Buzz

by Shelley Munro

  Sorrel Thyme peered through the scratchy bushes, desperately trying to ignore the sand flies making a meal of her bare arms. This had to be one of the world’s most uncomfortable ways to score a job interview.

  The man and woman she was spying on started to kiss—a passionate no-holds-barred kind of kiss. Horrified, she watched hands steal beneath clothes, gulped as busy fingers squeezed and caressed.

  The amount of flesh on display increased, and she squirmed, heat whooshing through her body to explode in her face. Talk about embarrassing. She wasn’t sure what to do, where to look. Alice and James Bates, the owners of the Fancy Free condom company, didn’t have a mere picnic on their minds. Oh, no. They were busy tearing off each other’s clothes, right in front of her.

  Aghast, she squeezed her eyes shut, her skin crawling from exposure to the bugs. It was the only way to explain the edgy sensation blooming inside her, prickling across her skin, irritating her breasts.

  The sharp evergreen scent of the totara and manuka trees wafted to her, refreshing and aromatic. Her stomach let out a feisty rumble of complaint, and she jerked in panic. The bushes concealing her rustled, and her eyes flew open. She froze, horror filling her at the risk of discovery.

  Alice and James continued their amorous activities. Sorrel’s breath eased out. She caught a flash of pale breast. At least they were too far away to hear her stomach clamoring for food. Placated by the thought, she eased her weight into a more comfortable position. The bush played a musical tune against her robe, and a branch cracked beneath her right foot.

  “What was that?” Alice’s voice carried across the clearing.

  Sorrel bit back a moan of dismay, her gaze darting this way and that to determine the damage. If she didn’t move, didn’t answer perhaps they’d decide a restless bird loitered in the trees. I promise to leave the instant they settle again. Please let them continue. Maybe she’d manage to retreat with her dignity intact.

  This was a bad idea. A stupid one. How she’d ever thought—

  “Who’s there?” James was on his feet now, putting his jeans to rights and staring in her direction. “I know there’s someone there. You might as well come out.”

  Intent on self-preservation, Sorrel sprang to her feet, adrenaline kicking in big-time. She cried out as cramp struck in a painful surge, staggered two steps. Her robe snagged tight on a bush. Held fast, she panicked, yanking fabric free, frantic to escape.

  Then he was on her, tackling her from behind. She hit the ground. A pained grunt escaped, the air exploding from her lungs. A hand closed around her leg, and seconds later, his weight held her in place.

  “Let me go.” She flailed. Ineffectually, as it happened. James Bates was one big dude.

  “Who is it?” Alice called.

  “A woman.”

  He shifted his weight, and Sorrel could breathe again. She sucked in a huge draft of air and gathered herself, ready to flee.

  “Not so fast.” James grasped her upper arm and yanked her around to face him. His bright blue eyes held an edge of anger that had her quaking in her sandals. He dragged her into the clearing where Alice stood with her arms crossed protectively over her chest.

  Sorrel couldn’t meet their gazes. She straightened her robe, brushing off the dry leaves and dirt. Her hands trembled while panicked thoughts buzzed through her mind like a swarm of bees in a tizzy about honey theft.

  Job interview.

  Not going well.

  This was a bad, bad idea.

  With escape looming large in her mind, she slid a furtive glance to her left.

  “You’re from the Children of Nature cult.”

  Give the man a prize. Sorrel twisted her hands together, her grubby robe brushing her bare legs. She had others the same, albeit cleaner, hanging on the rack in the shared wardrobe at the single women’s quarters. The white robe was a dead giveaway of her status.

  Cult member.

  Woman.

  Trapped.

  “Yes.” She aimed for a crisp tone. Instead her reply emerged young and scared. Terrified, which was nothing but the truth because the noose was already around her neck. Day by day it tightened, threatening to choke the life from her.

  “Why are you spying on us?” Alice’s brown hair stood in tousled peaks, her face pale beneath its sprinkling of golden freckles. “Is this a new angle—another campaign to smear Fancy Free?”

