Rosalind enjoyed being chauffeured home. If only her class would end later than Benedict’s on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, then she would have gotten a free ride home every afternoon. Benedict would always insist that they go for a snack, like a burger, or the Colonel’s chicken, or a sundae before he drove her to the Alexandra Market. Although she had on three occasions lamely tried to reject his invitations, Rosalind enjoyed those times with Benedict, especially having free meals and being chauffeured around. By this time, Mabeline had conveniently announced she had found someone new.
Benedict was not what she had expected. He was a gentleman. He knew how to make a girl relax, knew how to make a conversation entertaining, knew when to talk and when to listen, and knew how to constantly compliment her on her looks and intelligence.
During the five weeks that Rosalind got to know Benedict, all he had done was to molest her with his eyes.
He could look all he liked, as long as he did not touch her, which he had not. Except for those split-second brushes which did not account because they were definitely accidental.
Benedict checked his diary. Six weeks had passed. This one was like a fragile vase. She had to be handled delicately, otherwise, the relationship would smash to pieces. He did not want that. Not yet. At least not until he had had his fun.
And it was about time.
“What’s this for?” Rosalind asked, taking the stalk of red rose from Benedict.
“A beautiful rose for a beautiful lady,” Benedict cooed, shifting into first gear and driving off. “So how about going for a movie?”
“Okay.” Rosalind stared at the rose. It was beautiful. A beautiful rose for a beautiful lady. She beamed. Was she really that beautiful?
(This is an excerpt from one of Douglas Lee‘s earlier books, A Rose Has Thorns, which is no longer in print. )