The writing desk...
Hello!
It's Hump Day again and with Customer Service
hitting kindles everywhere this week, I am finally back to my faithful writing desk!
Firstly let me say a huge thank you to everyone for their interest in Customer Service. It was tonnes of fun to write and it's great to hear such positivity from those of you who have read it!
Now onwards... I thought I'd include a snippet from the various on-going shorts and novella's I have. In this extract Jenna meets Pete for the first time... ;O)
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Buoyed by red wine and his obvious interest in me, I remember the fatal words that had left my lips…
“Wasn’t there a famous philosopher once who said that pain actually gives our lives meaning? Perhaps Duncan was trying to be meaningful…?”
As I mused out loud, I saw a flicker of something dark in his eyes. I liked it.
“Was there?” he asked, moving towards me, and leaning against the counter next to me. “Well, never mind about Duncan, Jenna. How would you like me to give your life some new meaning?”
I blinked up at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly, but knowing instinctively that I had. He met my eyes, assessing my responses very carefully. The truth was that the idea of Pete making my life meaningful was utterly alluring… too alluring actually. But I could never have articulated that to him… not so soon.
“Oh, is that what you’re into?” I replied, in my most light-hearted and sardonic tone. “You want to put me over your knee and spank me?”
As I asked the question, the image filled my mind, and I felt my sex liquefy at the prospect.
Pete raised one eyebrow at me, still smiling.
“Only if you wanted me to…” he said.
His voice was level and smooth. He was totally in control, whilst I felt like the room was starting to spin, and this time it wasn’t the red wine. I actually gulped – I couldn’t help it. I felt myself blushing at the realisation that this conversation was actually happening, and I was really enjoying it. I felt the colour crawl up my chest and neck, to my face.
He chuckled softly; obviously enjoying the effect he was having on me, and reached for my face. Gently, he traced his thumb down my flushed skin. His penetrating stare held me there, as he moved closer, brushing my hair back from my neck, and tracing an invisible line down from my cheek. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I was happily transfixed by this man – this complete stranger.
“Jenna, you are so hot,” he exclaimed, “and I really mean that!”
He smiled again, and it was just enough to break the now palpable tension between us. We laughed together, but even I could hear the edgy tension in my voice.
Pete took a step back, and turned to pour himself a drink.
“I’m sorry,” he said, facing me again, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I stared at him evenly; feeling for the first time that I was not on the back foot.
“Yes, you did,” I answered, “and don’t be sorry – I liked it.”
© Brandon 2013
Have a great week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
It's Hump Day again and with Customer Service
hitting kindles everywhere this week, I am finally back to my faithful writing desk!Firstly let me say a huge thank you to everyone for their interest in Customer Service. It was tonnes of fun to write and it's great to hear such positivity from those of you who have read it!
Now onwards... I thought I'd include a snippet from the various on-going shorts and novella's I have. In this extract Jenna meets Pete for the first time... ;O)
.........................................
Buoyed by red wine and his obvious interest in me, I remember the fatal words that had left my lips…
“Wasn’t there a famous philosopher once who said that pain actually gives our lives meaning? Perhaps Duncan was trying to be meaningful…?”
As I mused out loud, I saw a flicker of something dark in his eyes. I liked it.
“Was there?” he asked, moving towards me, and leaning against the counter next to me. “Well, never mind about Duncan, Jenna. How would you like me to give your life some new meaning?”
I blinked up at him, wondering if I had heard him correctly, but knowing instinctively that I had. He met my eyes, assessing my responses very carefully. The truth was that the idea of Pete making my life meaningful was utterly alluring… too alluring actually. But I could never have articulated that to him… not so soon.
“Oh, is that what you’re into?” I replied, in my most light-hearted and sardonic tone. “You want to put me over your knee and spank me?”
As I asked the question, the image filled my mind, and I felt my sex liquefy at the prospect.
Pete raised one eyebrow at me, still smiling.
“Only if you wanted me to…” he said.
His voice was level and smooth. He was totally in control, whilst I felt like the room was starting to spin, and this time it wasn’t the red wine. I actually gulped – I couldn’t help it. I felt myself blushing at the realisation that this conversation was actually happening, and I was really enjoying it. I felt the colour crawl up my chest and neck, to my face.
He chuckled softly; obviously enjoying the effect he was having on me, and reached for my face. Gently, he traced his thumb down my flushed skin. His penetrating stare held me there, as he moved closer, brushing my hair back from my neck, and tracing an invisible line down from my cheek. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I was happily transfixed by this man – this complete stranger.
“Jenna, you are so hot,” he exclaimed, “and I really mean that!”
He smiled again, and it was just enough to break the now palpable tension between us. We laughed together, but even I could hear the edgy tension in my voice.
Pete took a step back, and turned to pour himself a drink.
“I’m sorry,” he said, facing me again, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I stared at him evenly; feeling for the first time that I was not on the back foot.
“Yes, you did,” I answered, “and don’t be sorry – I liked it.”
© Brandon 2013
Have a great week,
Felicity Brandon
Fx
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