Donovan landed in Dubai and immediately messaged his children and Melanie.

A limo awaited them as he and Curtis were escorted from the plane and onto the tarmac.

"These Dubai ladies are sexy," Gerald said, "Last time, -"

Curtis cut him off, "Don's got a woman, G."

Gerald shrugged, "I don't."

"That's because you're a womanizer."

"Meh.."

Donovan didn't even realize he'd gotten into the car by himself and was already heading out. He was calling his woman while his colleagues took the next limo to give him privacy.

He knew that Delilah would be at work, but he didn't care. He had to hear her sweet voice.

"Hey there!" Delilah answered, chipper as ever, "I'm guessing you landed safely?"

He felt like a pubescent teenager making a phone call to a girl for the first time.

He pictured her making her way behind the counter at the shop, leaning up against it and twirling her hair.

That's exactly what Delilah was doing.

"Yes, we landed a few minutes ago. I didn't mean to disturb you if I did, my queen."

"You didn't, Donnie. I've been sitting on top of my phone waiting for your call."

"What else have you been doing?"

"Since last night?" Delilah giggled,"I slept, I ate, I took the kids to my sister's house, I.. thought about you... me... us..."

Donovan smiled,"And what crossed your mind when you thinking about us?"

Delilah blushed, taking one look at Millie and Jessica and hurried to the backroom.

"I thought about you holding me, kissing me and caressing every part of my body.." Delilah told him,"I felt you inside of me.."

"Did you do anything to help with those naughty thoughts?"

Delilah leaned up against a wall and closed her eyes.

"Yes..." she admitted, "I couldn't help it."

"Did you use your fingers or something else?"

"Yes.."

Donovan chuckled, "So, both?"

"Yes..." Delilah felt herself heating up. Her core getting wetter, her body needing to feel him,"I used both, but it didn't compare to you, Donnie. Nothing ever could."

Donovan placed a hand over his hard cock, begging to burst free from his slacks.

"I wish you weren't at work," he said,"I'll be at the hotel soon."

"What's going to happen when I get off of work?"

"Everything I can think of.."

Delilah groaned, "I can't believe I have to go around clenching my thighs all day."

"Do you still feel me in you?"

"Yes, I do..." Delilah said, "It's the most delicious feeling ever."

Donovan stared at the window at the passing cars and buildings, wishing he was back in Massachusetts to do exactly what he needed to do to his queen.

"You'll be my naughty girl even though we're miles apart?"

"I will.. always.."

"That's my queen.. I plan on making you come so many times even without me being there.."

"I feel like I could do that now!" Delilah whined, almost throwing a cute, little tantrum in her shop, "When will you be back?"

Donovan straightened out and closed his eyes, "Bryce has a birthday in July. I'm flying in for a few days."

"Doesn't seem too far away, but then again it does."

Donovan agreed, "It's going to feel like an eternity to me, Del."

He thought about what Curtis said and how he felt even thinking about Delilah, but he had to brush those feelings off for now.

They scared him.

"I've got to go for now, Del. Will you be alright?"

Delilah gathered herself and settled down at one of the sewing machines.

"I'll keep myself busy," Delilah told him, "Don't you worry about me. Apparently, I have all of the Dixon men on my team."

"That you do, my queen," Donovan smiled as the limo pulled up to the hotel, "I must go, unfortunately, but I want to see you."

"What's the time over there?"

"5..." Donovan frowned at their nine hour time difference, "I don't want you to worry about my time. You call me the minute you have a chance."

Delilah smiled,"Is that an order?"

"It is."

"Then I guess I'd better do it or I'll get punished..."

"You'll get what I give you either way, queen.."

"You need to stop. I have customers," Delilah laughed, but she was so incredibly ready to take whatever Donovan had to offer.

She wanted him for a lifetime and that terrified her.

"Talk soon, Delilah," Donovan said as he exited the limo, "Call or text me whenever you'd like."

He looked down at his briefcase and smiled.

He already bought hundreds of postcards to send to her.

Donovan didn't even realize that Delilah had already started writing to him, as well.

"I'll email the hotel information, too," Donovan said as we watched Pate hustle through the hotel lobby to greet him.

Delilah looked up from her sewing machine to see Millie rolling her eyes and pointing towards the front.

"Miranda..." she mouthed.

"I'll take a look at it," Delilah said, "I miss you, Donnie."

"Not as much as I miss you."

As the call ended, Delilah slowly crept towards the door.

"More dresses?"

Millie shrugged, "Says she wants to try more on. We might as well let her know about the last time."

Delilah shook her head,"No, let's see how this plays out. I see Marion is here, too..."

Millie scowled,"I've never liked her, either. I think, -"

"Can we please get some damn service around here?!" Marion hollered,"We have an appointment."

Delilah closed her eyes tightly and thought of Donovan, her children, and everything else that made her happy.

Millie didn't hide her hatred for the two women, but Delilah stepped out of the room with a broad smile on her face.

The look in Miranda's eyes was definitely a warning.

A storm was brewing in Salem.