Delilah stared in disbelief at her friend and then let out a nervous laugh.

"Stop pulling my leg!" She waved a hand, "I'm not meeting up with him."

"You are.." Bridget said, "Friday night.."

"But...why?" Delilah said, her voice shaking.

"Because we think you need....something like that.."

"Like that what?"

Millie smiled, "When's the last time you had sex, Delilah?"

Delilah frowned, "Well, it's been a while, but I don't want to pay for it! I most certainly don't want a man whipping me with,-"

"He's different.." Laura said, "From what I've heard."

"Different how?"

"He really caters to his women," Millie said, "Can't you just talk to him? What's the harm in it?"

"What's the harm in it? My dignity? My humiliation? My vagina?"

Laughter erupted from the other women who took pity on their beloved friend.

"You deserve to feel good," Bridget said, "I promise you he won't disappoint."

"But you haven't slept with him," Delilah reminded her, "Why do I want someone to dominate me when that's all that my ex did?!"

Delilah turned to walk away, but Laura stepped in front of her.

"If you talk to him and don't like it, we'll never bring it up again."

Delilah sighed, "Why is this so important to you all?"

Millie smiled, "Because you're important to us."

"This is ridiculous.." Delilah said as she and Millie took the kids to dinner, "I can't believe you did this."

Millie and Delilah were watching the kids hang out in the arcade area of the pizza parlor when Delilah still couldn't shake the fact that her friends had set her up with Donovan Dixon.

"It's just a meeting," Millie said, "We didn't pimp you out."

Delilah sighed, "What do I wear?"

"Maybe something pretty? Oh, your sundress! The blue one!"

"That's appropriate?"

"Well, unless you're ready to get naked with him."

"Millie!" Delilah giggled, "Is it true? Is he big?"

Millie laughed, "Are you worried about his size? I thought you were dead set on not having another man for years!"

"I meant a commitment.." Delilah whispered, "But I don't want to be a loose goose."

Millie shook her head, "Delilah, I don't know if you realize how hot you are, but Brett was a dumbass."

"I'm not,-"

"No, he's got that lie stuck in your head. When's the last time he pleased you?"

Delilah sighed, "I don't know. He felt good."

"That isn't what I asked. When's the last time he catered to your needs?"

"He said I didn't need to have an orgasm."

Millie stared at her, "Go on.."

"He said that what I got was enough and that foreplay was silly."

"Silly? Did he ever go down on you?"

"Yes..." Delilah nodded, "But it didn't feel good—he was sloppy."

"Did you ever.."

"I did and he told me that he just wanted to stick it in and not have me...you know.."

"Suck him off?"

"Millie!"

"It's OK to use big girl words like cock and pussy and blow jobs, babe.."

"Will Donovan make me do that?"

"He won't do anything you don't want to do."

As the pizza arrived and the kids joined them back at the table, Delilah wondered if meeting Donovan was the right thing to do.

It would take a whole lot of convincing before that Friday for her to finally agree.

"You won't ever see him again," Laura said, "Just talk to him. What's the harm?"

Delilah finally gave in and allowed Millie to help her with her hair.

"He thinks you're pretty either way," she told her friend.

"How do you know?"

"Because he literally said 'oh the pretty red-headed woman from the club'?"

"No, he didn't..."

"I swear on my father's urn!"

"Well, I'm nervous," Delilah said, "But that's why I wanted to meet him at my place. I know where everything is, the kids are with their uncle for a few hours, and I can be comfortable."

"We're only a phone call away," Millie said as Laura and Bridget grabbed their purses to go, "Call me if things get weird or just kick the bastard out."

"Easy for you to say," Delilah smiled, "Have you seen how big he is?"

"If only..." Bridget quipped as the three took their leave.

Delilah paced her rooms, tidying up and lighting candles. She lit some soft incense and put on some music, then opted out of the music because she felt like she was setting the mood.

"Maybe the weather channel would work.."

So, the weather channel played softly on the television in the living room as a car pulled up. A nice, sleek, red Lamborghini.

"Oh...my goodness..."

When he got out of the car, Donovan was wearing a blue blazer and black slacks, his hair was slicked pack and he had a little stubble. The gray V-Neck shirt was so tight she could see his pecks and they were prominent.

Her legs began to quiver.

"Calm down...Delilah.."

Delilah stood back from the door and then rushed to the other room. Maybe if it took her a minute to answer the door, she wouldn't look so overeager.

The doorbell rang and she tiptoed towards the door, peaking out of the peep hole.

"He brought me flowers?"

She opened the door and smiled, "H-hi.."

"Hello, Miss Rivers," Donovan said, "These are for you."

"Oh, thank you," Delilah said, taking the small bouquet of daisies, "I love them, but you didn't have to."

"It's my pleasure," Donovan said, smiling back at her.

"Oh! Where are my manners?! Please, come in.." Delilah moved out of the way to make room for the very large, very sexy man who'd just brushed against her with his fingers, accidentally caressing her arm.

He turned around and grinned, "So, shall we get started?"