Was up from 11 at night to 3 in the am writing the last 6 and a half chapters of my 2nd book, Dark Paradise: What's Lost in the Dark. Stuck at work now til 9 tonight. Oh, did I forget to mention that I had to get up at 6 in the am to get my little precious one ready for school, and then head out to work at 9. I just want my bed now.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
I need a bed! Now
Friday, March 22, 2013
Dark Paradise: Lured In (Full Chapter)
I woke up around eleven the next morning. My mom had called to tell me that Gabe had picked Gabi up and would drop her back off on Sunday night.
“OK, Mom,” I said, lightly grunting at my body aches.
“What’s the matter, Abi? Is it something I can help you with?”
“No, just hung over. I think I enjoyed myself too much last night.”
“Well, I love to hear that you enjoyed yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
I hung up the phone and headed straight to the bathroom to take a bath. I started a hot bath. While I was in the bath, Carmen called to check in on me. I assured her that I was fine and would see her later.
After I got out of the bath, I decided to check the messages and calls I had ignored last night. A number that I didn’t recognize had called me more than fifteen times between late last night and early that day. I listened to the first message and was very surprised to hear Zach’s voice. I’m going to kill Carmen for giving him my damn number!
Around 12:30 p.m. my doorbell rang. I put on my short robe to cover my skimpy lace garments and opened the door. It was Mr. Bill, the concierge. He had come up to hand deliver flowers to me.
“For you, Ms. Winterfield,” he said, smiling.
I looked at Mr. Bill with narrowed eyes before accepting the flowers. “Thank you, Mr. Bill.”
I closed the door, placed the enormous arrangement of the multicolored calla lilies on the floor by the front of the foyer door and read the handwritten note.
Abigail Marie Winterfield,
I’m so sorry about last night. Please, please allow me to explain and make it up to you.
Z. (Mr. Sexy)
P.S. Please turn me over.
On the back were Zach’s cell, home, and office phone numbers and his e-mail addresses.
How the hell does he know where I live? Carmen!
I dropped the note on the floor and went about my business.
Carmen called later and said she was in the lobby. I keyed in the security code in the phone so she could enter the elevator to come up. I let Carmen in and she immediately noticed the over-the-top flower arrangement.
“From who?” she asked, pointing to the flowers.
I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and took a deep breath. “Zach,” I said, twisting my lips and rolling my eyes again. “You know, the one you gave my number and address to last night.”
“I didn’t give Zach your number or address. What the hell are you talking about?”
“I checked my messages earlier, and Zach had left several messages. And then Mr. Bill delivered those flowers with that handwritten note from Zach.” I pointed out the note on the floor.
“I didn’t give it to him. And how are you, too, Ms. Cranky?”
I walked to the sofa and sat down, and Carmen bent down to pick up the note. She read the first couple of words and turned to me, smiling. She sat down on the sofa beside me and read it aloud.
“Wow! Damn, Abi. All the numbers and the e-mail addresses. I wonder if the philanderer does this to all of the women he upsets on the first date?”
“It wasn’t a date, Carmen. And he told you I called him that?”
“Yes, right after you left.”
“It’s the truth.”
“That girl doesn’t mean anything to him. As a matter of fact, Abi, last night was the first time he saw or heard from her in more than two years.”
“I don’t care about him or her, Carmen. Can we drop the subject, please?”
“Holy shit! He got to you, didn’t he?”
“No!” I said loudly. He had managed to penetrate the security I’d built around me.
“Yes, he did. Abi, those feelings yesterday are a bit deeper than him turning you on. He cracked the safe and stole your heart. Love at first sight?”
I looked at Carmen with my leave-it-the-fuck-alone eyes. Her gaze was steady as she looked back at me.
“OK, Abi. I’ll drop it, for now. But call him at one of the numbers. Hell, even e-mail him.”
We laughed, and I began to cheer up.
“So you and Matt seemed pretty intense last night.”
Carmen smiled and her face lit up. “Oh, Abi. I confess. I’m still in love with him.”
“And he is very much still in love with you.”
Carmen closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and smiled. This was the Carmen I knew, always happy and smiling. When she and Matt had called it quits, she was devastated and entered a depressive funk. Even after she moved on and started dating other guys, she constantly compared them to Matt.
“I think you should tell Matt how you feel,” I suggested.
“I will. As soon as you tell Zach.”
“I don’t know Zach at all, and I have nothing to tell him. You know Matt very well, enough to share everything with him. Huge difference.”
“You’re right, Abi. But still, if Zach makes you smile, grin, blush, or whatever he did last night, then he’s worth reaching out to. Don’t you think?”
She handed me Zach’s note and said, “It’s time for you to be happy. Call him, Abi.”
I shook my phone at her, and she looked at me like I was crazy.
“His number,” I said, reminding her of how many goddamn times he had called me since the prior night.
“Oh, yeah! So all you have to do is add it to your list of contacts, and add the rest of the numbers and e-mails as well.”
“I don’t think so,” I said. I was about to delete his number from my phone when Carmen snatched the phone from me, jumped off the sofa with the note, and ran to the front door to buy her time to store his info in my phone. When she opened the door to run out into the hall, my heart stopped.
Holy fuck. He’s here. How? Why?
Zach stood at my door, looking mighty fine with a plain white T-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and black flip-flops. His arms were nice and sculpted—not too much, not too little, but just right. If I weren’t so damn upset, and didn’t know for sure if the girl from the night before was his past or present, I would have been tempted to lay a slow, passionate, juicy kiss on him. But instead I went charging for him.
“What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live? And how did you get my number?”
Carmen was just as surprised as I was. But that didn’t stop her from smiling like some prayer of hers had been answered.
“Don’t leave the man in the hall, Abi. Invite him in.” Carmen pushed me out of the way and motioned for Zach to come in. He entered and greeted her.
“Nice to see you again, Carmen. How’s Matt?”
“Matt’s fine. And I am very happy to see you again. Aren’t we, Abi?”
“Speak for yourself,” I said. To Zach, I said, “You didn’t answer my questions.”
Before I could get another word out, Carmen put her hands over my mouth, looked at me, and said, “Happiness. Remember?”
She handed me back my cell phone and grabbed her handbag to leave.
“Carmen, where are you going?” I asked.
“I’m going to Matt’s to hold up my end of our agreement,” she replied, motioning her left index finger back and forward between the two of us, referring to the conversation we had had just a while ago.
“You made a pact, not me,” I told her.
Zach looked at her and said, “Carmen, you don’t have to leave. I didn’t mean to intrude.” He looked at me and continued, “I just wanted to come and give something to Abigail. But I guess I will have to wait another time to taste your lips.”
“What did you just say?” I asked, surprised.
He looked extremely passionate when he began to lick his lips. I opened my mouth in awe and heat, mainly heat, and he put his finger over my lips.
“Next time. Whenever you’re ready to talk.”
“You two need to talk now,” Carmen said. “Oh, and Zach, the flowers, the handwritten note; I approve. Just keep her happy.”
Zach smiled and nodded his head, and Carmen kissed my cheeks and turned to the door to leave.
