Things went from bad to intolerable when corporate decided to combine
two big offices into one small building. A fucking strip-mall
storefront no less. Could you get any tackier than that?Diane ran the whole show now. And it was driving her mad. The place
was pure chaos. Her employees hated her and why not? She was the boss
from …
“God, your dad is so hot.” Nikki sighed in the dark and I giggled. “It
isn’t funny.”“You always say that.” I shimmied my shoulders a little, getting more
comfortable.We were sharing my bed, like we’d done a gazillion times before and it
was really just made for one person. Nikki and I were small anyway
though and besides …
She was breathless. I could smell the intermingled perfumes of Justine
and the girl, underlined with a deeper musk.
Justine leant forward and pressed her lips briefly to mine.
Then turned her head towards the girl.
The girl opened her eyes and they smiled at each other; so close their
noses were almost touching.
“Oh, my,” the girl was breathless. …
A sea mist rose slowly off the placid surface of the calm sea,
and the darkening sun hung, paused in its slow western descent. The
moment hung too, an idyllic hiatus in the flurry of life. The
coastline was deserted except for one sole, slim, figure. The
olive-skinned girl watched the sunset in silence; she gazed at
the western horizon. …
Nikki, a 25-year-old brunette with fiery green eyes and a curvaceous figure, was known for her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. She worked as a bartender at the trendy downtown bar, “The Velvet Curtain.” One evening, a tall, dark-haired man with striking blue eyes and a muscular build walked in. His name was Liam, a 30-year-old entrepreneur who had …
I first laid eyes on Zazie at a bustling coffee shop in Paris. She was sitting alone, her long, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, a book open on the table before her. Her eyes, a deep hazel, were fixed on the pages, but I could tell she was aware of her surroundings. I was drawn to her immediately.I …
They InvadeI think it was the summer I was fourteen . . . or was it fifteen . . . but
that’s not really important. What is important was that was the summer my
Uncle and Aunt got their divorce. Things back then were different than
they are now; there were no mandatory year long separations before a
divorce …
Christmas. At least that’s my excuse. Party season, networking season.
A client’s PR company threw a big thrash in some cool Covent Garden
bar. “Cool” was funny, because cool was the *last* word you’d choose
to describe that crowded, clattering cavern. The place was steaming.
Full of laughter; of smoke; glasses clashing. The noisy babble of
reckless, drunken people.Now …
A dozen candles gave a warm, soft light to her
bedroom. A gentle breeze blew in through the open
window, billowing the sheer curtains and making the
flames flicker. Naked, she stood in front of the
window and drew the curtains open wide. She leaned
against the windowsill, relishing the feel of the cool
night air caressing her naked flesh. …
In the dark, the cold sucked the warmth from Glen as he lay on the
ground near the edge of the woods. The ground had begun to give
up its heat at the end of September as nights cooled down. By the
end of October, the ground was cold. Lying upon it, the ground felt
like ice. The night air …