“Hey Tasha” she says, the cheer in her voice gone. “You’re home already?” I ask, hearing no noise in the back ground. “Yeah, my date was kind of a disaster. It was terrible actually.” And she manages a short laugh. “I’m sorry to hear that, I say, feigning empathy. “Do you want to hear about it over a cocktail?” she asks me. “We can celebrate after all.” “That would be wonderful, I’ll pick you up in a half hour.” I tell her, already in the midst of changing my clothes. “It’s a date, she says teasingly.” I smile as I hang up the phone. Maybe something will come out of all this…I wonder.
Chapter Sixteen
Tasha picks me up right on time and we chat the whole way to the bar. I tell her about my horrible date. How he was late to the restaurant, talked about his ex the whole time and the fact that he was a big ‘gamer’ and spent his free time playing until the wee hours of the night. “I barely got a word in!” she exclaimed, half laughing at this joker of a guy. He ordered the most expensive dish and then wanted to split the bill! He even ordered a bottle of red wine even after he had asked and I told him I preferred white.” “Really?” Tasha says in disbelief. She looks kind of smug and I get the feeling she is happy my date went so poorly. Somehow this doesn’t upset me but rather makes me feel more desired.
We get to the bar and the questions come out. “I didn’t know you were actively dating, Michelle.” She inquires. “Well, I decided to give it another go after realizing how lonely I was. It had been three years since my last long-term relationship and I was ready to try to find someone to share my life with. I don’t know, lately I have had no luck. After tonight though, I remember why I stopped in the first place. Dating can be hard and emotionally draining. When it’s great, it’s great but when it’s bad, it’s the worst!” and I finish off the last sip of my cocktail. Tasha orders me another drink and we talk about her dating life, how she had a serious relationship with a woman for a few years but it didn’t work out…I ask her personal questions, being the naive straight girl, I get away with it. We laugh for hours and our bodies get closer to each other. I feel the heat of the alcohol and the rush of arousal in my body. I know that I want her. I lean into her and look her deep in the eyes. Tasha doesn’t hesitate and she kisses me. Her lips are soft and warm and just as I imagined they would be. Her tongue slips in and rolls over my lips, sending shivers down my back. “Let’s go back to my place.” I say. “I would love that.” Tasha responds and pays the bill quicker than I’ve ever seen.
Before my front door even closed, my tank top slid over my shoulders and above my head, my black lace bra on display, my chest heaving with anticipation. I bit my lip and my gaze met hers. A flash of nervousness danced across my eyes, I could feel it, but a slow smile quickly replaced it. She took my face in her hands and kissed me, her lips, the softest I have ever felt. I pressed my torso against hers and the heat of her body transferred to me. My fingers ran up her back, I had to see the rest of her. I lifted her shirt off, she unclasped my bra and I stood bare before her. Her eyes widened and she shook her head in complete awe of me. I had never felt so desired before as she took all of me in. Tasha leaned in to kiss me again, this time more passionately. Her tongue slid inside my mouth, warm and full of lust. I pressed her body against mine and took in her scent. I rolled down my jeans and she began rolling hers off, too. She stood before me, her tan body, lithe and gorgeous, her breasts still hidden under her sports bra. She was athletic and perfect. I had never wanted anyone this badly. She took my hand in hers and lifted me up, my legs wrapped around her waist, our lips locked together. As we kissed, she placed her hand underneath me and carried me upstairs. Laying me on her bed, she climbed on top of me. My heart raced as she trailed kisses down my body. I felt the heat rush through my body as her lips landed on my nipple, sucking it gently. Her tongue made circles around it, flicking it and arousing me more in the process. I let out a deep sigh and ran my fingers through her hair. Before I realized what I was doing, my hands had made their way between her legs. My fingers slid inside and I could tell immediately how aroused she was. Using her strength, she took my arms and flipped me over so I was on top. I straddled her and she took off her sports bra. I took her breasts in my hands and pressed them together, using my tongue to caress them. Her fingers slipped off my underwear and then inside me. A quiet gasp escaped my lips as she hit the right spot. “Men never find that so quickly” I giggled, she laughed and reached up to pull me closer, all the while moving inside me. My breath quickened and matched hers, I had to have her. As I began to grind on her soft thigh, I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror. Then I saw her eyes look up at me and she glanced into the mirror too. Our bodies were intertwined, skin on skin. My blonde hair falling over my face and my shoulders, my breasts heaving up and down, her nipples peaking up, hard and pink, it was the most beautiful and yet the hottest thing I had ever seen. “Like what you see?” she asked coyly. “Taking up mind reading?” I asked sarcastically back. I leaned down to kiss her and whispered in her ear, “I do like what I see….” With the turn of her fingers, she made me cry out. I clenched up, tightened and released into the strongest sensation I had ever felt, and the best part? It kept going.