“Call me, Carmen. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Be happy.”
Carmen turned to Zach, tilted her head sideways, pointed her left index finger at him, and said, “I trust I can totally leave you here with her and she will be safe?”
Zach looked at me. “Abigail will be fine. If at any time she asks me to leave, I will, without hesitation.”
“You got that, Abi? Now talk to the man you say makes your body tingle, and sing, and heat up, and melt, and purr, and—”
“Carmen!” I yelled out loudly.
“What? I’m just trying to help break the ice and give both of you something to talk about. It’s not like it’s a lie. Is it, Abi? Bye. Be happy.”
Carmen turned quickly on her heels and was gone.
As soon as I turned to face Zach after locking my door, he kissed me. He put both his hands upon my face, and we devoured each other’s tongues, slowly, passionately, and unhurried. It was just as I had imagined before I charged at him. I pushed him away, and he put his hands around my waist. He pushed me back to the door with his body, put his forehead and nose against mine, and sighed deeply.
“Abigail Marie Winterfield, what the hell are you doing to me?”
“Me? What about you? What are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know, and whatever it is, I sure don’t want it to stop.”
There was undeniable sexual tension, chemistry, or whatever else you want to call it between Zach and me. This man had my blood boiling, and I was boiling hard. We kissed again until he pulled away from me and stared into my eyes. He looked me up and down, smiled, and pulled me close to him.
Is it wrong or even possible to have such strong feeling for a total stranger? No, it’s not wrong. And yes, it is possible. Several people, for many, many years, had fallen in love with the man or woman of their dreams when they first laid eyes on each other. Could this possibly be one of those cliché love-at-first-sight stories? Maybe. Or is this just lust at first sight? Possibly…it has been about three and a half years since I last had a piece. Whatever it is, it has me on cloud nine, and I damn sure don’t want to come down.
“I’m sorry for last night. I had no idea that she would show up there, or anywhere near me, as a matter of fact,” Zach said.
“Who is she?”
“Someone from my past.”
“What did she want with you?”
“She wanted to know who you were and—”
“And what?”
“It’s nothing, Abi.”
Red flag! He’s hiding something big. Does she have something on him? Is he a sex-crazed psycho? Why the hell won’t he tell me? Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know you. Duh!
I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Is it something I should be alarmed about?”
“No, Abi. It’s nothing. Trust me.”
“How could I? I don’t know you. And it’s hard for me to trust anyone. Sorry.”
He kissed me and asked if we could sit and get to know each other. We walked over to the sofa and sat. Looking at the flower arrangement on the floor, he asked, “What, you didn’t like them?” He looked disappointed.
“They’re fine. Actually my favorites.”
“So why are they on the floor?”
I exhaled loudly, and he looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed.
“She is nothing to me. And for the record, you can’t wreck a home if there’s none to wreck. I’m sorry you thought you were being a homewrecker last night.”
“I didn’t know that before.”
“Now you know,” he replied, motioning his head to the flowers.
“Fine. I’ll pick them up and put them on the table if it pleases you.”
“Thank you. I put my heart into that arrangement.” That made me smile.
I bent down and picked up the flowers. “There. Happy?” I turned and asked.
He was smiling from ear to ear and had a twinkle in his eyes, and at that moment, I realized that my robe had ridden up in the back. I didn’t have on any clothes.
Oh shit! I totally forgot I didn’t have on any clothes to have bent over like that. He just saw my body, my ass. Oh fuck!
I had thrown on a ZAM’s nude stretch lace cheeky romper with a deep V-neck after my bath and then a short robe to open the door for Mr. Bill. I bolted from the foyer door and up the wide spiral staircase to my bedroom. I took off the robe and racy romper and put on my white lace cheeky panties and bra set, a pair of blue jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. I took a deep breath at the top of the stairs and went back down.
Zach was still sitting on the sofa, and when he saw me, his smile widened again.
“I like the first outfit better,” he said.
“I bet you do.” I smiled back and sat on the sofa.
“Were you a track star in school?” he asked, laughing his ass off, which made me laugh.
All the laughing allowed me to lower my guard and feel more relaxed.
“That is so not funny,” I said after we had stopped laughing.
“Oh, it’s funny as hell. You should’ve seen your face. It was like, ‘Oh shit, my ass is in the air’.” He really made me laugh when he imitated my facial expression.
“Enough laughing at me,” I said, pouting.
He kissed my pouty lips. “Better now? You know, you really didn’t have to change. I enjoyed the view when Carmen opened the door and you came charging at me. You were like a sexy little lioness. And me likey.” I blushed and shook my head.
Likely sensing that my guard was down, Zach asked, “Why is it hard for you to trust people, Abigail?”
“Wow! Straight to the point, huh?”
“I need to know so I don’t do anything to lose the little trust you have in me.”
“Who said I trusted you? How did you allow yourself to come to that conclusion?”
“If you didn’t, you would have asked me to leave a long time ago, and you wouldn’t have kissed me like that.”
“True. It’s hard. Really, really hard,” I said, referring to trusting.
“Tell me, Abigail. I have all day. I don’t mind listening.”
“I really don’t like talking about it. So I would appreciate it if you respect that.”
“OK. Sorry about that. But one day I hope you will trust me enough to share what’s bothering you.” He was soft and calm while reaching out and holding my hand.
“Thank you,” I said. “Are you a stalker?”
“Whoa. Where did that come from?”
“You.”
“From me?”
“Yes. I never gave you my cell number, and you called me over fifteen times and left messages. I never gave you my address, and you sent flowers and then showed up here. Care to explain that? ‘Cause from where I sit, that shit is very stalkerish.”
“Abi. I have my ways of finding out information.”
“Stalker,” I blurted out jokingly.
“No, Abi. I am not a stalker. But I did utilize my resources and took full advantage of the private information of yours that I have access to. And no, I am not sorry for abusing your privacy rights or whatever you want to call it.” He looked me square in my eyes and didn’t blink. No remorse, no nothing.
Another red flag? He’s unapologetic about invading my privacy. And while you’re at it, red flag yourself for not being concerned about this predator who’s roaming freely with no respect for your privacy.
“What resources do you have that give you access to my privacy?”
“Me, Abigail. I’m my own resource. Next question, please.” His tone was controlling and demanding, but he kissed my lips to pacify me.
“Why are you here? What do you want from me?”
“I came to apologize and to get to know you.”
“Know me how?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.
“However you want me to know you, Abigail. But I prefer to know all there is to Abigail Marie Winterfield. Her likes, her dislikes, favorite color, music, food…you know.”
He is really dark. The way he talks, the way he moves; even his eyes are dark. And why haven’t my past experiences put those infamous brick and metal walls between the two of us? What the hell is up with that? Why do I feel so at ease, so natural with him?
“Who are you? My past isn’t all roses and sunlight, so I can tell that you are a dark person. I don’t need you to confirm or deny it.”
“I’m Zach Austin McConnallay,” he replied, puzzled.
“No. Who are you? I don’t know you at all, but I know that I’m a different person when I’m near you. I’m relaxed, free, and more curious about you than I am concerned. Why you? What is it about you? And why are you so damn controlling and domineering…commanding?”