  Sorrel swallowed, still prepared to flee the second James loosened his grip. But her legs trembled, her knees threatening to crumple like flimsy paper, not up to the job of holding her weight. She’d give anything to turn back the clock ten minutes. No. She had their attention—the opportunity she’d schemed and plotted for. It was time to embrace courage.

  She sucked in a fortifying hit of tree-laced air, striving for calm. “I wasn’t spying. I have no intention of hurting your company or…or haranguing you about the evils of condoms and birth control.” Better. Her voice quavered only a fraction this time.

  “You were spying through the bushes,” James snapped. “Do you have a camera?”

  A startled laugh burst from her. “Where would I get a camera? I have no money. I didn’t mean to spy. Really, I just wanted to talk to you.”

  “Most people use the phone,” James said.

  “You don’t know much about Children of Nature, do you?” Sorrel owned the clothes on her back—her sole possessions—and even then she wasn’t sure she always received the same white robes back from the communal laundry.

  “What did you want to discuss?” Alice’s tone carried a generous helping of suspicion.

  “I’ve invented a cream. It’s similar to a…an aphrodisiac. It enhances sexual pleasure. I want to sell it to your company, in the hope I can raise enough money to strike out on my own and leave Children of Nature.” Once she’d started, the words poured from her, one almost running into another in her haste to get them out. “But you can’t tell anyone I’ve offered it to you. You can’t tell or they’ll steal it from me. You have to promise. You have to promise me you won’t tell.”

  “Shush,” Alice said, visibly calmer now. “Have you eaten?”

  “I…” Sorrel’s stomach let out an embarrassing rumble, forcing the truth from her. “No.”

  “James, release the girl.” Alice offered a kind smile, which settled some of Sorrel’s unease. “Come and have something to eat. You can describe your product while we have our lunch.”

  “I thought we were going to have a private picnic.” James scowled, his brows drawing together in displeasure. His longish dark hair gave him a disreputable air as did the stubble on his face.

  Alice reached out and ran her fingertips over his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

  “Promise?”

  The clear intimacy between the couple brought discomfort, and Sorrel shuffled from foot to foot, debating whether she should grasp this opportunity or try to make an appointment for a later date.

  “With a cherry on top.” Alice winked at her husband. “Come.” She grasped Sorrel’s hand and tugged her to their tartan picnic blanket. “Do you work in the Children of Nature store?”

  “No.” Sorrel’s mouth compressed into a tight line. She used to take her turn working in the store and had enjoyed interacting with the town’s people. But that had been before Brother Rick had taken over the running of Children of Nature from his father. That had—

  She broke off her thoughts. “No, I make the soap and other products to sell in the store.”

  “The cult won’t let you leave?” James asked, his eyes narrowed on her as if she were untrustworthy and out to take advantage of his wife. She’d seen the way he looked at Alice, as if she was the most important thing in his world. As a teenager she’d wished someone would gaze at her in that—

  Again she put a brake on her thoughts. Thinking of what-if wouldn’t help her situation. She had to make her own luck.

  “It’s difficult to leave if you lack money or contacts in the outside world.�
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  “Sit,” Alice said. “Here, you can have my glass. I’ll share with James.”

  Gingerly, Sorrel kneeled and settled herself on the edge of the blanket. Now that she had their ear, fear writhed through her—a ravenous beast. She’d tested her product on herself, but what if her tingly cream didn’t work on other women?

  “I need to do more tests,” she blurted.

  “Of course you do.” Alice handed her a glass of homemade lemonade and a chicken sandwich. “Eat first, and then we’ll talk.”

  “Who stops you from leaving the cult?”

  Alice laughed lightly. “James, do let the girl eat before you decide to grill her.”

  “They’re not trustworthy.” James scowled at her. “None of them.”

  Sorrel’s shoulders slumped. “It’s all right. I understand your doubts. I’ll find another way.” Despite her hunger and her disappointment, she placed the sandwich back on the plate and set down the glass of lemonade. “Thank you for listening to me. I’m sorry I interrupted your private time together.” She stood and turned away, defeat a heavy sack on her shoulders.