Chapter Seventeen
The light shines through the windows and casts shadows over the bed. I’m draped in her arms and have never felt happier than at this moment. Between kisses and caresses, we make breakfast and eat it in bed. We’re playful and our lips are never apart for more than a few minutes. However, our peaceful, sensual morning comes to an abrupt halt when Tasha’s phone rings. Of course, it’s her brother. Weeks had passed without incident but here it was again. It seemed it would always be this way. This time, it’s William calling himself. He needs a ride somewhere. Michelle is annoyed because he can easily take public transportation. Tasha doesn’t seem to think that is the case. “I gotta go” she says and jumps out of bed. The harshness of her actions and the sudden way the mood had changed in the room, upset me more than I wanted to admit. “You’re always going to choose your brother over everything-over me, over yourself.” I say defiantly. “Michelle, we’ve had such a great weekend, don’t spoil it, please.” She stops and pleads with me. “I don’t think I’m the one doing the spoiling.” I say in a huff. “Just go.” Tasha leans in to kiss me but I turn my cheek. I remain quiet and Tasha leaves without saying goodbye. It was a horrible ending to what was a perfect weekend.
Chapter Eighteen
I’m speeding and I shouldn’t be but I want to get back to Michelle. She was right, he could have found a way to get somewhere. He always finds a way, unless it doesn’t suit him. I begin reflecting on the past and all the times I’ve helped him when I shouldn’t have. I pull into my driveway and William is already waiting for me. “You’re a bit late.” He says. He doesn’t even care he has ruined my weekend, I think. “Damn, him.” William keeps talking and doesn’t even ask about me or Michelle or even asks how I am for that matter. The more he talks, the angrier I become. When we pull into the station, I practically shove him out of the car. “This is it William” I shout at him. “There is no way I can keep doing this and expect you to change. Enjoy your trip and when you get back, prepare to get a job and your own place to live.” His jaw drops open but he says nothing. I’m sure he doesn’t believe me but what can I do but prove it to him. I drive off and head back to Michelle’s place to tell her the news.
Chapter Nineteen
Prompting Tasha to make a change has prompted me to make my own. As I hang up the phone with a non-profit organization, I feel hopeful for the first time in weeks. They want to interview me next week and I can see this being a really good thing for me. I need something to look forward to since this thing that was developing with Tasha is probably over. We just can’t see eye to eye and I can’t live with coming in second place when there is such an obvious solution. I can’t keep fighting for attention. I realize that the experience taught me a lot and that women are absolutely for me-but I deserve more. I begin to cry over
the fact that I finally found this wonderful person but already need to let her go when my door opens, and it’s her. She runs in and kisses me passionately. She tells me what happened with William. “I know he will figure it out, I’ll keep an eye on him but he has to figure this out for himself.” I am so shocked that I can’t help but smile. “This really is the best thing you could do for him-and for us.” I tell her. “I want to put the person I love first” she says. Now I don’t know what to say. “I love you too, Tasha. I really do.” She kisses her and pulls her close. Tasha reaches down and puts her fingers between my legs. I’m already wet at her touch. She picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Her tongue runs over my lips and I beg her to get down under the sheets. She pulls off my clothes and begins to ravish me. I slide on top of her press myself against her. I take her breasts in my mouth and we begin to move in sync with each other. Tasha pulls me up to her and kisses me deeply, “ I really love you, Michelle” she says. “I love you, too” Tash, I say and kiss her again. She takes my waist in her hands and moves me to the side. She pulls the covers uo above her head and disappears between the sheets. My back arches as I feel her between my legs. Her hands grazing my inner thighs as she teases me in between her slow and methodical caresses. Her warm breath covers me and her kisses follow. Her tongue pierced me as sharp as the words “I love you”. I quivered and writhed and my thighs pressed against her. Her pace quickened. I reached down to feel her and I grabbed her hand. She squeezed it back, our little gesture that is full of love and comfort. “I’m coming” I say as I moan and the heat spreads between my thighs. Tasha comes up for air and kisses me hard on the mouth. I taste myself, I taste her, I taste us. I bring her closer to me and as she lay on top of me, I smile at her. “I’m not done with you, yet” she says with a grin. “Oh, no?” I answer playfully. “We’ve got the whole night ahead of us, my love.”
The CEO
~ Bonus Story ~
A Contemporary Lesbian Romance
Today I wanted to make sure Danny and I kissed.
So I took control.
I reached out and touched her small hips. Her eyes locked on mine, and to my surprise, she didn’t move away.
I pulled her close to me, my lips crashing against hers. A soft moan passed through her lips as she reached out and wrapped her arms around my neck, her teeth grazed my lower lip. It was my turn to moan.
“You know, you don’t have to leave if you don’t want.” She whispered as she pulled away from our kiss…
(…)
“Natalie.”
My heart skipped a beat as she moaned my name.
“Lay back down.”
She ordered as she reached for a vibrator. My heart skipped a beat as I did what I was told. Not something that I was used to, though I had to admit I didn’t mind it too much coming from Danny.
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Chapter One
I glanced around the room, my eyes scanning under my long eyelashes. This was just like every night. Another night and another party to attend. Another charity event. This one for homeless dogs in Miami. At least it’s something worth it.