“Controlling? Domineering? Commanding? How’d you gather that?”
“I told you, I’ve learned from my past experiences. Am I right?”
He took a deep breath and asked, “Would you rather have me tell you what you want to hear or what you say you already know?”
Fuck! My smart-ass mouth wasn’t ready for that kind of response. I am definitely playing with fire. Molten lava sounds more like it. Play with fire, Abigail, and your ass will get burned.
“I take it that you weren’t expecting me to respond like that?”
Damn! Now he’s even reading my mind? Should I wave the all-too-familiar red flag and forget about him altogether? Or wave the white flag and surrender to the nirvana of these new feelings that I experience only around him? I am so out of my element right now. And I’m too fragile to play with fire or get close to an unpredictable volcano. Hell, as a Scorpio I am just as volcanic.
“No, I wasn’t,” I finally replied.
“You pondered that question for a while. Out of curiosity, if I was to give you a red flag and a white flag, which would you prefer?”
I gasped loudly and jumped up. He got up behind me and asked what the matter was.
“Nothing. I need something to drink.”
“So we’ll come back to the questions later?”
“Please!” I replied almost immediately.
I went to the kitchen to get a cup of water and offer Zach a drink. He asked for wine.
“Red or white?” I asked. I immediately laughed out loud, which made him look at me bemusedly.
“Yet another red or white option,” I said.
“I don’t get it, Abi.”
I walked over to the bar and explained to him that I had internally asked myself if I wanted to raise a red flag or a white flag. And, almost instantly, he’d asked me the same thing out loud, just as the thought had left my mind.
“So that’s why you jumped up like that,” he said with relief. “White,” he finally said, coming over to the bar. “And which option have you opted for?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
I sighed deeply and broke away from his grip. He took the bottle of white wine from me and opened it with the corkscrew that I pulled from behind the bar. I grabbed two glasses and sat them on the bar. He smiled and said, “Then white it is,” and began filling our glasses.
We went through a bottle of white wine and two Perfect Angel shots each while we talked. In the middle of our conversation, his phone rang, and he looked down to see the number on the caller ID. He looked back up at me and said, “It’s her.”
“Her who?”
“Taylor. The girl from last night.”
I grabbed his phone and put it on speaker, and he answered, “What is it, Taylor?”
“Hey, Zach,” Taylor said.
“No. It’s Abigail. What do you want with him?”
She paused for a while, probably in shock that I was on the other end.
“I called for Zach, so why are you answering his phone like you’re his secretary or something?” she finally asked.
“I am well aware that you called for Zach, but you got me instead. Can I help you with something, Taylor?”
“Put Zach on the phone.”
“That’s not going to happen. But you are more than welcome to talk to me.”
“Put Zach on the phone,” she said again, this time yelling.
“OK,” I said.
Now maybe it was all the wine and shots I had drank that made me jokingly straddle Zach and kiss him so that Taylor could hear through the phone, but things got heated, really fast, between us, and that silly joke turned into something special that I wasn’t expecting. I felt him get hard beneath me, and I moaned deeply into his mouth.
“Zach! Zach!” Taylor called through the phone that we had so quickly forgotten about.
Zach took the phone from my hand that was behind his head and hung it up. We continued kissing, unhurriedly, and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies. His phone rang again, and a quick glare showed that it was Taylor again.
“Fuck that phone,” Zach said with his tongue in my mouth.
He felt and tasted so damn good. He put his hands in my hair, yanked it back gently, and took my neck in his mouth.
Oh God. Is this really happening? After nearly three and a half years, I’m finally going to give in and give it up to someone? And the way he makes my body feel, why not let it be him?
He drew my face in with his hands, looked me intensely in my eyes, and asked, “Do you trust me enough to let me make love to you?”
I took a deep breath and nodded yes.
“Is that a yes, Abigail?”
“It is.”
He kissed me and whispered, “Ah, Abigail. You are so beautiful. You got me so hard for you.”
“Mmm, Zach. What are you doing to me? Why does my body respond to you like this? Why am I letting you this close to me? I don’t even know you.”
He flipped me onto my back and knelt between my thighs. He ravished my neck, sending my body screaming for release.
He cupped both my breasts, and through the T-shirt and lace bra I had on, he gently wrapped his teeth around my right nipple and stared deeply into my eyes, watching how I responded. I moaned softly and felt my pussy throb more. He did the same to the left one. He must’ve felt the heat come from my pussy through my jeans, because he ground the hard bulge in his pants hard against my enclosed wet pussy. My blood was boiling, and from the flush in his face, it seemed his was too.
“Abi, do you trust me to let me make love to you?” he asked again.
I nodded yes again while sighing loudly. He cradled my face with his hands and asked, “Is that a yes?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Here?” he asked
“No. Upstairs. My room.” He got up from between my shaky thighs, grabbed my hands, and led me upstairs like he knew where he was going. I directed him to my bedroom from behind his lead.
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“OK, Mom,” I said, lightly grunting at my body aches.
“What’s the matter, Abi? Is it something I can help you with?”
“No, just hung over. I think I enjoyed myself too much last night.”
“Well, I love to hear that you enjoyed yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow night for dinner.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
I hung up the phone and headed straight to the bathroom to take a bath. I started a hot bath. While I was in the bath, Carmen called to check in on me. I assured her that I was fine and would see her later.
After I got out of the bath, I decided to check the messages and calls I had ignored last night. A number that I didn’t recognize had called me more than fifteen times between late last night and early that day. I listened to the first message and was very surprised to hear Zach’s voice. I’m going to kill Carmen for giving him my damn number!
Around 12:30 p.m. my doorbell rang. I put on my short robe to cover my skimpy lace garments and opened the door. It was Mr. Bill, the concierge. He had come up to hand deliver flowers to me.
“For you, Ms. Winterfield,” he said, smiling.
I looked at Mr. Bill with narrowed eyes before accepting the flowers. “Thank you, Mr. Bill.”
I closed the door, placed the enormous arrangement of the multicolored calla lilies on the floor by the front of the foyer door and read the handwritten note.
Abigail Marie Winterfield,
I’m so sorry about last night. Please, please allow me to explain and make it up to you.
Z. (Mr. Sexy)
P.S. Please turn me over.
On the back were Zach’s cell, home, and office phone numbers and his e-mail addresses.
How the hell does he know where I live? Carmen!
I dropped the note on the floor and went about my business.
Carmen called later and said she was in the lobby. I keyed in the security code in the phone so she could enter the elevator to come up. I let Carmen in and she immediately noticed the over-the-top flower arrangement.
“From who?” she asked, pointing to the flowers.
I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and took a deep breath. “Zach,” I said, twisting my lips and rolling my eyes again. “You know, the one you gave my number and address to last night.”
“I didn’t give Zach your number or address. What the hell are you talking about?”
“I checked my messages earlier, and Zach had left several messages. And then Mr. Bill delivered those flowers with that handwritten note from Zach.” I pointed out the note on the floor.
