Friday, January 30, 2009

Insatiable Part 4

“I’m helping you relax.” Chloe’s hands moved again on his shoulders, stroking, rubbing. Tyler lifted his head and his face was right in her breasts, in the open neck of her blouse. His hands, which had been lying on the couch beside him, moved to her hips, warm through her skirt.
“Chloe, you’re wearing a pink lace bra.” Wonder shaded his voice.
“Mmhmm. And my panties match.”
“Oh Jesus.” His hands tightened on her. Chloe shifted her hips forward to press against his erection and a triumphant thrill sizzled through her as she met his arousal with her pussy. She wanted to press the throbbing between her legs against him, rub against him to ease that empty ache. She struggled to control herself, reminding herself of her goal, which was not an orgasm. Was. Not.
But having him right there in her hands, between her open legs, was making her hot and testing her control. She rubbed a little, unable to resist, and sensation rocked through her body. It was all she could do to hold herself back.
Tyler’s big hands moved on her hips, slid up over her waist to the sides of her full breasts. She couldn’t restrain the soft moan that escaped her. He slipped his fingers into her blouse, pushed the two sides apart, touched the top curves of her breasts, then slid inside the lace cups to brush her nipples with his fingertips.
A tremor shook her body and she had to press herself against him, there was no stopping. She lowered her body fully onto him, right where she needed it.
“Chloe,” he gasped. She met his eyes, dark and hot, so hot he blistered her with his gaze. She smiled slowly at him, then his hands tangled in her hair and he pulled her forward. He pressed her mouth against his in a hard, urgent kiss. She opened her mouth to him and touched her tongue to his and he responded with an erotic thrust into her mouth, startling her. Lust exploded in her and she opened wider for him, their mouths locked in a long, wet, hot kiss like nothing she’d ever experienced.
She thought she might burst into flames. Her skin burned and tingled, her pussy ached and throbbed as she rocked against him again and again, pleasure winding up in her tighter and tighter. She was lost, flames consuming her, and she broke away from his mouth to gulp in air. His mouth trailed down her throat, hot and wet, opened over the curve of her breast and sucked gently.
“Oh, God,” she cried, and she pulled her blouse open wider for him. Tyler had one hand in her hair, and with the other he freed her swelling breast from her bra and put his mouth to her nipple.
“Chloe, you have awesome breasts,” he breathed. “Why do you cover them up?”
She choked on a laugh. “Maybe because it’d be illegal not to.” She felt his smile on her breast, then his mouth closed over the tip again in a suckling kiss. Sensation poured through her, thick and liquid, and she shuddered at the tug of his mouth on her nipple. She moaned again.
“Incredible,” he whispered, moving to the other breast. He used two hands to undo the front clasp of her bra and pushed it aside so he had access to both breasts. He laid his hands over them, squeezing gently, shaping them, then cupped one and lifted the nipple to his mouth again.
She was so close to coming, just from rubbing against him. The vague thought lurked in the back of her mind that this wasn’t supposed to go this far, but it was a hazy, incoherent wisp in her lust-fogged brain. She put her hands on his chest.
Then he slipped a hand down between them and under her skirt. Her pink lace thong matched her bra, and the thin strip of fabric between her legs was no barrier to his fingers. She could tell her panties were damp, she was so wet and hot, and his fingers slid easily between her folds and into her.
“God, you’re wet,” he breathed, his other hand pulling her head in for a kiss again. His tongue thrust into her mouth as his fingers pushed into her and she was desperate, frantic for more, needing to be filled.
“Hold on,” he murmured against her mouth and withdrew his fingers. His hands went to the button of his jeans.
Suddenly chilled awareness of what was happening shivered over her. He was about to open his pants and in two seconds he’d be inside her and they’d be having sex.
This wasn’t supposed to go this far.
With gut-wrenching determination, she pulled away from him, throbbing and panting.
“Stop!” She pushed her hair back from her face and held it there.
He looked at her in stunned confusion. “Chloe...what?”
She scrambled up from the couch and stood before him, yanking the sides of her blouse together.
“I’ve just proved my point,” she told him coolly, getting her breath. “You are fickle. You’ve forgotten Mandy already.” She deliberately glanced at her watch. “Now let’s get to the restaurant.”
He stared at her while her heart drummed in her chest.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” His hand pressed hard against the fly of his jeans, still bulging with his arousal. A flush darkened his cheeks and his eyes glittered. He reached out and grabbed her hand. “Chloe, what the hell...”
She stepped back, out of his reach. “I mean it, Tyler. You’re not heartbroken, you’re just horny. Now, come on, you have a business to run.”
He stared at her in stunned disbelief. “Are you telling me that you did that on purpose?”
She nodded.
“You were faking all that just to prove you were right about me?” Again she nodded, cool and composed. Then his eyes grew hot and furious. “You...”
She held up a hand.
“You can call me names later. Hell, you can fire me if you want. You have every right to, actually.” It was true, and her heart skipped a beat at the thought. But for now she had to save him from himself. “Let’s go.” He looked down at his hard-on. “I can’t go like this,” he muttered.
“Five minutes. Go change.”
He stood up. “Give me ten. I’m going to need a little hand action and a cold shower.”
He strode out of the room and Chloe collapsed onto the couch. She buried her face in her hands, shocked at herself and the lengths to which she would go to manipulate him. She’d definitely changed his mood. But what had she done to herself?
The crack of a door slamming made her jerk upright.
She’d rather see him angry than depressed any day. He did some of his best work when he was angry... but not when he was down.
She was even more shocked at her reaction to him. She should have known she was explosive, like the gas ranges in the restaurant – pilot light burning low and slow, but at one touch from Tyler bursting into flames. Now he was furious with her and she could even lose her job. This was what happened when you let emotions take over, dammit. No good. No good.
She sighed. If Tyler didn’t show up at the restaurant tonight, and Oprah was there, there’d be hell to pay. He’d thank her later. Maybe.
She did up her blouse and tucked it into her skirt with shaky fingers, ran her fingers through her hair to smooth it down, and glanced down the hall where Tyler had disappeared.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Special Guest Blog!!

