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© 2005, Felicia Forella Reviews For BLANCHE'S DESIRE by Felicia Forella No reviews posted yet. Sample Chapter For BLANCHE'S DESIRE by Felicia Forella Her orgasm teased at her senses. Waves of pleasure pulsed through her veins on a crash course for her crotch. She needed to come, she had to come. Her very sanity depended on it. One hand tormented the sensitized skin surrounding her nipple, taunting the hard peak without actually granting the firm touch it desired. Her other hand clutched the vibrator as it stroked a steady rhythm over her clit, drawing her nerve endings closer and closer to Nirvana. Blinding white tension crested, and her skin tingled in preparation for orgasmic release. Her entire focus narrowed to the sensations resonating from between her legs. “Blanche! Blanche, where are you?” Dammit, dammit, dammit. Blanche Sullivan’s hand jerked away from her clit, taking her new vibrator and images of her fantasy man with it. Instead of soaring off the precipice in splendid release as she anticipated, her body crashed off a cliff like someone had tied boulders to her ankles and tossed her out like yesterday’s trash. She struggled off her bed, straightened her skirt, and stomped to her bedroom door, but not before tucking her trusty “friend” underneath the mound of pillows. Today had held special promise, thanks to the new toy delivered in a discreet brown paper package over the weekend. A new toy she’d named Payton, in honor of the man with the sexiest voice she’d ever heard. The man starring in her fantasies. Looked like she’d have to wait until next week to see if the “satisfaction guaranteed” in the ad lived up to the hype. Couldn’t her brothers survive five minutes without her? She took Wednesday afternoons off for a reason: her own personal mental health time. Her only time alone, away from the seven freaking mother hens—also known as her brothers. She muttered a silent thanks that she hadn’t bothered to undress completely when she arrived home. It had been just as easy to strip off her undies and bra from underneath her lightweight summer dress. Several choice and creative expletives gathered on the tip of her tongue. But, she knew better than to engage any of her brothers in a verbal joust. They were masters of wicked teasing. Somebody had damn well better be dead. Or someone would be soon, if she had anything to say about it. “I’m up here,” she yelled out as she yanked open the door. She rubbed at her still erect nipples with the heel of her hand. Some things a brother should never see. “Thank goodness I found you.” Gary, her next-to-the-youngest brother, loped up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He all but skidded to a halt at the door of her cheery, pastel yellow bedroom. “The computer geek is at the office and Aaron is about to shit a brick. You need to get back there. Pronto.” There was no point in wasting her breath when her grumpy big brother Aaron decided to exercise his authority as the oldest, and head, of the family company. She smoothed her hands along her skirt as she stomped down the steps, leaving Gary in her wake. Just because she’d been robbed of prime masturbation time didn’t mean she had to like it one little bit. Life really sucked some days. Seven brothers named in alphabetical order from “A” all the way to “H,” with the exception of her “B,” managed to intimidate every man who so much as smiled at her. Thank goodness for her trusty battery operated boyfriend, or she’d have gone nuts long ago. Celibacy may have been forced on her, but sexual frustration was not an option. Today she hadn’t even gotten that small piece of satisfaction. An old Rolling Stones song popped into her head. She snatched her purse from the small table by the door, slipped on her sandals, and huffed her way outside. Half way out the door, she realized she’d neglected to wash her hands. Risking Aaron’s wrath for the slight delay, she ran to the powder room in the entrance hall, leaving Gary standing unexpectedly alone by the front door. When she stepped out on the sprawling porch, the truck’s V8 engine rumbled under the hood, all those horses waiting just for her. The running truck provided a testament to Aaron’s nasty mood and Gary’s desire to fetch her back to the office ASAP. Blanche yanked open the heavy door of the Chevy truck. Gripping the handle on the inside roof, she pulled herself up onto the seat. She had barely clicked her seatbelt before the tires spun out, spitting chunks of gravel in their wake. The jarring of her teeth increased along with the speed. She flipped down the visor. “Explain,” she barked at her brother. “Why does Aaron have his balls in a twist this time?” “I told you already. The computer geek showed up and Aaron expects