“I didn’t give it to him. And how are you, too, Ms. Cranky?”
I walked to the sofa and sat down, and Carmen bent down to pick up the note. She read the first couple of words and turned to me, smiling. She sat down on the sofa beside me and read it aloud.
“Wow! Damn, Abi. All the numbers and the e-mail addresses. I wonder if the philanderer does this to all of the women he upsets on the first date?”
“It wasn’t a date, Carmen. And he told you I called him that?”
“Yes, right after you left.”
“It’s the truth.”
“That girl doesn’t mean anything to him. As a matter of fact, Abi, last night was the first time he saw or heard from her in more than two years.”
“I don’t care about him or her, Carmen. Can we drop the subject, please?”
“Holy shit! He got to you, didn’t he?”
“No!” I said loudly. He had managed to penetrate the security I’d built around me.
“Yes, he did. Abi, those feelings yesterday are a bit deeper than him turning you on. He cracked the safe and stole your heart. Love at first sight?”
I looked at Carmen with my leave-it-the-fuck-alone eyes. Her gaze was steady as she looked back at me.
“OK, Abi. I’ll drop it, for now. But call him at one of the numbers. Hell, even e-mail him.”
We laughed, and I began to cheer up.
“So you and Matt seemed pretty intense last night.”
Carmen smiled and her face lit up. “Oh, Abi. I confess. I’m still in love with him.”
“And he is very much still in love with you.”
Carmen closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and smiled. This was the Carmen I knew, always happy and smiling. When she and Matt had called it quits, she was devastated and entered a depressive funk. Even after she moved on and started dating other guys, she constantly compared them to Matt.
“I think you should tell Matt how you feel,” I suggested.
“I will. As soon as you tell Zach.”
“I don’t know Zach at all, and I have nothing to tell him. You know Matt very well, enough to share everything with him. Huge difference.”
“You’re right, Abi. But still, if Zach makes you smile, grin, blush, or whatever he did last night, then he’s worth reaching out to. Don’t you think?”
She handed me Zach’s note and said, “It’s time for you to be happy. Call him, Abi.”
I shook my phone at her, and she looked at me like I was crazy.
“His number,” I said, reminding her of how many goddamn times he had called me since the prior night.
“Oh, yeah! So all you have to do is add it to your list of contacts, and add the rest of the numbers and e-mails as well.”
“I don’t think so,” I said. I was about to delete his number from my phone when Carmen snatched the phone from me, jumped off the sofa with the note, and ran to the front door to buy her time to store his info in my phone. When she opened the door to run out into the hall, my heart stopped.
Holy fuck. He’s here. How? Why?
Zach stood at my door, looking mighty fine with a plain white T-shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and black flip-flops. His arms were nice and sculpted—not too much, not too little, but just right. If I weren’t so damn upset, and didn’t know for sure if the girl from the night before was his past or present, I would have been tempted to lay a slow, passionate, juicy kiss on him. But instead I went charging for him.
“What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live? And how did you get my number?”
Carmen was just as surprised as I was. But that didn’t stop her from smiling like some prayer of hers had been answered.
“Don’t leave the man in the hall, Abi. Invite him in.” Carmen pushed me out of the way and motioned for Zach to come in. He entered and greeted her.
“Nice to see you again, Carmen. How’s Matt?”
“Matt’s fine. And I am very happy to see you again. Aren’t we, Abi?”
“Speak for yourself,” I said. To Zach, I said, “You didn’t answer my questions.”
Before I could get another word out, Carmen put her hands over my mouth, looked at me, and said, “Happiness. Remember?”
She handed me back my cell phone and grabbed her handbag to leave.
“Carmen, where are you going?” I asked.
“I’m going to Matt’s to hold up my end of our agreement,” she replied, motioning her left index finger back and forward between the two of us, referring to the conversation we had had just a while ago.
“You made a pact, not me,” I told her.
Zach looked at her and said, “Carmen, you don’t have to leave. I didn’t mean to intrude.” He looked at me and continued, “I just wanted to come and give something to Abigail. But I guess I will have to wait another time to taste your lips.”
“What did you just say?” I asked, surprised.
He looked extremely passionate when he began to lick his lips. I opened my mouth in awe and heat, mainly heat, and he put his finger over my lips.
“Next time. Whenever you’re ready to talk.”
“You two need to talk now,” Carmen said. “Oh, and Zach, the flowers, the handwritten note; I approve. Just keep her happy.”
Zach smiled and nodded his head, and Carmen kissed my cheeks and turned to the door to leave.
“Call me, Carmen. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Be happy.”
Carmen turned to Zach, tilted her head sideways, pointed her left index finger at him, and said, “I trust I can totally leave you here with her and she will be safe?”
Zach looked at me. “Abigail will be fine. If at any time she asks me to leave, I will, without hesitation.”
“You got that, Abi? Now talk to the man you say makes your body tingle, and sing, and heat up, and melt, and purr, and—”
“Carmen!” I yelled out loudly.
“What? I’m just trying to help break the ice and give both of you something to talk about. It’s not like it’s a lie. Is it, Abi? Bye. Be happy.”
Carmen turned quickly on her heels and was gone.
As soon as I turned to face Zach after locking my door, he kissed me. He put both his hands upon my face, and we devoured each other’s tongues, slowly, passionately, and unhurried. It was just as I had imagined before I charged at him. I pushed him away, and he put his hands around my waist. He pushed me back to the door with his body, put his forehead and nose against mine, and sighed deeply.
“Abigail Marie Winterfield, what the hell are you doing to me?”
“Me? What about you? What are you doing to me?”
“I don’t know, and whatever it is, I sure don’t want it to stop.”
There was undeniable sexual tension, chemistry, or whatever else you want to call it between Zach and me. This man had my blood boiling, and I was boiling hard. We kissed again until he pulled away from me and stared into my eyes. He looked me up and down, smiled, and pulled me close to him.
Is it wrong or even possible to have such strong feeling for a total stranger? No, it’s not wrong. And yes, it is possible. Several people, for many, many years, had fallen in love with the man or woman of their dreams when they first laid eyes on each other. Could this possibly be one of those cliché love-at-first-sight stories? Maybe. Or is this just lust at first sight? Possibly…it has been about three and a half years since I last had a piece. Whatever it is, it has me on cloud nine, and I damn sure don’t want to come down.
“I’m sorry for last night. I had no idea that she would show up there, or anywhere near me, as a matter of fact,” Zach said.
“Who is she?”
“Someone from my past.”
“What did she want with you?”
“She wanted to know who you were and—”
“And what?”
“It’s nothing, Abi.”
Red flag! He’s hiding something big. Does she have something on him? Is he a sex-crazed psycho? Why the hell won’t he tell me? Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know you. Duh!
I raised my eyebrows and asked, “Is it something I should be alarmed about?”
“No, Abi. It’s nothing. Trust me.”
“How could I? I don’t know you. And it’s hard for me to trust anyone. Sorry.”
He kissed me and asked if we could sit and get to know each other. We walked over to the sofa and sat. Looking at the flower arrangement on the floor, he asked, “What, you didn’t like them?” He looked disappointed.