My name is Juliet Giroux and I work as a barista at Karma Coffee in Santa Barbara. I’m a single mom and I also take courses at UCSB, working toward a degree in Communications.
Being a mother, working and school make life pretty crazy, but when I have some down time I’m a big gamer. Someone recently put me onto this blog: PixelVixen707 » Game reviews and commentary with a tasteful helping of snark. because she writes about gaming. If you haven’t checked it out, you should! I noticed that she had worked as a barista so I emailed her. We chatted about the barista job and a few other things:
Juliet: How long did you work as a barista?
PixelVixen: One summer after college. I knew I wanted to get into the newspaper biz - that's what dad did, but that's not exactly why I chose it. I ultimately got my foot in the door at the New York Journal-Ledger, and a foot is about all I have there right now. But it was enough to get me out of the coffee biz.
Juliet: I work as a barista at a small place called Karma Coffee. Did you work in a big chain place or a small independent shop?
PixelVixen: I worked at a major international chain with a topless figurehead that serves frouffy beverages, overconceived CDs and rip-off-priced wifi. I would rather not share the name.
Juliet: Say no more, I know the one. One of our big competitors. Did you enjoy working there?
PixelVixen: I resisted getting a straight office job, because I was scared it would lure me in and limit me from taking more interesting, riskier opportunities. The minute someone offers you a full-time, salaried position, you have to make a life decision - right when you've just started running up credit cards. The barista is a classy way to keep your options open, and a way to keep close to the suits without waking up and discovering you've become one.
Juliet: (Laughing) Too true. And it’s better than flipping burgers. What did you like or dislike about it?
PixelVixen: Well, it's dull and repetitious, and people sometimes treat you like an idiot. But it's fast, and I had a good crew.
Juliet: My boss, Carter Jarvis, has been doing some things to generate business that make it fun, like making us wear slutty outfits on Saturday nights and giving the drinks sexy names. I think he has some kind of BDSM fetish, but whatever, he’s a good boss and he’s super hot! So, why did you "retire" from that work?
PixelVixen: I got my "dream job" (see above).
Juliet: Are you a coffee lover?
PixelVixen: Sad to say that while I still appreciate a really excellent espresso, we never served any where I worked. I still brew a batch of something awful if I just need to stay up late.
Juliet: I never used to like coffee, but my boss is such a coffee geek it’s hard not to get into it. What do you think is sexy about coffee?
PixelVixen: You're serving people something they want and need, something that heats them and jolts them - but unlike someone who cooks up a meal, you're not maternal. You give them a quick fix to keep them going.
Interactions with customers were the same way. Yes, they came by our store for caffeine, but they also came to get a quick glimpse of an attractive twentysomething on their way to work. It's not like tending bar, because men in New York will harass a bartender. They'll talk her ear off. The total facetime with a barista is just a few moments. Chatting is discouraged; the line has to move. But for some of our customers, those were the best few moments of their day.
Juliet: My boss holds cuppings at his shop. Have you ever done cuppings? I find a lot of sensuality in that experience.
PixelVixen: Wow - no. Never heard of it, but from what I just read on Wikipedia, it sounds like tantric coffee consumption. My customers just slurped and gulped and moved on.
Juliet: Tantric coffee consumption! I love that! Did you meet you boyfriend Zach Taylor before or after the barista experience? Is he a coffee lover?
PixelVixen: I met Zach just a year ago, long after I quit the coffee grind. (Really, we referred to it that way on the job. Sad.) He and I stick to beer.
Juliet: I just started seeing a guy who came in one Saturday night when I was wearing a leather bustier and asked me out. So, I know you’re into games. Are you aware of any games that have to do with coffee?
PixelVixen: Well, surely you've heard of the "hot coffee" incident in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas ... if not, most definitely look it up:
"Hot coffee" is now an ironic reference to sex in many games, including Fable II and of course, Grand Theft Auto IV.
Juliet: So that’s where that started! I never knew that, I just know that when guys invite you to their place “for coffee”, that’s not what they mean. Any other interesting barista stories you'd like to share?
PixelVixen: I'm not a flirt. It's just not me - I'm shy, and well, not flirty. But there was one trick I learned. The cash register was on the wall opposite the counter, and sometimes when a male customer was waiting for his change - a customer who I knew had an eye for me - I would pop the register open, and after I grabbed the change, I would hipcheck it. Just a light glance off my hip, to slide it shut with a "cling." He probably forgot it by the time he sat down on his desk. But I like to think it made a difference.
Juliet: I like that. I may try it! Thanks PixelVixen, it’s been great chatting with you!

