by Cari Z.
Table of Contents
Camellia
Book Details
Dedication
Chapter One: Tea for Two
Chapter Two: Beauty in Fragility
Chapter Three: Family Dynamics
Chapter Four: Finding Her Feet
Chapter Five: Preparation is Everything
Chapter Six: Poetry in Motion
Chapter Seven: Good Behavior
Chapter Eight: Finding Balance
Chapter Nine: Brand New Day
About the Authors
Danny doesn't expect much to come from the interview she has lined up through her modelling agency, who told her only that it involved tea and a kink convention. She thinks it won't be much more than wearing some strange outfit, sitting around, and getting easy money that she desperately needs.
What she gets instead is Lucy, a formidable woman in riding boots and a corset, who makes Danny want to please her without saying a word. By the end of the interview, Danny is convinced that her new job isn't going to be anywhere near as easy as she first believed. Can Danny make the woman determined to keep her at the end of her riding crop let her into her heart as well as her bed?
Book Details
Camellia
Camellia Book One
By Cari Z. and Caitlin Ricci
Published by Less Than Three Press LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.
Edited by Amanda Jean
Cover designed by Aisha Akeju
This book is a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.
First Edition May 2014
Copyright © 2014 by Cari Z. and Caitlin Ricci
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 9781620043561
For everyone who's not afraid to try
a little something different
The metal sign that projected out from the shop read Camellia in curling script, the word cradled by delicate painted flowers that looked almost real. The shop itself was set up in a row house, one of many little boutique stores tucked away on Lark Street. The exterior was weathered red brick, and empty flower boxes lined the front window. In the warmer months they were probably beautiful, but in December, they just looked a little sad.
Danny got out of her car; an old VW Beetle her dad had fixed up for her as a graduation gift, and fed the meter. She had just enough change for an hour. Surely that would be more than enough to do the interview and hopefully get the gig. Most employers who were looking for "alternative models" in the city of Albany went to her agency, and Danny hoped to be a popular choice soon, though she wasn't quite there yet. She had some gorgeous tattoos, ranging from brilliant explosions of color on each of her forearms to the grayscale raven that decorated her chest right above her heart. She grew her dark hair out long enough to mimic anything from a pin-up girl to a geisha, and teaching yoga at the local YMCA helped her stay in photo-worthy shape. She had been at this modelling thing for only a few months, but the jobs she'd had were promising, and the agency had assured her of more soon if this one worked out, because she'd done well at the shoots so far.
Not that this job was a photo shoot. Danny barely restrained an eye roll as she stepped over the curb and headed to the front door. Live model wanted for a kink convention was the headline of the email she'd received from her agency only a few hours ago. Wanting the work and the experience, she'd accepted it without giving it a second thought. She guessed that meant she'd probably be bent over a table and spanked for an audience, all while wearing squeaky black latex that would likely make her uncomfortably sweaty. Danny was pretty sure she could handle that sort of thing, though she hadn't done anything like it before. The bit with the tea, though … where was that supposed to come into it? She'd never been told to review a video before coming to an interview before, and all she'd gotten from the thing was that making tea wasn't always as simple as popping a mug in the microwave and hitting Start. Maybe if she'd had more time to go over the video, she might have gotten something useful from it. But that hadn't been possible.
Danny opened the door to the shop, stepped inside, and just … stopped for a moment. The bone-deep chill of the winter day melted away to welcoming warmth, and the air was filled with bright, grassy scents almost covering up a dark bitterness that might be chocolate. She looked around at the interior of the tea shop and felt a little like Harry Potter taking his first steps into Diagon Alley.
Camellia seemed a lot bigger on the inside than it had on the outside. The floor was a beautifully polished cherry wood, and the front of the shop had four little tables covered with lacey cloths, each one crowded with people sipping tea. Up and to the left looked like where a customer would place their order, and there was a line of people almost as far back as the front door waiting patiently for service from the two baristas.
On the other side of the shop was a series of long shelves that stretched along the wall, and neatly stacked on each shelf was a series of carefully labeled ceramic containers. A slim young man wearing an apron and a serious expression scooped some of the loose tea from a jar and bagged it for an older woman, who thanked him profusely. She headed to the checkout to pay, and Danny stepped forward before another customer could divert his attention.
"Excuse me," she said, feeling a little gratified when he did a double take. She knew she looked good, in a tight red dress that perfectly matched her lipstick, a black leather jacket, red scarf, and knee-high boots, but it was always nice to get a confirmation. Admiration made bearing the cold a little bit easier. "I've got an appointment with Lucy Culpepper. Could you tell me where to find her?"
"Are you Miss Breaker?" Danny nodded. "Miss Culpepper said you'd be coming by. She's in her office. Would you follow me?" She nodded again, and the young man led her past more shelves and small, tasteful displays featuring teapots, mugs, and one china service set decorated with marigolds that made Danny's fingers twitch with a desire to pick a cup up and just hold it, just to admire it for a while. She mentally snorted at herself. Breakers were coffee people. They didn't drink tea, and they certainly didn't drink it out of ceramic so delicate she could almost see the light shining through it.