“They’re fine. Actually my favorites.”
“So why are they on the floor?”
I exhaled loudly, and he looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed.
“She is nothing to me. And for the record, you can’t wreck a home if there’s none to wreck. I’m sorry you thought you were being a homewrecker last night.”
“I didn’t know that before.”
“Now you know,” he replied, motioning his head to the flowers.
“Fine. I’ll pick them up and put them on the table if it pleases you.”
“Thank you. I put my heart into that arrangement.” That made me smile.
I bent down and picked up the flowers. “There. Happy?” I turned and asked.
He was smiling from ear to ear and had a twinkle in his eyes, and at that moment, I realized that my robe had ridden up in the back. I didn’t have on any clothes.
Oh shit! I totally forgot I didn’t have on any clothes to have bent over like that. He just saw my body, my ass. Oh fuck!
I had thrown on a ZAM’s nude stretch lace cheeky romper with a deep V-neck after my bath and then a short robe to open the door for Mr. Bill. I bolted from the foyer door and up the wide spiral staircase to my bedroom. I took off the robe and racy romper and put on my white lace cheeky panties and bra set, a pair of blue jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. I took a deep breath at the top of the stairs and went back down.
Zach was still sitting on the sofa, and when he saw me, his smile widened again.
“I like the first outfit better,” he said.
“I bet you do.” I smiled back and sat on the sofa.
“Were you a track star in school?” he asked, laughing his ass off, which made me laugh.
All the laughing allowed me to lower my guard and feel more relaxed.
“That is so not funny,” I said after we had stopped laughing.
“Oh, it’s funny as hell. You should’ve seen your face. It was like, ‘Oh shit, my ass is in the air’.” He really made me laugh when he imitated my facial expression.
“Enough laughing at me,” I said, pouting.
He kissed my pouty lips. “Better now? You know, you really didn’t have to change. I enjoyed the view when Carmen opened the door and you came charging at me. You were like a sexy little lioness. And me likey.” I blushed and shook my head.
Likely sensing that my guard was down, Zach asked, “Why is it hard for you to trust people, Abigail?”
“Wow! Straight to the point, huh?”
“I need to know so I don’t do anything to lose the little trust you have in me.”
“Who said I trusted you? How did you allow yourself to come to that conclusion?”
“If you didn’t, you would have asked me to leave a long time ago, and you wouldn’t have kissed me like that.”
“True. It’s hard. Really, really hard,” I said, referring to trusting.
“Tell me, Abigail. I have all day. I don’t mind listening.”
“I really don’t like talking about it. So I would appreciate it if you respect that.”
“OK. Sorry about that. But one day I hope you will trust me enough to share what’s bothering you.” He was soft and calm while reaching out and holding my hand.
“Thank you,” I said. “Are you a stalker?”
“Whoa. Where did that come from?”
“You.”
“From me?”
“Yes. I never gave you my cell number, and you called me over fifteen times and left messages. I never gave you my address, and you sent flowers and then showed up here. Care to explain that? ‘Cause from where I sit, that shit is very stalkerish.”
“Abi. I have my ways of finding out information.”
“Stalker,” I blurted out jokingly.
“No, Abi. I am not a stalker. But I did utilize my resources and took full advantage of the private information of yours that I have access to. And no, I am not sorry for abusing your privacy rights or whatever you want to call it.” He looked me square in my eyes and didn’t blink. No remorse, no nothing.
Another red flag? He’s unapologetic about invading my privacy. And while you’re at it, red flag yourself for not being concerned about this predator who’s roaming freely with no respect for your privacy.
“What resources do you have that give you access to my privacy?”
“Me, Abigail. I’m my own resource. Next question, please.” His tone was controlling and demanding, but he kissed my lips to pacify me.
“Why are you here? What do you want from me?”
“I came to apologize and to get to know you.”
“Know me how?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.
“However you want me to know you, Abigail. But I prefer to know all there is to Abigail Marie Winterfield. Her likes, her dislikes, favorite color, music, food…you know.”
He is really dark. The way he talks, the way he moves; even his eyes are dark. And why haven’t my past experiences put those infamous brick and metal walls between the two of us? What the hell is up with that? Why do I feel so at ease, so natural with him?
“Who are you? My past isn’t all roses and sunlight, so I can tell that you are a dark person. I don’t need you to confirm or deny it.”
“I’m Zach Austin McConnallay,” he replied, puzzled.
“No. Who are you? I don’t know you at all, but I know that I’m a different person when I’m near you. I’m relaxed, free, and more curious about you than I am concerned. Why you? What is it about you? And why are you so damn controlling and domineering…commanding?”
“Controlling? Domineering? Commanding? How’d you gather that?”
“I told you, I’ve learned from my past experiences. Am I right?”
He took a deep breath and asked, “Would you rather have me tell you what you want to hear or what you say you already know?”
Fuck! My smart-ass mouth wasn’t ready for that kind of response. I am definitely playing with fire. Molten lava sounds more like it. Play with fire, Abigail, and your ass will get burned.
“I take it that you weren’t expecting me to respond like that?”
Damn! Now he’s even reading my mind? Should I wave the all-too-familiar red flag and forget about him altogether? Or wave the white flag and surrender to the nirvana of these new feelings that I experience only around him? I am so out of my element right now. And I’m too fragile to play with fire or get close to an unpredictable volcano. Hell, as a Scorpio I am just as volcanic.
“No, I wasn’t,” I finally replied.
“You pondered that question for a while. Out of curiosity, if I was to give you a red flag and a white flag, which would you prefer?”
I gasped loudly and jumped up. He got up behind me and asked what the matter was.
“Nothing. I need something to drink.”
“So we’ll come back to the questions later?”
“Please!” I replied almost immediately.
I went to the kitchen to get a cup of water and offer Zach a drink. He asked for wine.
“Red or white?” I asked. I immediately laughed out loud, which made him look at me bemusedly.
“Yet another red or white option,” I said.
“I don’t get it, Abi.”
I walked over to the bar and explained to him that I had internally asked myself if I wanted to raise a red flag or a white flag. And, almost instantly, he’d asked me the same thing out loud, just as the thought had left my mind.
“So that’s why you jumped up like that,” he said with relief. “White,” he finally said, coming over to the bar. “And which option have you opted for?” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck.
I sighed deeply and broke away from his grip. He took the bottle of white wine from me and opened it with the corkscrew that I pulled from behind the bar. I grabbed two glasses and sat them on the bar. He smiled and said, “Then white it is,” and began filling our glasses.
We went through a bottle of white wine and two Perfect Angel shots each while we talked. In the middle of our conversation, his phone rang, and he looked down to see the number on the caller ID. He looked back up at me and said, “It’s her.”
“Her who?”
“Taylor. The girl from last night.”
I grabbed his phone and put it on speaker, and he answered, “What is it, Taylor?”
“Hey, Zach,” Taylor said.
“No. It’s Abigail. What do you want with him?”
She paused for a while, probably in shock that I was on the other end.
“I called for Zach, so why are you answering his phone like you’re his secretary or something?” she finally asked.