Now check out Nara Malone 's blog to find out more about Juliet and PixelVixen…

Friday, January 23, 2009

Insatiable Part 3

“Guess what!” Lola, one of the hostesses, quivered with excitement. “Oprah is coming tonight!”
Chloe stopped on her way into the restaurant. She wasn’t supposed to be there on a Saturday, but wanted to get a few things done.
“Oprah? Really?”
“Well. We think she’s coming.”
Chloe slanted her an inquiring look.
“The reservation’s not in her name, but Emilio says that’s her manager’s name and a friend of a friend of his told him Oprah has been planning to come here and check it out.”
“Oh.” The bartender’s information network was pretty reliable.
“And,” Lola rushed on, “we’re all betting she wants Tyler on her show! Wouldn’t that be cool!”
Lola, young and gorgeous like everyone else who worked at Insatiable, flipped her long, auburn, perfectly flat-ironed hair behind her shoulder and smiled expectantly at Chloe.
“Tyler must be in heaven,” Chloe said.
“Um...that’s a bit of a problem.” Lola’s slim brows drew together. “He doesn’t know...and we can’t find him.”
“What do you mean you can’t find him? Isn’t he here?”
Lola shook her head.
“Have you tried his cell phone?” Chloe could hear the edge in her usually tranquil voice.
“Of course! Carlos has been trying every fifteen minutes, but he’s not answering.”
“Did he have a date last night?”
Lola squinted her eyes. “I’m not sure,” she said. “He was popping painkillers all night...oh, my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth.
“What?” Chloe pushed down the alarm fluttering inside her.
“Maybe he OD’d! Those painkillers were narcotics!”
Cold fingers of fear tickled Chloe’s skin. No, that was crazy. Tyler was many things - temperamental, unpredictable, artistic - but stupid or careless he definitely was not.
“I’ll talk to Carlos,” she said, heading into the kitchen.
Controlled chaos energized the kitchen, everyone preparing food and talking. Kanye West blasted over the yelling and banging of pots.
“Chloe!” Carlos spotted her and dropped his knife. Wiping his hands on a towel, he hastened over, agitation tightening his features.
“I heard,” she said calmly. She put a hand on his shoulder. “Any ideas?”
He shook his head, concern in his dark eyes.
“Was he with Mandy last night?”
“He could have been. She’s been hanging out here almost every night.”
“Do we know her number?”
He shook his head. “Nobody even knows her last name.”
Chloe’s mind worked. “Okay. I’ll drive up to his place and see if I can find him.”
The tension in Carlos’ face eased. “Great idea,” he said. “Call us as soon as you know anything.”
Chloe sighed and left the restaurant. This was not part of her job description. Okay, she didn’t actually have a job description, but if she did, searching for her missing-in-action boss would not be in it. God, he was probably in bed somewhere, high from too much sex and Mandy. She pressed her lips together.
As she drove up to Alameda Padre Sierra she tried Tyler’s cell phone again, but it rang unanswered and went to voice mail.
“Tyler, we need you here at the restaurant. If you get this message before I find you, call me.”
She drove past mansions secluded behind walls and dense green vegetation to Tyler’s home, perched on the side of the mountain. She pulled into the short driveway and used her key to get in the locked gate.
She rang the doorbell – no answer. The key she had for times Tyler was traveling and she needed access to his home rested in her palm. She hesitated to use it, but she had to know if he was in there. Her stomach tightened at the thought of what she might be interrupting.
She unlocked the door and stepped into the cool, dim foyer, the terracotta tile floor of the hallway gleaming beneath her feet. “Tyler?”
“What?” His voice came from the living room. She walked in and dropped her purse and keys on a side table. Tyler sprawled on the black leather couch, staring out the wall of windows overlooking the city and, in the distance, the ocean. A scruff of dark beard shaded his jaw and a nearly empty bottle of red wine sat on the table in front of him. Well, at least he was alone.
“Tyler, what are you doing?”
He looked back at her with a slightly murky gaze, not even surprised to see her.
“Getting drunk.” He toasted her with his wine glass.
“Tyler, you’re supposed to be working right now. They need you at the restaurant.”
He shrugged. She took a deep breath.
“What happened?” She sat beside him.
He gazed down into his wine. “Mandy dumped me.”
“Oh. Oh, Tyler. I’m sorry.” She paused. He looked so dejected, she just wanted to kiss it all better for him. But that was out of the question. And really, how heartbroken could he be? He and Mandy had only just met a few weeks ago.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. “But need to get back to the restaurant.”
