would you follow me? (Wanderlust Part 1)
If I did a serial? Would you show up to find out what happens? I have a million projects that I'm juggling and there is a piece missing. A spark in my belly that makes me know I'm doing something solely selfish. Something flirty and fun, nasty and dirty. The most decadent of all: something just for me. No one else.
That's what Wanderlust will be. This is my little book. Written on the fly. Piece by piece. In between all the craziness of life.
I hope you'll come along. There's only one rule. You must be patient and kind. If for some reason I can't write...well, you'll have to wait. If i have typos and tiny mistakes, well that happens when you're working 'live' as it were. You may tell me if you find errors, in fact I want you to, but be kind. Remember. I'm doing this right before it posts. So, I'll not finding anything out much earlier than you. We're spying on these characters together.
Are you in? Gosh, I'd love to have you. Here we go...
Wanderlust
by Sommer Marsden
Part 1
He walked into the room balancing a tray that held martini glasses. His stock frame, shaved head and fighter's jaw looked off balance in the tux my father made his servers wear. I did a double take but pulled my attention back to Jackson.
"You in there, Really?" He'd been talking about a new corporation that dealt in prosthetic limbs.
"Aurelia's easily distracted," my father said to Jackson. Easy to joke when you're a big enough deal that you can not only run a multi-million dollar company but handpick your daughter's husband. No matter how repugnant she found him.
My biggest mistake in life was saying yes to my father's request to marry Jackson Seabring.
"I'm fine," I said, bored with them both. "I just need a drink."
They way he moved reminded me of a boxer or just a street thug. He always held his body in a wide stance so his core was stable. The tray looked balanced perfectly on his enormous hand but he appeared to be able to drop it—or use it as a shield—in an instant. I watched those startling blue eyes scan the room—always on the ready. For what? A flying glass of Merlot? Ninjas?
I snorted and no one paid a lick of attention. A bunch of investment bankers and traders wasn't what I considered a rocking good time or a hopping bunch of people to hang out with. I pushed through the crowd, leaving the two men in my life to talk about me as if I were a prop in their day to day living.
I snuck up behind him—partly to amuse myself—and tapped his broad shoulder with my finger. He didn't jump but he did turn in one smooth motion, his body aware and vigilant for attack. A scar bisected his eyebrow and I fought the urge to touch it. I had never wanted to kiss a stranger worse in my life.
And I wasn't even drunk. Yet.
"Hi, there." I studied him openly. If he didn't like it he could quit. Full lips that seemed almost too pink for a man. Stubble sprouted out of his chin even though he appeared to have just shaved recently. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones sharper. The only reaction he showed to me—besides polite boredom—was a barely noticeable narrowing of the eyes.
Something low in my belly tumbled over itself and a cold tickle of fear and excitement shivered up my back.
"Miss," he said.
I tsked at him, fucking with him, amusing myself in this sea of yawners. I wiggled my wedding set at him and his eyes tracked the gems and white-gold like a predator tracking its next meal. "You should always check. Technically, I'm a ma'am."
"Ma'am?" he amended.
"I see a whole tray of those horrible martinis. Could I bother you to get me a wine?"
"Red, white or blush?" he asked. Now that we were face to face—barely a piece of paper could fit between us because of the crowd—he looked everywhere but directly at me.
"Come on…um…" I waited.
He looked at me.
"My name is Aurelia. A horrible Latin name if I'm not mistaken. Which is why everyone calls me Really."
He just kept looking at me.
"And you are?"
"Johnny," he said, clenching his jaw. Was I annoying Mr. Waiter boy?
I smiled. "Good. Now, like I was about to say, Johnny. Who drinks blush?"
He shrugged. "My question is who cares," he growled.
That's sort of when I fell in love with Johnny.
"Red," I said.
He nodded once and something in his face shifted. He didn't seem to mind when, jostled from behind, he was shoved into me. Whoever shoved him probably thought no big deal about shoving the help. That same person probably would have been mortified to know they'd shoved the big wall of a man right into me. Little old Aurelia "Really" Blake. I laughed, gripping his hips, when he was shoved harder against me.
"Red it is," he said softly. I let him go. His face hovered over mine and the energy that zipped and skittered off him made my face hot and my skin tight. "Good girl."
The words good girl seemed to reach into my gut and flex with tight greedy fingers. Lust. That's what it was.
"You know what? Why don't I come with you to make sure you get the right kind. I'm pretty much a wine snob. I'll follow you." I let my hand brush his arm on purpose this time. Just for a moment. The touch was enough to make me feel like a mild electric current was running over my bare skin.
It was very easy for me to imagine him naked over me. It was very easy to imagine being entered by this man. Held down, pinned, kissed, worshipped.
I cleared my throat as he watched my face. How had we become the eye of a human storm of bodies? It was like none of them existed. It was the oddest thing I'd ever experienced.