  She could hardly blame them. Children of Nature held regular protests outside Alice and James’s company, Fancy Free. They organized petitions and talked to everyone who would listen about the evils of condoms—the very product Fancy Free manufactured.

  “Wait. You want out.” James glanced at his wife in clear speculation. “How far are you willing to go to leave the cult?”

  Gasping, Sorrel drew herself up tall, or as tall as a five-foot-three-inch woman could and scowled at him. “I don’t do group sex.”

  Turning away once again, tears of failure smarted at her eyes, but she held her shoulders square and departed. She’d have to find another way, and soon before Brother Rick implemented his plans to partner every woman above twenty-five with a man. There was no doubt in her mind he’d make good on his threats, and her twenty-fifth birthday was a mere two months away. Stars! She couldn’t pretend enthusiasm for sex when pregnancy would trap her in the compound.

  “We don’t participate in group sex, either,” Alice said in a wry tone. “One man is more than enough for me to handle. Wait.” She jumped to her feet and ran after Sorrel. “Please stay.”

  Sorrel hesitated, unsure. She cast a doubtful glance over her shoulder, her steps slowing.

  “Please, tell us about your cream. Please.” Alice smiled in encouragement and led her back to the blanket. “What’s your name? You know ours so you have us at a disadvantage.”

  “Sorrel Thyme. I know your names because I’ve been part of the picket line outside Fancy Free a time or two.” She lifted her chin in faint challenge when they scowled at her words. “It’s a change from making products for the shop.”

  “Glad our condom business offers you rest and relaxation,” James muttered.

  Alice elbowed her husband and smiled at Sorrel. “Share our food. Tell us what help you want from us.”

  What does Sorrel want? Learn what happens next in Safeguarding Sorrel…

  Excerpt – Innocent Next Door

  A noise woke Summer. One moment she was dreaming of playing rugby with the All Blacks and the next her eyes sprang open, the fine hairs on her arms prickling in silent alarm. She froze, exhaling in a measured manner, while she listened.

  There it was again—a muted creak. A footstep? She slid from bed, knowing she’d have to investigate or risk lying awake all night.

  Whispers carried down the passage outside her room. A light flashed briefly and shut off.

  “Must be in one of the bedrooms.”

  The guttural whisper snapped her to action. She crept to the window. The shutter clicked as she lifted the latch—loud enough for her to freeze in place.

  “I’ll check this room and the bathroom. You take the other two rooms.”

  “What about the girl?”

  “You heard the boss. Do whatever’s necessary to get the goods.”

  “Right.”

  Two of them. Healthy fear had her springing to action. She shoved the window open wide, no longer caring about attracting attention. Footsteps sounded outside her bedroom. The door handle grated as it turned, and she slithered feetfirst out the window. The sill dug into her stomach while her feet dangled two feet above Uncle Henry’s prized rose garden. Not the best position, but not as bad as getting accosted by strange men in the middle of the night. She wriggled farther over the windowsill and let go.

  Rose thorns sliced at her calves, her thighs. She bit her bottom lip. Shit! That hurt. Well, that would teach her to wear a skimpy nightgown rather than the flannelette pajamas her mother had packed. She extricated herself from the grip of Tom Thumb, Uncle Henry’s favorite rosebush, and limped toward Nikolai’s house. Pique made her grimace and think in curses. Just her luck. Her first night alone, and she needed help. A great start to her bid for independence.

  “She’s not here.”

  Summer glanced over her shoulder and once again cursed her nightgown. The pale material stuck out like a Jersey bull in her mother’s vegetable garden.

  “She must be here.”

  She changed direction, heading to the rear of Nikolai’s house. She stepped onto the verandah and almost fell through a broken board. Damn and blast.

  “The window’s open. Check the garden.” The intruders’ voices carried on the night air.

  An open window beckoned, the sheer net curtains fluttering in the soft breeze. The voices moved closer, and panicked, Summer dived through the opening.

  Something tackled her, sending her flying. She landed on her back in the middle of a mattress. The air hissed from her lungs as someone pinned her in place.