He lifted his head. “I don’t give a shit about that right now. I’m dying here, Chloe.”
She returned his gaze steadily. “You’re not dying, Tyler. You went out with her for what...two weeks?”
He lifted a shoulder again.
“Get yourself together,” she said gently. “I’m making you some coffee and then I’m taking you to the restaurant.”
“I can’t go there. Not right now.”
“Tyler, you have to. There’s a rumor that Oprah is coming tonight.”
“Oprah?” He blinked, then shrugged. “Too bad.”
“Tyler, come on! You have to be there!”
In his kitchen she found what she needed to start a pot of coffee. When she came back Tyler had leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.
“You don’t understand,” he muttered.
“Oh, please. Everyone gets dumped some time.”
“Not me.” He wasn’t bragging, just saying what was undoubtedly the truth.
“This is the first time a girl ever broke up with you?”
He nodded, eyes still closed. “I’m always the one who does the dumping.”
“So what happened?”
“She said I wasn’t paying enough attention to her.”
A snort escaped Chloe before she could stop it, and she covered her smile. “Well, she was obviously too needy for you. Her loss.”
He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Nice try, but I’m in pain here.”
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she smiled at him. “Come on Tyler, you know you’ll have another woman by tomorrow. You’re so fickle, you can’t possibly be heart-broken.”
He frowned. “I’m not fickle.”
“Yes, you are.” She tried to make her voice a gentle nudge. “You go through women like most men go through socks.”
“Do not.” He ran a hand through his dark hair, spiking it up even more.
She looked at him. She could prove it to much time did she have to get him to the restaurant? She glanced at her watch. Enough. She drew in a long breath.
“Okay,” she said. “Maybe I’ll join you in a glass of wine, and we’ll commiserate together.”
“Now that’s more like it.” He got up to get her a glass and when his back was turned, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. Then one more. Tyler came back, grabbed the bottle and poured some into the glass.
She took it from him and smiled at him. “You’re so cute when you’re miserable.”
He looked at her, dark brows pulled together, mouth open. “You think I’m cute?”
“Of course.” She gave a little laugh. She shifted in her seat and tucked one leg under her, so she faced him. She leaned toward him, knowing her blouse was gaping open. “You’re gorgeous and you know it.”
“I didn’t think you knew it,” he muttered, then gulped his wine. She saw his glance dip to her chest then quickly back up again. Chloe tasted her wine, a lush Pinot Noir, watching him over the rim of her glass. Then she reached out a finger and traced a straight, thick eyebrow.
“Mmm. I know it.” Her voice was husky. Her tummy quivered as she frantically tried to think what to say next. She had no freaking idea how to seduce a man.
Her finger trailed down his cheek, his throat and into the open collar of his shirt. Again his gaze drifted down to her open blouse.
He guzzled more wine.
“Maybe you need a shoulder massage to relax you.” The genius idea popped into her head and she clinked her glass onto the table and stood. Instead of circling behind the couch to reach over it for his shoulders, she hiked her skirt up and knelt on the couch, straddling his legs. His eyes flew open, now clear and dark gold.
She rested her hands on his shoulders, the large muscles bunched beneath them. “You are tense,” she murmured, kneading the muscles. Again she was fully aware of him looking down her blouse, knowing he was getting a glimpse of cleavage and pink lace. She didn’t dress in sexy, stylish clothes but she did like nice underwear. Thank God.
She rubbed firmly, using fingers and thumbs to slowly press and release his muscles.
“That feels so good,” he groaned, tipping his head back. Chloe’s hands stilled on his shoulders as her eyes moved over his face. He was so beautiful. Heat flared in her, a sweet hot rush. She lowered herself a bit more onto his lap, his thighs hard beneath her own, and leaned closer. God, if they were naked she could slide right onto him and have him fill her up.
The thought caused a jolt of sensation down low in her belly and her nipples tingled. Damn, she was getting herself hot, not him. Then he hardened more beneath her thighs and she knew she was having some effect. With a rush of relief, she leaned closer still and brushed her breasts across his chest. The spicy masculine scent of his shampoo filled her head.
“Chloe, what are you doing?”