“I am well aware that you called for Zach, but you got me instead. Can I help you with something, Taylor?”
“Put Zach on the phone.”
“That’s not going to happen. But you are more than welcome to talk to me.”
“Put Zach on the phone,” she said again, this time yelling.
“OK,” I said.
Now maybe it was all the wine and shots I had drank that made me jokingly straddle Zach and kiss him so that Taylor could hear through the phone, but things got heated, really fast, between us, and that silly joke turned into something special that I wasn’t expecting. I felt him get hard beneath me, and I moaned deeply into his mouth.
“Zach! Zach!” Taylor called through the phone that we had so quickly forgotten about.
Zach took the phone from my hand that was behind his head and hung it up. We continued kissing, unhurriedly, and roaming our hands over each other’s bodies. His phone rang again, and a quick glare showed that it was Taylor again.
“Fuck that phone,” Zach said with his tongue in my mouth.
He felt and tasted so damn good. He put his hands in my hair, yanked it back gently, and took my neck in his mouth.
Oh God. Is this really happening? After nearly three and a half years, I’m finally going to give in and give it up to someone? And the way he makes my body feel, why not let it be him?
He drew my face in with his hands, looked me intensely in my eyes, and asked, “Do you trust me enough to let me make love to you?”
I took a deep breath and nodded yes.
“Is that a yes, Abigail?”
“It is.”
He kissed me and whispered, “Ah, Abigail. You are so beautiful. You got me so hard for you.”
“Mmm, Zach. What are you doing to me? Why does my body respond to you like this? Why am I letting you this close to me? I don’t even know you.”
He flipped me onto my back and knelt between my thighs. He ravished my neck, sending my body screaming for release.
He cupped both my breasts, and through the T-shirt and lace bra I had on, he gently wrapped his teeth around my right nipple and stared deeply into my eyes, watching how I responded. I moaned softly and felt my pussy throb more. He did the same to the left one. He must’ve felt the heat come from my pussy through my jeans, because he ground the hard bulge in his pants hard against my enclosed wet pussy. My blood was boiling, and from the flush in his face, it seemed his was too.
“Abi, do you trust me to let me make love to you?” he asked again.
I nodded yes again while sighing loudly. He cradled my face with his hands and asked, “Is that a yes?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Here?” he asked
“No. Upstairs. My room.” He got up from between my shaky thighs, grabbed my hands, and led me upstairs like he knew where he was going. I directed him to my bedroom from behind his lead.
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Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Excerpt: Zach pacifies Abi once again
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"You could've stayed in Pittsburgh and finished whatever or whomever you were doing. You didn't have to leave before your scheduled time," I said, crossing my legs, sitting back in my chair, and steepling my fingers over my lips like he always did.
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"You could've stayed in Pittsburgh and finished whatever or whomever you were doing. You didn't have to leave before your scheduled time," I said, crossing my legs, sitting back in my chair, and steepling my fingers over my lips like he always did.
He smirked at me imitating him and pulled my chair closer to him. Licking his lips, he looked at me intensely and said, "Oh, baby. I'm where I want to be and with whom I'd rather be doing. You got that?"
My God, he smells so good and looks so goddamn sexy. Mmm, the smoky grays are pulling me in again.I bit my bottom lip and inhaled deeply through my nose. Timmie knocked on the door, and Zach and I sat back in our chairs. I called for Timmie to enter.
"Mr. McConnallay, sir. How are you?"
"I'm fine, Mr. Goldstein, and you?"
"Fine as well, sir. Abi, I'm heading out for the evening. Is there something I could do for you before I leave?"
"No. Thank you, Timmie. I'll be fine. I'm just going to finish up this spreadsheet and give it to Mr. McConnallay so I can get out of here myself," I replied.
"OK, then here's your day's end report, and I will see you tomorrow. Good evening, Mr. McConnallay," Timmie said.
"Good evening, Mr. Goldstein," Zach replied, looking at a blank computer monitor like he was deep in work.
"See you in the 'a.m.', Timmie." I nodded at him. From the look on his face, he probably thought Zach was there to harass me again—professionally, that is.
Timmie left, and Zach got up behind him to lock the door. He came back over and leaned so close to me that we were practically inhaling each other's breath. We kissed, and it felt amazing. I'd missed the softness of his lips against mine and the way he rubbed his forehead against mine just before we parted our lips to take each other's tongues into our mouths.
Oh no. I'm falling for him again. Why is it so hard for me to stick to my guns when it concerns him? No, Abigail. What are you doing? Don't let him woo you. Don't let him back in to hurt you again.
I pulled away from him just before I lost myself in him.
"What is it, baby?" he asked, panting softly and sweetly with his hands on the arms of my chair. Our foreheads were pressed firmly against one another.
"I can't, Zach," I said. His lips were soft against mine.
"Why, Abigail?" he asked, still kissing my lips softly and making his way around to my neck.
I tried to push him away from me so that I could stand and escape his rapture, but he didn't budge.
"I need to get away from you. Please move away from me."
He removed his hands from the armrests, stepped back, and continued to look at me. I got up from my seat, and he quickly wrapped his arms, tightly, around my waist. Pulling me close to him, he whispered in my ear, "Abigail, I'm sorry. I miss you so much, love. I want and need only you. Please. Please let me make it right. Give me a chance to make it better, baby."
I miss you too, Zach. But why should I give you another chance to hurt me again?
I tried to break loose from his tight grip and enchanted fragrance that had awakened all of my Zach senses I had desperately tried to bury. I closed my eyes, but I still smelled him. It reminded me of his taste. And when I was reminded of how amazing and satisfying he had tasted, I began to remember how he felt. He felt so right, so perfect, so amazing in my hands, in my arms, in my lap, in my bed, inside of me, and most importantly, in my life. His smell called out my name. Abi-gai-lll. It was hypnotizing. He was breathing hard, and it reminded me of the sounds I heard whenever he called or moaned my name, how he laughed, and his domineering voice. I heard him whisper and utter sweet sounds into my ear. And when I opened my eyes, I saw him. I saw the man behind the expensive, tailor-made suits. I saw the man I had fallen in love with in such a short time.
Zach put his mouth over the sensitive spot on the left side of my neck, parted his lips, and let his warm breath kiss my neck. My body involuntarily loosened up and relaxed to familiarity. Zach loosened his grip on my waist when he felt my body respond to him. He drew my eager neck into his equally eager mouth, and my body melted into his. I wrapped my arms around his waist and under his blue piqué polo shirt. I roamed my hands up his strong back and across his shoulders and traced down his back with my fingernails. His penis jerked against my stomach as he began to respond to my touch.
He put his big, strong hands on my...
Zach put his mouth over the sensitive spot on the left side of my neck, parted his lips, and let his warm breath kiss my neck. My body involuntarily loosened up and relaxed to familiarity. Zach loosened his grip on my waist when he felt my body respond to him. He drew my eager neck into his equally eager mouth, and my body melted into his. I wrapped my arms around his waist and under his blue piqué polo shirt. I roamed my hands up his strong back and across his shoulders and traced down his back with my fingernails. His penis jerked against my stomach as he began to respond to my touch.
