On the Way to Heaven (BWWM Romance) Read Online Free PDF

“It’s just not allowed.”
         “I don’t believe this. Is Daniela trying to
torture me? Why put me around this hunk, who is obviously attracted to me, if I
can’t explore that?”
         Lorraine waved her finger. “You need to
keep your mind on the task, and not on Neil.”
         “But he wants me.” Trina tugged on her
dress.
         “I’m sure you thought every man wanted you
when you were alive.”
         “This man wants me, Lorraine.” Trina leaned
to the side. “Have you seen how he looks at me? Even dressed like this, the man
can hardly control himself. When we shook hands, I felt the heat.”
         “Then un-feel the heat, because there’s no
negotiations for this rule. You can be Neil’s friend and comfort him. You can
even touch him.” Lorraine counted on her fingers. “But no kissing, no cuddling,
no romantic dinners, no seduction, no groping, none of that.”
         “But this isn’t fair!” Trina stomped her
feet like a child. “Why not just give me someone bald and fat, then? Putting
Neil in front of me, is like dangling an antelope in front of a lion that
hasn’t eaten in ten months. You realize how long it’s been since I had some
even before I died?”
         “I feel you, girl.” Roxy stood. “I don’t
like the rule either. I’m glad I’m not in your shoes. I wouldn’t be able to
control myself around that big bowl of sexiness. I can barely control myself
now.” He laughed.
         “This is serious, Trina,” Lorraine said.
“You can have your sexual thoughts and desires. You can’t control that, but you
can control what you do. If you break this rule, you’ll automatically go to
Hell.”
         “Shit.” Trina smacked her lips. “Not being
able to do anything with Neil is hell.”

 
 
    CHAPTER
SIX

 
         Trina stirred the cream of mushroom gravy
on the stove.
         Violet peeked in and moved when Trina
glanced at the door. She reappeared, grinning.
         “What are you up to, little girl?” Trina
turned the flame up under the gravy.
         “Nothing.” Violet walked in, swinging her
arms. “ What’cha making?”
         “Gravy.”
         Violet stood beside her. “What for?”
         “For the turkey necks.” Trina gestured to
the huge pot boiling on the back burner. “I’m gonna put them in this gravy and
put them in the oven.”
         “Smothered turkey necks?” Violet beamed.
“Daddy loves turkey necks.”
         “I figured.” Trina stirred. “He has about
ten packs in the deep freezer.”
         “It smells good.” Violet got on her tiptoes
and leaned to look at the gravy. “Do you like my daddy?”
         “I don’t know him that well.” Trina checked
the necks. “But he seems nice. Why?”
         Violet shrugged.
         “Anything I should know about your dad that
will help me get along with him? You’ll let me know, right?”
         Violet swept her thin ponytail over her
shoulder. “Uh-huh. You wanna play with me?”
         “I can’t right now, but maybe after
dinner.” Trina wiped her hands on the apron. “Your daddy goes out a lot, you
said?” She turned the oven on.
         “To the bar with his friends.” Violet
twirled in a circle.
         “Does he just have male friends?”
         Violet stopped twirling and stared at
Trina.
         “Does he have any female friends?” Trina
turned the gravy to simmer. “Like a woman he always hangs around?”
         “You mean a girlfriend?” Violet slapped her
hands over her face. “Marisa.” She giggled.
         “Marisa?” Trina sucked her lip. “So this
Marisa and your daddy are very close?”
         “Uh-huh.” Violet scratched her head. “She
was Mommy’s friend.”
         “Oh, she was your mother’s friend?” Trina
turned toward the stove. “Now, she’s trying to get it on with your father,” she
muttered.
         “Don’t go there,”