advise young women today to take their time before making such grown-up decisions. I had to make a lot of sacrifices to accomplish all that I have. Had I done things differently, it wouldn’t have been half as hard. I was blessed to have my family’s support the way I did.”

Matthew nodded his head in understanding.

When Collin finally returned to the table, he attracted the interest of the young woman waitressing the table. She was especially attentive to their needs as she tried to engage him in conversation. Katrina shook her head from side to side, her eyes rolling skyward.

“These girls all think he’s older than he is,” she said as the waitress, a young woman named Brielle, rushed to bring them another order of baked bread.

Collin grinned. “Don’t hate the player. Hate the game!” he gushed with a loud chuckle.

Katrina only shook her head with amusement. Matthew laughed warmly. When the young woman returned to refill their drink glasses, he couldn’t keep from asking her a question.

“How old do you think he is?” he asked, his gaze moving from Collin to the young woman and back. He gave Collin a wide smile and Collin actually smiled back.

“Nineteen. Twenty, maybe.”

Collin laughed, his excitement evident on his face. “Yeah, that’s right!” he exclaimed, winking an eye at Matthew.

Katrina’s head still waved from side to side. “No, that’s wrong. He’s only fifteen, and it’ll be another ten months before he turns sixteen.”

Brielle’s eyes widened with shock. “Fifteen? You’re barely in high school,” she gushed.

Collin tossed his mother a look of annoyance before answering. “I’m a freshman, but age is just a number. I’m a very mature fifteen-year-old.”

Matthew laughed. “Very,” he said teasingly. He turned to Brielle. “And how old are you?”

“Nineteen,” she answered.

“Sounds like you two would make good friends someday,” Matthew noted.

“Someday?” Collin repeated.

Brielle giggled. “Sure, young buddy. We can be friends!”

“So, I can call you?” Collin asked eagerly.

Brielle tossed Katrina a quick look before responding.

Collin’s mother shrugged her shoulders, amusement still painting her expression. “He’s allowed to talk to his friends on the telephone. When he’s not on punishment, that is.”

“Mom!”

The group laughed warmly. A smile hung on Matthew’s face as he replayed each detail of their afternoon together over and over again in his mind. His name being called suddenly reminded him of where he was and who he was with.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?” Matthew asked the woman seated opposite him. The Barbie-doll smile plastered on the anxious woman’s face was hardly engaging, and Matthew couldn’t help but note that she wore way too much makeup for his liking. He was suddenly having trouble remembering what it was that had attracted him to her in the first place, moving him to ask her out.

The woman with the bright smile leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she cupped her palms beneath her chin. She flipped her shoulder-length bob from side to side. “I was asking if something was the matter. You seem distracted this evening.”

He smiled. “I apologize. I guess I’m a little tired. I’ve had a long day.”