He put his big, strong hands on my...
Excerpt: Perfect Angel
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"Toast?" Carmen asked. We all raised our glasses as she toasted, "To being happy and free and having great friendship."
"And being a great president, who I trust can handle any position," Mr. Sexy added, piercing me with his lovely eyes. Please reand and comment. Thanks.
"Toast?" Carmen asked. We all raised our glasses as she toasted, "To being happy and free and having great friendship."
We clinked our glasses and proceeded to drink.
"So how do I drink this?" Mr. Sexy asked me, referring to the Perfect Angel.
"Watch me; it's all about the proper position," I said flirtatiously. Since you want it dirty—dirtay—I'll give you dirtay.
I poured the salt and sugar blend on the bridge of my right hand, between my thumb and index finger, and stacked the lime and orange wedges on top of each other with my left hand. Seductively and slowly, while looking intensely at Mr. Sexy, I licked the salt and sugar and tossed back the shot, leaving the cherry behind. I grabbed the stacked wedges, sucked them together, and let some of the juices flow from my lips. I licked my lips, grabbed the cherry, and sucked Jose from it. He repositioned himself and tugged at his necktie.
Our eyes were fixed on each other as I said, "This is the only way you handle it."
"Perfect Angel, my ass!" Carmen said in amazement.
Matt laughed, clapping his hands, and said, "Welcome back, Abi."
"Your turn, Zach," Carmen whooped out.
Zach! His name is Zach.
I looked at him with a smile of victory, as I now had his name, and said, "We're all waiting, Zach."
He smiled back wickedly and said, "I'm sure I can master the positions correctly and handle it very well."
Doing exactly as I had, not missing a beat, he had my heart pounding, among other body parts. Daaamn! I squirmed in my seat.
"Well done, Mr.—Zach." I stopped myself before I could say the word.
"Oh, Zach it is now, huh? I thought it was Mr. Sexy?" Zach said, stealing my victory away from me.
"No. I'm afraid I don't remember such," I countered with flirty eyes and a smile. He smiled in response.
Excerpt: Abi's rips into Zach
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I woke up Monday morning feeling well rested, but I knew I had to go into the office and see Lauren, my dad, my stepdad, and Zach. I was not ready to confront any of them, especially Zach, who had ignored all of my attempts to contact him.
I dropped Gabi off at school and headed over to the office. When I got there, it was 8:48 a.m., and everyone was in a meeting that I had conveniently not been informed of. All relevant personnel from both practices were gathered, including Zach, who scowled me as I walked in.Please read and comment. Thanks.
I woke up Monday morning feeling well rested, but I knew I had to go into the office and see Lauren, my dad, my stepdad, and Zach. I was not ready to confront any of them, especially Zach, who had ignored all of my attempts to contact him.
"Lateness will not be tolerated. That goes for executives as well. Explain why you finally decided to bless us with your presence forty-eight minutes late, Ms. Winterfield."
Attitude, huh? I'm the one who should have the fucking attitude.
"Had I known about the meeting I would've been here on time."
"No. This isn't the first meeting you've been late to, and everyone got the memo. I sent the message to Lauren last night, and she forwarded it to all employees."
"I didn't get the memo," I countered with equal grit in my voice.
"So you say, Ms. Winterfield," he responded.
That son of a bitch. How dare he take that tone and attitude with me? I guess it was all about the sex with him. And me freaking out was a perfect way for him to make his escape. Damn, I am so stupid. I knew he was only after one thing. I hate him. Hate yourself for giving in to him so soon and without knowing him.
"Page thirty-three, and don't worry about him. I heard he's some kind of demanding control freak—a real jerk," Timmie whispered when I sat down beside him so that only I could hear. Timmie was one of the administrative assistants. He had an athletic build and a medium stature. He was perfectly tanned, with brown hair and blue-gray eyes, and was very bi.
"I'm sorry. It looks like Ms. Winterfield and Mr. Goldstein are having their own meeting. Care to discuss what you two are talking about while I'm trying to head a meeting here?" Zach demanded.
Timmie frantically tried to tell him that he just gave me the page number, while I said nothing. I stared at him and rolled my eyes.
"Mr. Goldstein, you are excused from this meeting. And do leave your employee badge with security after you clean your desk. Ms. Winterfield, do I have your attention now? And don't roll your eyes at me again. It's childish and something that you should've left at the playgrounds of your elementary school years ago."
He just fired Timmie to prove a point to me! You evil bastard.
"Page thirty-three, and don't worry about him. I heard he's some kind of demanding control freak—a real jerk," Timmie whispered when I sat down beside him so that only I could hear. Timmie was one of the administrative assistants. He had an athletic build and a medium stature. He was perfectly tanned, with brown hair and blue-gray eyes, and was very bi.
"I'm sorry. It looks like Ms. Winterfield and Mr. Goldstein are having their own meeting. Care to discuss what you two are talking about while I'm trying to head a meeting here?" Zach demanded.
Timmie frantically tried to tell him that he just gave me the page number, while I said nothing. I stared at him and rolled my eyes.
"Mr. Goldstein, you are excused from this meeting. And do leave your employee badge with security after you clean your desk. Ms. Winterfield, do I have your attention now? And don't roll your eyes at me again. It's childish and something that you should've left at the playgrounds of your elementary school years ago."
He just fired Timmie to prove a point to me! You evil bastard.
"How dare you fire him for telling me a damn page number? What the hell is the matter with you?" I yelled at him, jumping from my seat. Everyone gasped as I stood to take on Zach McConnallay. My dad came over and tried to make me sit back down, but that didn't help. My mind had been made. I was going to defend Timmie. "Ms. Winterfield, are you being insubordinate? You are the president of this company and should carry yourself as such. Or did I make a poor decision when I promoted you?"
"Did you make a poor decision in promoting me? Hell, yeah, you did, especially if you think I'm going to sit back and allow you to fire someone for telling me a damn page number."
"Enough, Abigail," my dad whispered angrily in my ear.
"You know this shit isn't fair," I said to him, loud enough for Zach to hear.
"What's that, Ms. Winterfield?" Zach looked at me wrathfully.
"Do you stand behind your bullshit position to relieve Mr. Goldstein of his position? For mentioning a goddamn page number?" I moved directly in front of Zach. He remained seated with his right leg over his left and both index fingers brought together, forming a triangle over his lips.
"Yes, I do," he answered, shifting the triangle to the left of his lips and looking up at me. Sitting there with that smug-ass look.
"Did you make a poor decision in promoting me? Hell, yeah, you did, especially if you think I'm going to sit back and allow you to fire someone for telling me a damn page number."
"Enough, Abigail," my dad whispered angrily in my ear.
"You know this shit isn't fair," I said to him, loud enough for Zach to hear.
"What's that, Ms. Winterfield?" Zach looked at me wrathfully.
"Do you stand behind your bullshit position to relieve Mr. Goldstein of his position? For mentioning a goddamn page number?" I moved directly in front of Zach. He remained seated with his right leg over his left and both index fingers brought together, forming a triangle over his lips.