Building Castles - Kelly Jamieson's Blog: Insatiable Part 4

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Finally relief!!

Photo: Lance Thomson Photographic

One morning last week the temperature here was -50 Celsius with the wind chill. The actual temperature was something like -37. That is painfully cold. I couldn’t believe that it was going to warm up this weekend as forecasters predicted, but hallelujah it did! Today is only -7. I was actually able to get outside for a run instead of running on my boring treadmill.

And with the “warmer” weather, our city’s longest skating rink in the world has been very busy this weekend. Last year we set a record with 8.54 kilometres of skating trail on the river. Today bulldozers were hard at work extending that path right by my home, as they plan to make it even longer this year, up to 9.34 kilometres. Our neighbours across the street from us are on the river, so we have only to cross the street and walk down a short path to access it. It’s like a whole other world down there, walking on the frozen river. It’s quiet, like you’re in the middle of the country instead of the middle of a city. We can let the dog off her leash and she can run like crazy with no worries of traffic. Many families have built toboggan runs down the riverbank and cleared their own small skating rinks. The picture above is one of them. I can’t wait to get down there and skate on it, so here’s hoping the deep freeze is over and we can now get outside and enjoy winter!

Friday, January 16, 2009

Insatiable Part 2

Here's another picture - this is how I imagined Chloe.

Chloe’s heart leaped in her chest and a surge of adrenaline propelled her out of her chair and down the stairs.
“Is he okay?” She fought to maintain her usual calm composure. “What happened?”
“He’s bleeding all over the freakin’ kitchen but he won’t go to the goddamn hospital,” Alejandro cried.
She hastened into the kitchen to find Tyler yelling at everyone to get back to their stations.
“Dinner’s in less than an hour!” he shouted. “I’m fine, for Christ’s sake.”
A blood-soaked towel wrapped around his left hand.
Chloe approached him, taking deep breaths.
“Tyler, let me see,” she said calmly.
“Shit, Chloe, I’m fine.” But he let her open the towel and look.
The sight of the deep cut to his flesh made her knees go weak and her stomach roll. But she couldn’t show Tyler that. She took another towel from the sous-chef’s outstretched hand and wrapped it tightly over the blood-soaked one. “Thanks Carlos. Come on, Tyler. I'll take you for stitches. You’ll be back before dinner.”
She prayed the ER wasn’t too busy - but even if was, the restaurant could survive without him for a few hours.
“I don’t need stitches,” Tyler snapped. “I’m fine.” “Carlos, can you get my purse?”
The surge of relief in the kitchen was palpable as she led Tyler out the back door.
“Sorry, Chloe,” Carlos said in her ear, handing her her purse. “You’re the only one who can make him listen to reason.”
She nodded and smiled reassuringly at him. “We’ll be back.”
She drove as fast as she could without appearing to panic. Her heart was pounding and she knew she wasn’t breathing in enough oxygen because she was starting to feel just a tad lightheaded. Damn.
“What happened, Tyler?”
“I was trying to get some frozen demi-glace out of a can. I was stabbing it with my knife and it slipped. Shit, shit, shit.”
He rubbed his pale face, then glared at his wrapped hand.
“Does it hurt?” She slanted him a sideways glance.
She smiled. “Tough guy.”
His lips quirked too. “Bet your ass.”
Luckily the ER wasn’t busy and when they recognized Tyler from his recent television appearances, he was seen quickly. While he was stitched and bandaged up, Chloe stayed with him.
“Such a fucking stupid thing to do,” Tyler muttered, his face tight with pain.
“It was an accident.”
He shook his head, closed his eyes. “I’m just so stressed lately.’s all too much.”
She stared at him. “But, Tyler...I thought you wanted all this.”
He opened his eyes and met her gaze. “I thought I did too.” He rubbed his forehead with his uninjured had. “I mean, I do. But sometimes...I just want to cook.”
Oh lord. Maybe that explained his volatility lately. He’d always been moody, but he did seem to go off more easily the last few months.
The nurse gave Tyler painkillers to take with them and they were back at the restaurant an hour and a half later.
