Conor leaned across the desk, swung his hand around and grabbed Roy by his tie right up at the neck. He yanked the tie, slamming Roy’s chest against the edge of his desk. Sweat beaded across Conor’s forehead and his vision blurred in his rage.
“The investigation was routine for an accident of that sort. But the reporter overheard the conversation with the police and wanted to blow up the story. I paid the police nothing.” Continue reading
Conor sat back and studied Roy and Marie. Relief was written all over Roy’s body from his relaxed shoulders to the way he held the canister in one hand at his side rather than clutching it to his chest.
Marie, however, crossed her arms under her breasts and narrowed her eyes. Roy was of average to short height and Conor guessed that in heels, Marie probably stood as tall as him. Odd that after her defiant years in college she’d let Roy run her life at all. But it didn’t sound like she was going to be agreeable now.
She said, “Actually, I was in negotiations with Conor. I think he has a more interesting job for me at his floral distributor.” Continue reading
Conor leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers together. Marie glared at him with her nose turned up, defying him to say no to her request to become a florist. He said, “You want to do floral arrangements? There’s a lot of training that goes on. It’s not something you can jump into.”
“So get them to train me.”
Conor rocked back just a bit in his chair. He recalled that Roy had told him she’d attended Bryn Mawr. “What did you study at Bryn Mawr?” Continue reading
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“Conor Grishin is going to be a partner at Ma Charisse?” asked Letti with her hands on her hips. Her French manicured nails seemed like small weapons—like she was already preparing for war with Conor. Continue reading
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Charisse focused snip to snip. The gray haired woman was a regular customer who kept her hair short. Charisse didn’t want to mess it up just because she had a Billionaire trying to take over her business.
Snip. Comb. Snip.
She needed to tell her lady luvs what was going on. This would be completely out of the blue to them no matter what. But it seemed like it would be worse if she told them before she had all the details. Marie had freaked her out more than she wanted to admit. She hadn’t read the initial documents Daddy had drawn up. The more she thought of the day when she’d signed them, the more it seemed Daddy had practically insisted she sign without reading them. It had to be nerves. Daddy wouldn’t make her do anything that she didn’t want to do.
Except she didn’t want Conor as a business partner, and Daddy was forcing her into that. Continue reading
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Charisse paused to stare at the facade of her salon. Gold edging on beige paint immediately brought France and royalty to mind, at least for Charisse. And apparently Conor. Maybe they could work together. He’d noticed her Versailles theme right away. Working with a suit was entirely different than dating a suit. She wouldn’t care if he stayed detached all the time…in fact it would be preferable. Continue reading
Charisse stood on the curb and allowed the clash of horns and shouting to fill her head. She stared unseeing at the traffic going by. There was no way Conor should want anything to do with her salon. It had barely started making a profit. Any three of her father’s paintings would be worth far more than her business.
“Hey, ma laideur, let’s go,” said Marie. Continue reading
The Contract
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Conor stared across the desk at Roy. The air conditioner was off once again, and Roy’s face already shined like a tomato in the sun.
Roy said, “So I heard that you and Marie went out last night.”
“That had nothing to do with the lost cargo.” Continue reading
Lover and I had a big date Saturday. He showed up with flowers:
It’s not every date that I get flowers, but I love to. In my novels, the hero often gives flowers when he’s wooing the heroine. I know red roses are the standard, but there are so many other flowers in the world besides red roses.
On our date, the movie Fifty Shades of Grey was mentioned. Neither one of us has seen it, and it was only jokingly referred to. Pain is not my kink and I’m a little too alpha to be tied up, but there is no denying women have gone gaga over it.
What’s most interesting to me is as far as I can tell mostly vanilla women are into Fifty Shades. People of the BDSM culture not so much. Does this mean that vanilla women everywhere are asking their husbands/boyfriends to put them under contract? Or are they just getting turned on by the book, having great vanilla sex with their husbands/boyfriends and taking it no further?
On my date with Lover, the questions in my head went much further. Why do contracts have to be about whips and canes? I have done some research into sex contracts and found that an important aspect of the contract that’s often lost in pop culture is the use of the contract to explore each others desires. I find men to be very straight forward about what they want. If they desire a specific sex act or anything really from their partner, they just come out and ask.
But women want their partners to be mind readers. We have this notion that if a man really loves us, they’ll do something for us without us telling them to. Sometimes that happens, but a lot of times not. Wouldn’t a contract be a great way for a woman to let her lover know exactly what she wanted?
I don’t want to force Lover on his knees and whip him. But it would be fun if in the contract he had to show up with a bouquet of gladiolas, a mocha from Starbucks and massage my feet before we go out while I drink the mocha.
So I’ve put Lover under contract for three dates. Of course, that means I’ll be under contract for hime for three dates. I’ll let you know how it goes. I’ll call these blogs The Vanilla Contract.
What would be in your Vanilla contract? Please let me know in the comments below!
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Evelyn
Evelyn Aster 