Uncensored (Teaser)

Happy Friday, my lovely Scribblers! 
I just wanted to give you guys a little teaser of one of my upcoming books, "Uncensored". It's a contemporary erotic romance novel centered around the relationship between college senior, Rosalind "Reaux" Myers; a passionate and highly-opinionated redhead majoring in Environmental Studies and Geology, and her would-be nemesis, Wayne Calvin; a charming, wealthy, and highly influential socialite and big-timer in the petroleum and natural gas industry, who behind closed doors is a highly sexual dominant with an especially intense fetish for the color red. 
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        (Part of) Chapter One

We all have those moments in life where we let hindsight get the better of us. Whether it's foraging through the depths of our souls to look for reasons why we left a lover, or searching our minds to try and understand how we could have possibly passed up an opportunity, we are creatures of constant second-guessing.
So, it's only natural that I would be sitting here now, wondering what my life might have been like if I had just turned down the assignment that I was offered. What if the company that I was interning for had given me another job instead of that one? And where would I be today if I had listened to that little whisper of a voice inside my head just this once-telling me to leave Calvin Gas and Oil the minute I walked through the big, cold steel doors? Then again, it's a slippery slope when you try to analyze every choice you've ever made, because you don't quite know how many regrets are going to be there waiting for you at the bottom of that hill.
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I was just about to begin my last semester of college when I was accepted into the internship program at BioDiverse, which was no small feat, I can assure you. There were around one hundred students who wanted the coveted spot at the prestigious environmental consulting firm. It was common knowledge that they turned us lowly interns into people who could pick whichever high paying job they wanted after graduating. There was even a rumor floating around about the last intern, who apparently was offered a position with not one, but twelve of the Fortune 500 companies.
Of course, I accepted their offer right away. It wasn't because I wanted the money that the experience would eventually earn, nor the boasting rights that I could now toss in the face of my family—who were all very vocal about the fact that switching from pre-med was the biggest mistake of my young life. No, it was none of those things, really. As pathetic as it sounds, the main reason why I jumped at the chance to work for BioDiverse, the “holy grail” of environmental consultant internships, was because I genuinely wanted to save the world.
While most people my age were doing their best to party as much as humanly possible before the real world began breathing down their necks, sleep with as many people as they could, and come up with new and inventive ways to beat the common hangover, I was trying to figure out how I would be able to stop the melting of the polar ice caps or organizing a rally against offshore drilling. As a result, I was the one in class who always had the opinions, rarelydrank anything stronger than a cup of coffee, and had never had sex.
It wasn't that I hadn't had the opportunity to make love before. In fact, there were a few times throughout school that I probably could have finally lost my virginity to some random guy who I'd met on campus. That wasn't who I was though. I wasn't the girl who slipped into bed with the first boy who came along. It's not that I was waiting for marriage, despite the fact that my father—who was as Catholic as they come—had made it very clear that he would disown me if I “let myself be compromised” before walking down the aisle at our church.
The simple truth was that it had just never happened for me. There hadn't been any lusty encounters in dark alleys or a gentle hand brushing in the halls that escalated into a full- blown steamy sex scene, like I'd read about in my roommate's stash of romance novels. Nothing particularly sensual had ever entered into the equation, even though there were times when I would have loved to have felt a firm grasp or a warm tongue. But when these thoughts lingered, the shame of them would send me further into my studies, and I would tuck the deep, mingling desires into the back of my mind. A girl who was raised in a strict Catholic home like I was shouldn't be dreaming about thrusting hips or quivering lips. Or so I thought.