“You don’t need to go back on the line,” Chloe said.
He tossed the painkillers into his mouth and ignored her, striding back to his mise.
“Who cleaned up the blood?” he asked with a grin, now cheerfully relishing the gruesomeness of the incident.
“I did,” Carlos said. “Good, job, chef.”
“What orders do we having hanging?” Tyler barked.
“You’ve got two steaks on order for the deuce on five, three soles are fired.”
And he was back into focused, intense movement.
Chloe wobbled up the stairs to her office and collapsed into her chair in a heap of stretched-out nerves and spongy muscles. Her body trembled and her heart thudded, the reaction to Tyler’s injury delayed by having to deal calmly with him.
She pushed her hair off her face with a shaky hand and sucked air into her lungs. Thank God he was okay. There’d been so much blood...she’d been afraid he’d severed an artery or cut off a finger.
She allowed herself the luxury of wallowing in emotion for exactly two minutes, then pulled herself together. She hated feeling like this. Emotion exhausted her, scared her. Nothing good ever came of it. Damn Tyler for scaring the shit out of her.
She took a deep breath. Okay, time to go home. Michael was picking her up at seven to go to a new play at Center Stage Theatre and she had to get ready.
She and Michael had been dating for a few months and he was a nice man – easy going, intelligent, a good companion for the rare times she wasn’t working. She cared about him. Okay, it wasn’t an exciting relationship, but excitement wasn’t for her, and he seemed all right with that; maybe he was hoping things would develop over time.
At home, as she changed into a dress, her mind remained back at the restaurant. But she had to have a life outside the restaurant, so she touched up her make-up and forced a smile at her reflection in the mirror.
Michael arrived at her door exactly on time.
“Hi, Chloe.” He kissed her cheek. His conservative suit fit his tall, slim body with custom-tailored perfection - expensive and classy and entirely appropriate to his work as partner with a prominent accounting practice. His hair receded slightly from a high, intelligent forehead. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you.” She smoothed down the skirt of her black sheath dress, also conservative and appropriate. Her concession, her fashion weakness, were her sharp-toed, spiky-heeled black pumps. She picked up a wrap and a small evening bag and locked the door behind her.
“This should be a nice evening,” Michael said as they drove to the theatre in Paseo Nuevo.
“Mmmm.” Chloe gazed out the window of Michael’s BMW.
“You’re so quiet, Chloe,” he remarked a few minutes later. “Everything okay? Chloe turned and smiled at him. “Sorry! We had a little accident in the kitchen just before I left. I guess it’s distracting me.” “What happened?”
Chloe hesitated to mention Tyler. Any time she talked about him to Michael, the atmosphere seemed to chill by several degrees.
“Tyler cut his hand. I had to take him to the hospital for stitches.”
Michael frowned. “Is he okay?”
“Yes, he’s fine now. Did you read the review in the paper today about the play?” She was totally changing the subject.
Chloe laughed through the hilarious play along with the rest of the audience and after, when she and Michael went out for drinks with some of his associates, she forced her mind away from Tyler’s face, pale and tight with pain, and his jaw-dropping admission that he wasn’t entirely thrilled with the way his life was going.
Later, Michael walked her to her door. “Can I come in?” he asked, voice low and pressing.
“I’m really tired. I’m sorry, Michael...”
Disappointment and annoyance flickered on his face. But he leaned down and gently kissed her lips.
“Okay. I’ll call you next week.”
She walked into her small house, shut the door behind her and leaned back against it, eyes closed. He wanted more, and he was starting to push harder. How long would he be prepared to take her out, escort her around town, before he got tired of their shag-free relationship?
She sighed and pushed away from the door. She should just sleep with him. She did care about him. They got along why not? Maybe Saturday...they were going to a party hosted by one of Michael’s clients. Yes, Saturday. When he brought her home, she would invite him in...and screw his brains out.