In this day and age, there were so many charity events and most of them were stupid. Most were run by billionaires who didn't even need the money but took it anyway. That's why I never donated to them. After all, why should I help pay for someone’s third vacation home? Not that they would ever go there, it was normally just a way to keep up with trends and remind everyone of just how well you were doing.
“You look about as unimpressed as I feel.”
The voice was soft, cool, and collected but there was still humor in there.
I glanced over. She had blonde hair with purple touching the ends. I liked it. Most people here just had blonde hair, or brown. No one liked to try anything different. She wore a simple black dress. There wasn’t much to it, but it flattered her every curve. My eyes roamed over her body for a fraction of a second before I spoke.
“I don’t believe we’ve met yet.”
“No, we haven’t. Although I’ve seen you around before. You come to these a lot. It must get boring, I’m sure you hear the same speeches over and over again.”
I laughed softly. I liked her. She was blunt. She was honest. That wasn’t something I saw around here a lot.
She had simple makeup, except the dark red lipstick, her long lashes batted for a fraction of a second as I made eye contact with her. My heart skipped a beat. Had she meant to bat her eyelashes at me like that? Really, you never know what way someone goes these days. A smile flicked over my lips. I could do a hell of a lot worse than having her bat her eyelashes at me, that was for sure.
“You’re right. I do come to a lot of these.” Every night most of the time. That was my job. That was how I contributed. “But I can’t say I’ve ever seen you before. Nor can I say I know your name.”
“If you wanted to know my name you should have just asked.” Her eyes sparkled as she stepped closer to me, closing what little distance there was. “You can call my Danny. My real name is Daniele.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Danny. You can call me Natalie.”
Daniele smiled widely. “So, how much did you donate today?”
“Well, after doing my research and being sure that the profits actually go to the charity and to, in this case, the dogs I decided that the donation should be sizable. I decided $20,000 would be alright. It took my father a little convincing but he came around. He’s not used to me suggesting we donate so much, but most of the charities are just a front to gain media exposure, money, and attention.”
She was met with a wide smile. “I was wondering just how much I should donate myself. So you say the money actually goes to help the dogs?”
“Yes. After my hours of research, I didn’t see anything that indicated otherwise and everything I did read suggested that the money went to the organization.”
“That’s good to know, I’m glad I came over here to talk to you.” Her eyes sparkled as she crossed her arms over her chest. She tilted her head to the left. “And here I was caught up by how beautiful you were, I didn’t realize you were smart too.”
My cheeks flushed. Flattery didn’t normally work on me. “Tell me about yourself, Danny?” I’d spent the entire time talking.
“There isn’t much to know. I work too much, I go to these things because... well, that’s what I’m supposed to do. When I have free time, I try to volunteer but I normally don’t have free time. Sadly, work is demanding. Honestly, I’m boring. I bet you’re much more interesting.”
“I’m not.” My eyes sparkled. I stepped past her and reached for a waiter coming up towards us. I took a wine glass with a smile. “I work just like you do. Except in my free time I’ve been trying to find a house. While I enjoy being close to my family I’m not quite a fan of living with them.”
“Really?” That seemed to peak Daniele’s interest. “Have you been to see any yet? Or have you even met with a realtor about what you’re looking for?”
“I’ve met with a few…” But they all seemed more interested in what I could give them. And they all seemed to have some idea of how much money my family had. “But nothing has quite worked out yet.”
“You know… I happen to know a wonderful agent… if I do say so myself, but I may be biased.” Daniele slipped her hand into her purse and pulled out a business card. I raised my eyebrow. Does she just carry around business cards for people she’s worked with?
Daniele grinned widely as she handed me the card. I looked down at the name on it. “So, your last name… is it French?”
A soft laugh passed through her lips. “Like I said, I may be biased about how good that agent is.” She glanced down at her watch. Her lips pursed. “But it’s getting late, I’d best be off. I’ve yet to make my donation and I wouldn’t want anyone to think I don’t care about the stray dogs. Especially if the money actually goes to them.”
“It was nice to meet you.” And I actually meant it.
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nbsp; It wasn’t very often that I actually meant that it was nice to meet someone at these events but tonight I could honestly say I meant it and that was refreshing. Danny was refreshing.
“Call me sometime so we can talk houses. Or just do dinner.”
The words shocked me, and before I could say anything she was gone. My head tilted to the left as I watched her, my eyes on her ass a little longer than I’d like to admit. She turned once and gave me a soft wave before vanishing to the other side of a door. My heart skipped a beat as I looked down at the card in my hand. Would I actually call her?
Maybe she is just trying to butter me up because she knows who I am. The thought popped into my head whenever someone was nice to me. And that was probably the reason I didn’t have friends. Or at least one of them. Still, I tucked the card into my purse. You never know when one of those cards I’ve collected might come in handy. I drained the wine glass in my hand and padded over to the small table of appetizers. I picked up a mini steak something or other and popped it into my mouth. Looking at the waitress who was taking empty plates away, I gave her a smile.
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