you to be there.” A loud, feminine humph filled the cab. “That’s not a valid reason.” Blanche had made all the arrangements for the computer technician’s appointment today. This was merely preliminary work before the real installation began tomorrow. She absolutely, positively did not need to be at the office of Seven Brothers Construction. She had made sure of that when she spoke on the phone with the computer company’s owner. He assured her that today was routine. As long as they could get into the office, she didn’t need to be there. Where she needed to be was back in her bed taking care of her urges while thinking about the company’s owner, Payton Young, or PC, as he preferred to be called. What a voice. The man had inspired all sorts of fantasies. Telltale tingles flooded her system. “Aaron says that since this computer bullshit was all your idea, you should be in the office to oversee every aspect of it. And you know how Mr. High-and-Mighty gets.” Gary shrugged his shoulders in a what-could-I-do gesture. Blanche knew exactly what she would do. She would go to the office, deal with the “problem,” go back home, and hopefully salvage some time for herself before the hungry horde staggered in for dinner. She wanted to take out her frustrations, all of them, on Gary. For all the good it would do. The poor kid didn’t deserve to be shot for following orders, even though it would have made her feel better. When Aaron barked, he brought everyone to heel. Some days, Blanche wondered if God asked “How high?” when Aaron yelled “Jump.” But of course He didn’t. Because if He did, her parents would still be alive. And if her parents were alive, she’d still be living a nice quiet, although boring, life in San Francisco working as a nice quiet, but very boring, office administrator. But her parents had died in a car crash, and she was back at the family compound working at the family business instead. Not exactly why she’d earned her MBA. Enough of these maudlin thoughts. Blanche grasped at the handle above the door with white knuckled tenacity as Gary whipped the truck around a sharp turn, one of many on the pitted gravel road between their house at the top of the mountain and the office at the bottom. Gary fancied himself a NASCAR driver. She imagined herself getting sick all over his lap. Well, if there was one thing her life wasn’t now, it was boring. Predictable, maybe. Being the only girl with seven brothers definitely made life interesting. Although celibate. Maybe one of these days she’d meet a guy who would stand up to her human chastity belt and ask her out. Maybe one day she’d meet a man who could see past her plain looks and full hips to make the effort. Her thoughts immediately turned back to PC. The man sounded sexier than any man had a right to be. She’d enjoyed their time together on the phone, debating the finer points of processor speeds and cable modems. His deep rumbling voice had tickled more than her fancy. Too bad he couldn’t be the one handling the work today. But why should he? Surely, a desk jockey like him had plenty of employees to handle the routine installation. That was too damn bad. Finding him in her office this afternoon would make orgasm interruptus well worth the frustration. And make fairy tales—and sexual fantasies—come true. * * * Reine camped in her car over her lunch break, parked in the far back corner of the parking lot. The five-story building in front of her housed QualComp, the IT company owned by Payton Young, the man she’d determined to win back at all costs. She hoped to catch a glimpse of him, coming or going. Just a brief glance sustained her through her day. Why did the man have to go and get a restraining order against her? The damn thing just made it more difficult for her when she only wanted to say “hello” to him. He had to come back to her soon. He just had to. She refused to accept the alternative. His lack of a social life over the last three months, since she’d insured that last hussy wasn’t a threat, encouraged Reine. It allowed him ample opportunity to remember how incredible their relationship had been, in and out of bed. It gave him time to realize they belonged together. Maybe she’d finally used enough witchcraft, and now nature could take over. Munching on her fast food lunch, she kept up a constant surveillance of the parking lot. She needed to leave soon in order to get back to work on time. If she didn’t get to see him now, she’d be forced to hang outside at his apartment complex later until he got home. She had to catch a glance of him every day. She just had to. * * * Payton Young crawled around the floor of the main office of Seven Brothers Construction, the Berber carpeting rough on his knees and the new carpet smell strong. He concentrated his attention on