"Well," I breathed, trying to sound annoyed. "Are we going to go?"
"Sure thing," Johnny said. It was his turn to grin.
STAY TUNED...
That's what Wanderlust will be. This is my little book. Written on the fly. Piece by piece. In between all the craziness of life.
I hope you'll come along. There's only one rule. You must be patient and kind. If for some reason I can't write...well, you'll have to wait. If i have typos and tiny mistakes, well that happens when you're working 'live' as it were. You may tell me if you find errors, in fact I want you to, but be kind. Remember. I'm doing this right before it posts. So, I'll not finding anything out much earlier than you. We're spying on these characters together.
Are you in? Gosh, I'd love to have you. Here we go...
Wanderlust
by Sommer Marsden
Part 1
He walked into the room balancing a tray that held martini glasses. His stock frame, shaved head and fighter's jaw looked off balance in the tux my father made his servers wear. I did a double take but pulled my attention back to Jackson.
"You in there, Really?" He'd been talking about a new corporation that dealt in prosthetic limbs.
"Aurelia's easily distracted," my father said to Jackson. Easy to joke when you're a big enough deal that you can not only run a multi-million dollar company but handpick your daughter's husband. No matter how repugnant she found him.
My biggest mistake in life was saying yes to my father's request to marry Jackson Seabring.
"I'm fine," I said, bored with them both. "I just need a drink."
They way he moved reminded me of a boxer or just a street thug. He always held his body in a wide stance so his core was stable. The tray looked balanced perfectly on his enormous hand but he appeared to be able to drop it—or use it as a shield—in an instant. I watched those startling blue eyes scan the room—always on the ready. For what? A flying glass of Merlot? Ninjas?
I snorted and no one paid a lick of attention. A bunch of investment bankers and traders wasn't what I considered a rocking good time or a hopping bunch of people to hang out with. I pushed through the crowd, leaving the two men in my life to talk about me as if I were a prop in their day to day living.
I snuck up behind him—partly to amuse myself—and tapped his broad shoulder with my finger. He didn't jump but he did turn in one smooth motion, his body aware and vigilant for attack. A scar bisected his eyebrow and I fought the urge to touch it. I had never wanted to kiss a stranger worse in my life.
And I wasn't even drunk. Yet.
"Hi, there." I studied him openly. If he didn't like it he could quit. Full lips that seemed almost too pink for a man. Stubble sprouted out of his chin even though he appeared to have just shaved recently. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones sharper. The only reaction he showed to me—besides polite boredom—was a barely noticeable narrowing of the eyes.
Something low in my belly tumbled over itself and a cold tickle of fear and excitement shivered up my back.
"Miss," he said.
I tsked at him, fucking with him, amusing myself in this sea of yawners. I wiggled my wedding set at him and his eyes tracked the gems and white-gold like a predator tracking its next meal. "You should always check. Technically, I'm a ma'am."
"Ma'am?" he amended.
"I see a whole tray of those horrible martinis. Could I bother you to get me a wine?"
"Red, white or blush?" he asked. Now that we were face to face—barely a piece of paper could fit between us because of the crowd—he looked everywhere but directly at me.
"Come on…um…" I waited.
He looked at me.
"My name is Aurelia. A horrible Latin name if I'm not mistaken. Which is why everyone calls me Really."
He just kept looking at me.
"And you are?"
"Johnny," he said, clenching his jaw. Was I annoying Mr. Waiter boy?
I smiled. "Good. Now, like I was about to say, Johnny. Who drinks blush?"
He shrugged. "My question is who cares," he growled.
That's sort of when I fell in love with Johnny.
"Red," I said.
He nodded once and something in his face shifted. He didn't seem to mind when, jostled from behind, he was shoved into me. Whoever shoved him probably thought no big deal about shoving the help. That same person probably would have been mortified to know they'd shoved the big wall of a man right into me. Little old Aurelia "Really" Blake. I laughed, gripping his hips, when he was shoved harder against me.
"Red it is," he said softly. I let him go. His face hovered over mine and the energy that zipped and skittered off him made my face hot and my skin tight. "Good girl."
The words good girl seemed to reach into my gut and flex with tight greedy fingers. Lust. That's what it was.
"You know what? Why don't I come with you to make sure you get the right kind. I'm pretty much a wine snob. I'll follow you." I let my hand brush his arm on purpose this time. Just for a moment. The touch was enough to make me feel like a mild electric current was running over my bare skin.
It was very easy for me to imagine him naked over me. It was very easy to imagine being entered by this man. Held down, pinned, kissed, worshipped.
I cleared my throat as he watched my face. How had we become the eye of a human storm of bodies? It was like none of them existed. It was the oddest thing I'd ever experienced.
"Well," I breathed, trying to sound annoyed. "Are we going to go?"
"Sure thing," Johnny said. It was his turn to grin.
STAY TUNED...
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