Delilah made sure her hair looked a little disheveled. She blotted a wet towel to her eyes, and it smeared her mascara. The doorbell rang. “Perfect timing,” she said out loud, then answered the door. “Oh, Samson.” Delilah threw herself in his arms as soon as he walked in the door.
Samson held her up and led her to the sofa. “Let’s pray.” He reached for her hand.
Delilah watched Samson as he prayed for her mental healing. He was praying in vain because in Delilah’s opinion, she was perfectly sane. Samson released her hand, and she smiled to appease him. “Thank you. I feel better already,” Delilah sniffed.
“I have a friend who’s a doctor. I’ll call him tomorrow so he can maybe prescribe something for the anxiety you’ve been feeling lately.”
“I have some medicine. I just don’t like taking it because it increases my appetite, and I sure don’t need to gain any more weight.”
Samson didn’t agree or disagree verbally, but his eyes let her know that he didn’t think anything was wrong with her weight. She recalled the kiss from earlier. It took her all evening to devise the plan to get him to her house so they could finish where they’d left off. Now that he was here, she wouldn’t be satisfied until he gave her what she wanted.
“Samson, do you think it’s possible for a person to mean well, even if the end result turns out to be bad?”
“It depends. Can you elaborate?”
“I’m talking hypothetically.”
“You can have good intentions. It happens to me sometimes. We all make mistakes; we just can’t keep making the same ones.”
“Do you think our kiss earlier was a mistake?” Delilah licked her lips.
“It shouldn’t have happened.”
“That’s not what I asked you.”
“I could have used better judgment.”
“But I don’t see anything wrong with what happened. We were two people caught up in the moment.”
“That flies in the movies, Delilah, but in real life, no.”
Delilah’s hand found its way on top of Samson’s thigh. She rubbed it. She expected him to move it, but he didn’t. He swallowed out loud. “You seem a little tense,” she said.
“I have a lot on my mind.”
Delilah continued to rub his leg. “You can push my hand away. I won’t be mad.” She enjoyed teasing him.
He moved his leg. “It looks like you’re all right now, so I’ll be going.” He jumped up. Delilah stood up, blocking his path.
She placed her hand on his chest. “I have a confession to make. I sort of lied to get you over here.”
“These games need to stop.” Samson’s nostrils flared up.
“Don’t be mad. You were so tense earlier, I just wanted you to get out and have a good time.”
“I left my wife to come see about you.”
“And it means a lot to me.”
He placed his arm on her shoulders and attempted to nudge her to the side, but Delilah wouldn’t move. Delilah felt like it was now or never. She got on her tiptoes and plastered a kiss on Samson’s lips. At first he resisted, but before long he gave in and started kissing her back. “Where are your cameras?” Samson asked.
“I got rid of them,” Delilah responded.
Delilah led Samson to her bedroom and stripped for him. She smiled because, unlike with his wife, he didn’t need a little pill to perform, and Samson put on a performance. She should have felt guilty sleeping with a married man—her pastor at that—but she didn’t. She felt it was her duty as a member of the Pastor’s Aide committee to help out the first lady.
If Samson weren’t with her, he would find some other skank who would care only about the money, not the man. Yes, she was doing Samson, Julia, and Peaceful Rest a favor.
Moments later, Delilah watched Samson snore. He had been at her place for two hours. She didn’t want him to leave, but she knew waking him up and sending him back to Julia was the right thing to do—for now, that is. Soon, Samson would realize she was the woman he should be with and serve Julia with divorce papers.
“Baby, you need to wake up.” Delilah gently nudged Samson.
“Let me get one more hour,” Samson said as he turned and cuddled her.
“No, baby, you got to go now.”
When he came to his senses, he couldn’t get out of Delilah’s bed fast enough. “Lord, what have I done? I can’t believe I did this. Why didn’t you stop me?”
Delilah responded, “Because I wanted it just as much as you did.”
“This can’t happen again. Promise me, you won’t tell anyone.”
Delilah smiled. “It’ll be our little secret.”