the area surrounding the office manager’s desk, assessing the amount of materials needed and the time it would take to get her new computer up and running. He loved this part of the job, the pre-installation inspection. By all rights, he should have sent his cabling guy out to do the job. But, as much as he enjoyed the mental challenge involved in designing and implementing the perfect computer system for the customer, nothing compared to good old-fashioned physical labor. It was one of the important business lessons passed to him from his father, a successful businessman in his own right. One of the perks of being the owner of QualComp was the freedom to engage in all aspects of the business when he so chose. He so chose now. Lately, the office walls had been closing in on him, leaving him feeling very claustrophobic. He seized this opportunity when his regular cable guy needed time off to take his wife to the obstetrician. PC could do the job of any of his employees, except for maybe his secretary, a truly amazing woman. Hell, he had done most of the jobs at one time or another while he worked and saved and schmoozed until he’d become his own boss. Another of his father’s lessons—the importance of knowing every aspect of the business and respecting it. He ran his fingers along the wall, testing the strength of the carpet as he attempted to determine how to run the wiring necessary for the new state of the art computer system being readied back at QualComp’s main office. Walking on his knees, he made his way to the large L-shaped teak desk and crawled underneath it. The current configuration of wires defied order, and had to be tamed with the new system. He hated to drill a hole in the magnificent piece of furniture in order to neatly run the wires from the ground to the computer. He looked for another way. The office manager in question had told him she wouldn’t be in this afternoon, so he took advantage of her absence to work in her area. He hoped to inconvenience her as little as possible. He’d spent the last two weeks on the phone with her, planning every last detail of installing the new network system. She knew what she wanted, needed, and could get away with. At least as far as computers were concerned. Some part of him wanted to get to know her better. PC had been surprised when Aaron Sullivan showed him into the main offices. When Blanche described her older brother as a Scrooge and one of the last remaining dinosaur holdouts to the computer age, PC had expected the brother’s miserly tendencies to apply to all aspects of the business. But the room reeked of taste with rich,
teak furniture. He was equally impressed with the pictures of the company’s
projects hanging on the deep cream colored walls. With a voice like hers, PC had been content to let her talk. Never before had motherboards and RAM caused him to walk around hiding a stiffy long after the call ended. Even a dial tone could be embarrassing when he picked up the phone to call Seven Brothers. He was almost relieved by her planned afternoon off. Her husky, whiskey smooth voice went straight to his dick. He’d anticipated their every phone contact, refusing to allow any of his sales staff to work with her. He’d even gone so far as to make up reasons to call her. He had it bad for the sound of her voice. His vivid imagination conjured up images of a woman with the best—combined characteristics of Nicole Kidman and Marilyn Chambers. Unfortunately, he knew from experience that few people came close to matching the image he formed of them while talking on the phone. This was one fantasy he preferred to leave intact rather than risk his primo monkey spank fuel. He’d get in, do this inspection, and get out refreshed and feeling less confined. His best techs prepared the equipment back at his main office and were more than qualified to handle the rest of the job. He’d never see the inside of this office again. Except in his imagination when he pictured Blanche sprawled on top of her desk with a satisfied smile on her lips. She would remain a mystery woman. It was safer that way. He’d never, ever, been so affected by the simple sound of a woman’s voice before. But that didn’t mean he wanted to screw up a good fantasy, no matter how desperately he needed to get out from behind his desk and the crush of running a successful business while making his father proud. He rotated a shoulder and cracked his neck from side to side as he worked. His chiropractor loved him when he did more than desk work. He joked that PC had financed his oldest kid’s college education. PC was not amused. A loud chirp and a soft breeze alerted him to the fact that someone had entered the office. The rhythmic slap of shoes stopped at what he assumed to be the middle of the large reception area. As