"Miss Danielle Breaker, I presume?"
Danny looked up at the sound of the gentle, faintly British voice behind her and turned to face the woman, her eyes going wide as she caught sight of her surprising outfit. From the elaborate strawberry blonde braid that fell down her back to the tips of her shiny black riding boots, this woman exuded class. She wore a flowing poet-style cream shirt tightly fitted under a brown corset that screamed steampunk to Danny, with its brass rings and buckles decorating the front panel. Though little of her skin was exposed, the corset and tight riding pants she wore left nothing to Danny's over-active imagination.
Though she was surprised by the woman's outfit, it was her eyes that ultimately refused to let Danny go. Or, more specifically, the way in which she was looking at Danny. Like she was somehow unimpressed with her before Danny even opened her mouth. It wasn't a look Danny was familiar with or found herself particularly liking.
But the look also made Danny want to step up to the challenge, whatever it would be. "I usually like to be called Danny, but you can use Danielle if you really prefer it," she said, bristling under the woman's discerning stare as she stuck out her hand and tried not to be defensive.
She took Danny's offered hand in her own and gave it a firm, brief shake before pulling away. "I appreciate your punctuality. Dalton," she turned to address the young man, "Bring the covered tray I've prepared to the
ceremonial tea room. Miss Breaker, follow me, if you please." Lucy turned and walked away at a brisk pace.
Danny trailed along behind her through a narrow, dimly lit hallway until Lucy turned into a brightly colored room awash with rich purples, greens, and reds. The room's only window was shut; naturally, the view through it shielded by a sheer purple curtain. The rest of the four walls were solid brick, mostly hidden and softened by long, elegant pieces of fabric that were draped all around the room. The effect was pretty, and Danny wondered if Lucy did it herself or if she'd had someone else do it for her. Multiple chairs and a few chaise lounges sat around a low ebony coffee table in the middle of the room. The colors made the room feel exotic, a lot less like winter in Albany and more like summer in the Caribbean. It kind of made Danny wish for a Mai Tai.
"Have a seat," Lucy said. She indicated a chair across from her as she took a place in the largest one at the coffee table: an antique wingback with a green and gold swirled pattern. Danny sat down across from her and made herself comfortable on its silky fabric. It was pretty cozy for something she was a little afraid of breaking.
"Let's get started, then. Please tell me about your most recent job?" Lucy asked her. "I have reviewed your résumé, admittedly briefly, as the previous model only quit this morning, but would prefer to hear the details from you."
Danny was used to people with clipboards and manila folders that read over her resume and looked at her headshots while obviously wondering what she had under her clothes. Lucy appeared to simply be making conversation with her, and the difference between her last experience with a client and this one was startling. Danny found herself relaxing and offered Lucy a small smile, which she was surprised to see her return, her perfectly painted red lips parting and her stiff porcelain expression cracking for an instant, dissolving the illusion of the prim British woman that Danny had started with.
"A car company wanted shots with next year's model," Danny replied. It had been an easy job with a group of four other women, all of them dressed as sexed-up adaptations of jobs that had to do with cars. She'd been a mechanic, and the oil smudge they'd put on her cheek to make her look the part had made her break out. Not fun, but at least there hadn't been much to it. As far as the second modeling job of her life went, it wasn't too bad.
Lucy nodded. "Did you enjoy it?"
Danny pursed her lips and shrugged. "Sure. I didn't have to do much. Just standing around looking sexy and touching a car. Will this job be similar?"
Lucy tilted her chin toward her and folded her hands on her lap. "At times, possibly. At other times, decidedly not. Tell me, how long have you been with the modeling agency?"
Danny was used to getting asked these kinds of questions when she went to an interview. It was a way a client could professionally make simple conversation with her while satisfying their own curiosity. People always seemed to think that modeling was more glamorous than it really was. Danny didn't mind Lucy drawing things out, because she found that she was relaxing and becoming more comfortable with her as the minutes passed. "Three months."
"And what is your experience with BDSM?" Lucy continued, not missing a beat.
Okay, now that wasn't a standard question Danny'd heard so far, although given the job description it was one that she should have been ready for. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt for a moment but quickly pulled her hands away from the fabric, not wanting to appear nervous. "Like kinky stuff? Not a whole lot. I know I wasn't your first choice for this job, so thank you for giving me a chance, and I did read about what you need. From what I remember my agency sending me, it's a two day kink event next weekend and, if you like me, I'll be wearing different custom-made outfits while doing some demonstrations."
Lucy pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for a moment. Danny found herself tracking that movement despite trying not to, and told herself that yeah, Lucy was freaking gorgeous, but totally off-limits.
"BDSM is a spectrum, everything from couples wanting to try something new for the weekend to exclusive clubs set up to host the darkest carnal pleasures a mind can imagine. Many people think there has to be an element of pain involved, but I prefer to use a light tap for correction, as, if you agreed to do this, I would be doing with you. I prefer to delve into the more psychological side of such a relationship, and though I'm not involved in the local scene as I prefer to have privacy when it comes to my activities, I don't judge those who feel comfortable expressing themselves in any way they choose. Do you?"