"Yes, I do," he answered, shifting the triangle to the left of his lips and looking up at me. Sitting there with that smug-ass look.
"Fine. That's hogwash, just like you, and you know it. You spew what you are. I guess you won't mind having this one as well." I took off my badge, dropped it in the middle of his lap, where his penis was, and turned quickly on my heels.
My dad and stepdad ran out after me . "Have you lost your damn mind?" my father asked.
Uncle Ernie was quick behind them, yelling loud enough that everyone in the conference room could hear us. "Do you know he can liquidate every goddamn thing we worked hard for in a matter of seconds? Get back in there and apologize to him."
In an equally loud tone, so that everyone could hear, I responded, "You should know me better than that by now, Uncle Ernie. I will not apologize for standing up to that asshole prick. He fired Timmie for no damn reason. For telling me to turn to page thirty-three. Come on now. I have standards, and I believe in what I just did. And if either of you think that hogwash-spewing jerk of a douche bag deserves to have his ass kissed to prevent him from liquidating the hell out of the company, then you can have my lip gloss and do it yourself!" I reached into my handbag and held up my lip gloss. Tossing it to Uncle Ernie, I turned away to get on the elevator, yelling, "Feel free to kiss away, gentlemen."
I went down to the office where Timmie was cleaning his desk. I apologized to him and asked him to help me clean my desk as well.
"Abigail, what did you do? Why do I need to help you clean your desk?" Tim asked with narrowed eyebrows, following me into my office.
"I quit. I'm not going to sit back and let him fire you for no damn reason. Fucking asshole. He did it to get back at me."
"No, Abi. You shouldn't have. I can find work anywhere."
"And what, I can't?"
"I'm not saying it like that. This is your family's business, and you worked damn hard to get it to where it is today. That's all I'm saying."
"My dad and stepdad should've never merged with him. He's a fucking asshole!" I blurted again. When I looked up, Zach was there.
Zach looked intensely at me and then over at Timmie, who was trying to back out of the office.
"Goldstein, you still here?" Zach asked.
Tim turned and left my office to finish cleaning his desk. I stood there face-to-face with Zach and looked at him abhorrently. He slammed the door, closed the chocolate-brown linen blinds that hung on the wraparound glass wall, and came close to me.
"Please step away from me," I said.
Zach stepped back and sat on the corner of the desk. "Abigail?" he called out in a mild tone.
"That's Ms. Winterfield to you, sir," I snapped.
"OK. Ms. Winterfield. Look here, we have business to discuss."
"Which part of 'I quit' don't you understand? If you want an official resignation, then I'll forward one to you this evening, via Lauren. Really, there's nothing here to discuss." I turned my back to him and began removing my belonging from the cabinet.
He sighed deeply and seemed to be thinking hard about what to say next.
"Abigail, sit down."
"Excuse me?" I snapped, turning to face him.
"Sit your stubborn ass down. My God, you are so goddamn stubborn, Abigail," he gritted through his teeth.
"I told you it's Ms. Wint—"
He cut me off. "Yeah, yeah. I know, it's Ms. Winterfield. Note well taken."
"You don't know a thing about me to call me stubborn or address me as Abigail."
He sat back down on the corner of my desk with an impish grin, shaking his head. I wanted nothing more than to slap that grin off his face.
"I bet you want to slap my face, don't you, Abi…um…Ms. Winterfield?" he asked devilishly.
I ignored him and asked, "Are you done?"
Sensing I was serious, he pressed the intercom on my phone to Timmie's desk...
My dad and stepdad ran out after me . "Have you lost your damn mind?" my father asked.
Uncle Ernie was quick behind them, yelling loud enough that everyone in the conference room could hear us. "Do you know he can liquidate every goddamn thing we worked hard for in a matter of seconds? Get back in there and apologize to him."
In an equally loud tone, so that everyone could hear, I responded, "You should know me better than that by now, Uncle Ernie. I will not apologize for standing up to that asshole prick. He fired Timmie for no damn reason. For telling me to turn to page thirty-three. Come on now. I have standards, and I believe in what I just did. And if either of you think that hogwash-spewing jerk of a douche bag deserves to have his ass kissed to prevent him from liquidating the hell out of the company, then you can have my lip gloss and do it yourself!" I reached into my handbag and held up my lip gloss. Tossing it to Uncle Ernie, I turned away to get on the elevator, yelling, "Feel free to kiss away, gentlemen."
I went down to the office where Timmie was cleaning his desk. I apologized to him and asked him to help me clean my desk as well.
"Abigail, what did you do? Why do I need to help you clean your desk?" Tim asked with narrowed eyebrows, following me into my office.
"I quit. I'm not going to sit back and let him fire you for no damn reason. Fucking asshole. He did it to get back at me."
"No, Abi. You shouldn't have. I can find work anywhere."
"And what, I can't?"
"I'm not saying it like that. This is your family's business, and you worked damn hard to get it to where it is today. That's all I'm saying."
"My dad and stepdad should've never merged with him. He's a fucking asshole!" I blurted again. When I looked up, Zach was there.
Zach looked intensely at me and then over at Timmie, who was trying to back out of the office.
"Goldstein, you still here?" Zach asked.
Tim turned and left my office to finish cleaning his desk. I stood there face-to-face with Zach and looked at him abhorrently. He slammed the door, closed the chocolate-brown linen blinds that hung on the wraparound glass wall, and came close to me.
"Please step away from me," I said.
Zach stepped back and sat on the corner of the desk. "Abigail?" he called out in a mild tone.
"That's Ms. Winterfield to you, sir," I snapped.
"OK. Ms. Winterfield. Look here, we have business to discuss."
"Which part of 'I quit' don't you understand? If you want an official resignation, then I'll forward one to you this evening, via Lauren. Really, there's nothing here to discuss." I turned my back to him and began removing my belonging from the cabinet.
He sighed deeply and seemed to be thinking hard about what to say next.
"Abigail, sit down."
"Excuse me?" I snapped, turning to face him.
"Sit your stubborn ass down. My God, you are so goddamn stubborn, Abigail," he gritted through his teeth.
"I told you it's Ms. Wint—"
He cut me off. "Yeah, yeah. I know, it's Ms. Winterfield. Note well taken."
"You don't know a thing about me to call me stubborn or address me as Abigail."
He sat back down on the corner of my desk with an impish grin, shaking his head. I wanted nothing more than to slap that grin off his face.
"I bet you want to slap my face, don't you, Abi…um…Ms. Winterfield?" he asked devilishly.
I ignored him and asked, "Are you done?"
Sensing I was serious, he pressed the intercom on my phone to Timmie's desk...
Lured In
Abigail's dark and complex past brings to the surface a lot of mental and emotional barriers. This discourages her from trusting men and enjoying life, which includes going out with friends, meeting new people, and dating—and she hasn't had sex in more than three years. This is until she meets Zach, an affluent businessman, who gives Abi a real taste of the darkness. Abi finds herself in a dark paradise with Zach, lusting and devouring every erotic moment with some bumps and bruises along the way.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
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