he scooted around beneath the desk to make his presence known, he brushed his cheek against the rough carpet and paused to swipe at the spot. A pair of sun-kissed calves greeted him, rising up from open-toed, low-heeled sandals. Pink polished toenails teased him. Craning his neck to look up, he caught a glimpse of the sexiest knees he’d ever seen and the loose flowing skirt flirting with them. He scooted to get out from under the desk to see if the rest of the body looked as promising as the limited view. And then he heard it. That voice. “Son of a bitch. If the cable guy left already and Aaron dragged me in here for no good reason, I’m going to be forced to nail Aaron to a wall somewhere. And where the hell is Aaron?” Regardless of her threatening tone, it was her voice—the one that haunted him. The voice that sent him running for the baby oil. Now what? Did he show himself and ruin the fantasy? Did he hide and let her leave? Stupid question. He was a gentleman,
one who would make his presence known. Clearing his throat, PC pushed to his feet with the grace borne of natural athleticism and kept that way thanks to his handy chiropractor. She had moved around to the back of the desk just as he stood, his sudden appearance startling her even as he’d tried not to. She jumped back slightly. The movement caused her flowing skirt to flare up, giving him a cock twitching view of fleshy thighs and—oh, dear God—no panties. Thank the great gods of nookie she surprised easily. Great, he thought, how the hell am I going to straighten up without embarrassing myself? He forced his thoughts on visions of his great aunts, which solved his bulging problem. “Blanche, I’m so sorry I startled you.” His internal lie detector went off big time with that whopper. He brushed off his palms on his khakis before extending a hand. “Do I know you?” She cautiously extended her arm. He could see the confusion on her face. Her very attractive face. How do you like them apples? “PC. Payton. Young. From QualComp. We spoke on the phone. Often.” He wasn’t sure whether or not to be offended that she didn’t immediately recognize his voice. He kept speaking as her face softened and she gripped him in a firm handshake. His thoughts immediately sank into the gutter with thoughts of her hands wrapped around his erect dick. What was it about this woman, or rather her voice, that had his little head taking control of his big one? PC took further opportunity to check out the body behind the luscious voice. For once in his life, his impressions had failed him in a good way. The woman with her palm pressed to his exceeded his fantasies. Wavy jet-black hair caressed her shoulders, framing an oval shaped face, wide gray eyes stared at him, plump red lips parted in surprise. And her body. Sweet mother of mercy. High, pert, unbound breasts that would more than overflow his large hands taunted him. Where those puppies real? Who the hell cared? She filled out her conservative sundress with lush womanly curves. Here stood a woman with hips he could sink his fingers into as he sunk his dick into her sweet warm pussy. Crap, there went that little head trying to assert dominance again. And speaking of dominance... No, best not to go there. He’d be forced to think of his great aunts again if he did. A tug at his hand shifted his thoughts back to the present. Blanche freed her hand, fingering the fabric of her skirt. “Payton, I didn’t expect to see you here. When my brother told me that the computer geek had shown up, I just assumed...” He let her trail off into embarrassed silence. “It’s PC, remember? Please, at least that’s what all my friends call me. You never guessed that the head geek would be crawling around your office?” He chuckled, only to stop when she blushed. “I like to get my hands dirty. In fact, I’ve been feeling a little cooped up in my office lately so I insisted on doing this install alone.” When the hell had he dreamed up that brilliant plan? When he saw a goddess, that’s when. PC knew he’d do just about anything to spend some more time in her company, even if only for a couple of days. “I just wish your brother hadn’t seen fit to interrupt your time off.” Well, if that wasn’t a whopper of a lie, he didn’t know what was. With all the lies he’d told in the last couple of minutes, he felt like Pinocchio, only it wasn’t his nose that was growing. He’d be forever grateful to her brother for making her show up. If she hadn’t, he’d never have known what he was missing. “Aaron is a bit of a control freak.” Did he catch a twinkle in her eye? “Well, as much as I’m sorry he disturbed your day off, I have to admit that I’m glad he did. Otherwise, I might never have gotten to meet the lovely woman in front of me.” And with any luck, she’ll be underneath me before long. |