  “Don’t move,” a harsh voice gritted next to her ear. A hand moved down her arm and across her chest, freezing when it came into contact with her breast. This time, the succinct curse didn’t raise so much as an eyebrow. The body pressing her into the bed moved, but not enough for her to draw a good lungful of air. A bedside lamp switched on, and she blinked at the bright light.

  “You.” Nikolai glared down at her. “What the devil are you doing in my bedroom?”

  She swallowed. His hand was warm, and she felt her nipple hardening under his touch. Humiliation at her body’s betrayal made her tense even as she savored the spike of sensation.

  “Um…would you mind taking your hand off my breast?” The way her nipple was cozying into his palm—talk about a newsflash. Nikolai this close was unnerving, especially since he was the enemy. She refused to imagine how good it would feel if he rearranged their bodies a fraction. Nope, she wasn’t going there.

  The furrow between his brows deepened. “Isn’t that what you’re here for?”

  The innuendo made her stiffen even more. “Someone’s broken into Uncle Henry’s house.”

  “Why didn’t you say so?” To Summer’s intense relief, he released her. “Have you rung the police?”

  “No. I…” Summer’s voice trailed off as she took in the broad expanse of his naked chest. Oops, naked all over. Her gaze jumped northward, but the vision of masculinity remained seared to her retinas. He looked so much better without clothes.

  Nikolai rolled his eyes with the same masculine impatience her brothers exhibited whenever they thought her behavior stupid. “Never mind. Get in bed and stay warm. I’ll take care of things.”

  He yanked on a pair of jeans and limped from the room before she could tell him what she thought of his verbal pat on the head. The rumble of his voice from the other room told her he was ringing the cops. No way was she staying in his bed and missing out on the excitement. She sprang off the mattress. This was more adventure than she’d ever imagined, and it was only her second day in Auckland.

  Summer crept down the passage, feeling her way cautiously through the dark and unfamiliar house.

  “I told you to stay in bed.”

  She jerked as his warm breath tickled her ear. Oh, boy. Who’d have thought an ear was an erogenous zone? She bit her botto
m lip, frowned then grinned as a brainwave struck. “I heard a noise outside the window.”

  Luckily, it was dark since she couldn’t lie to save herself. And her body was broadcasting lustful messages a blind man could decipher. Full participation in this adventure would distract her, help her gain a semblance of control—she hoped.

  “All right. Stay with me.” He slid through the darkness with the ease of a soldier on night maneuvers.

  She blundered after him and kicked a table leg. The clatter and her squeak of pain made him curse. Huh, another new one to save for later—wait until the next time her brothers tried to tell her how to live her life. Her brilliance would stun them into silence.

  “Can’t you be quiet?”

  “I can’t see.”

  Another muttered curse. “Here.” He seized her hand. “Hold on to me and keep up.”

  Summer felt a royal salute coming on until he attached her hand to the waistband of his jeans. When she touched warm skin, every militant urge stalled. Her fingers curled over the body-warmed denim, her senses reeling, her body humming—from toe-tips to the top of her head. Bits in between tingled and plunged and swooped like a high-speed lift traveling to the ground floor. Oh, boy.

  He opened the front door and slid outside. She stumbled after him, her mind engaged on sensation, the way her silk nightgown caressed her curves, rather than the need to reconnoiter.

  He stopped without warning. Summer plowed into his back and her nose jabbed his shoulder blade. A whoosh of air escaped her parted lips.

  His hands snaked out, steadying and preventing her from falling. “Mind the step. I haven’t got ’round to fixing it yet.”

  The step? Her next intake of breath was a mistake. It was full of him. Sandalwood soap and Nikolai. A very combustible combination. Who’d have thought?

  In the distance, a siren sounded.

  “Help is on the way.” Satisfaction oozed from his voice. “They’ve managed to get here quicker than I thought they would. The siren is a nice touch.”

  Huh? She shook away her confusion to focus on the important things. “Are the intruders still in Uncle Henry’s house?”