Danny blinked at her, wondering which part of that she was supposed to respond to as her mind swirled around the idea of Lucy somehow lightly correcting her. "Do I what?"
Lucy's lips thinned into a tight smile and her gaze sharpened. "Do you judge those that you see openly involved in the BDSM lifestyle?"
"No. I try not to judge anyone," Danny replied hastily as a faint blush crept over her cheeks. With her friends and family, her sexuality wasn't a secret, but she knew how bad it felt to be judged for the things she liked, for things she couldn't help.
"I realize you only received this job offer and the video along with it this morning, but did you happen to have a chance to watch it?" Lucy asked her, apparently moving on.
Danny nodded, feeling some relief at the new question. "Yeah, I did. Though it was only briefly. I'm sorry, but I didn't have time to do more with it than that."
"Understandable. What did you think of it?" Lucy asked, trailing one finely manicured hand over the brass buttons going down her corset.
Danny became aware she was staring and tried to fight it. She needed to refocus. "It was fine. Easy enough, I think."
Lucy smiled. "I'm pleased that you think so. It was the simplest form of the Japanese tea ceremony that I had video for, and I thought it would make for an adequate test of how much you actually want the job. Ah, Dalton, lovely." She looked over as he entered and gestured to the low table between them. "Set the tray down here, please."
The tray wasn't the gaudy, silvery kind Danny had been expecting. It looked like bamboo, and the implements on top of it weren't delicate cups and saucers. Instead there was a squat iron pot with a bamboo ladle and a pale pink silk cloth beside it, a black lacquered round box decorated with golden cranes, and a slender bamboo scoop. Finally there was a bamboo whisk that look like it would break if worked too vigorously, and a bowl that was black on the outside, dark red on the inside.
"It's hardly everything we would need for a proper tea ceremony, but this contains the most important pieces," Lucy said, rearranging the tray so that the implements faced Danny. "Do you recall these from the video?"
"Yes … ?" Honestly, Danny had spent a few minutes stuck at red lights glancing at the thing on the way over. How was she supposed to know she'd be tested on it? What did making tea have to do with modeling?
"You sound rather uncertain." There it was, that note of disapproval, almost dismissal. Like Danny wasn't good enough to make her tea. "Perhaps I should go back to the agency and request someone with specific knowledge of this ceremony, though I do appreciate your time."
"You haven't even given me a chance," Danny snapped. Lucy's pale gaze instantly zeroed in on her face, and Danny unconsciously shrank back into her chair. That was a look that she recognized, a look Danny had seen a thousand times over in her life from everyone from her father to her agent; a look of intense scrutiny and expectation. Danny had stopped letting it affect her by the age of five, but for some reason she wasn't able to do that with Lucy. Instead she just felt breathless with nervousness.
"I'm more than happy to give you a chance," Lucy said after a moment. "You only have to grasp it. Go on then, prepare the tea. Reproduce as much of the content from the video as you can, and feel free to ask for direction as you proceed."
Oh, like that was going to happen. After being doubted already, Danny wasn't about to ask her for help, even though part of her wanted to, just so she could hear that low, lovely voice for longer. Fine, making tea. It couldn't be that ha
rd, could it?
Start with the water. Danny went to lift the top off the pot, then gasped and snatched her hand back at the incredible heat of the iron lid. Hot, shit, there was hot water in there. Danny cursed herself for her own stupidity, though in all fairness she'd thought it would have cooled down some by now. When she nuked her instant coffee in the mornings, it didn't stay hot as long as this pot seemed to. She picked up the cloth, letting the ladle slide off it, and used that to remove the top. Then she picked up the ladle, scooped out a steaming cup of water, and brought it over to the bowl. Danny was so focused on trying to remember the next part of the video that she tried to pour it too quickly, and the stream of water overshot the bowl and splashed onto the tray.
"Shit." Danny put down the ladle and mopped up the water with the silk cloth, feeling her face heat. She didn't look over at Lucy. She didn't dare. Danny cleaned up the tray, then added the rest of the water to the pot. It was about a third of the way full—that wasn't enough, was it? She added another ladle's worth more carefully before setting it aside.
Okay, tea. Which could only be in the black lacquered box, so Danny pulled the top off and looked inside. It was full of green powder—right, this stuff was done with powder, not normal tea. Which was kind of gross as far as Danny was concerned, but it was the only option. She picked up the bamboo scoop and dipped it into the powder, then dumped that into the bowl of water. Hmm … probably not enough. Danny added a second scoop, then a third. The tea clumped awkwardly, and Danny knew she should mix it in, but the whisk wasn't long enough to reach the bottom of the bowl with this much water in it; when she'd tried to use the whisk her fingertips were scalded. So Danny used the scoop instead, mixing the powder in as best she could. The tea stayed clumpy, and Danny knew that she had screwed this process up royally. She put the scoop back down on the tray, wincing at the trail of sludgy green it left in its wake, and finally looked over at Lucy.