Friday, January 9, 2009


This is my first time posting a story so be sure to let me know what you think, even if you think it's too long, too short, whatever! I hope you enjoy!

A noise in the kitchen beyond the double swinging doors caught Chloe’s ear and she stilled, listening. Was it a whisper...or a moan?
Silence wrapped around her.
But there it was again. A soft, breathy noise.
Chloe frowned. She thought everyone was gone. What was someone doing in the kitchen?
She turned and pushed open the door, peering around it into the kitchen. The nightlights cast a faint glow into the dark room. It appeared to be empty.
Chloe’s eyes swept the room and she saw them –a man pressing a woman against the stainless steel counter, one thigh thrust between her legs. Her long blonde curls hung down almost to the counter as she let her head fall back. His mouth moved to her throat. And the woman moaned again.
Chloe watched in shock, fascinated against her will. Oh dear god, what had she walked in on? She caught a glimpse of a bare breast in the opening of the woman’s blouse before the man’s hand covered it.
The man pressed his thigh harder against the woman’s pelvis, eliciting another soft sound from her. “Tyler!” she gasped, her hands sliding down to grip his firm behind.
Chloe had known it was Tyler the moment she saw them. Trust him to seduce a woman in his kitchen. But who was the woman? It certainly wasn’t his latest girlfriend, a brunette bombshell named Marla.
She should leave them to it. What Tyler did in his kitchen after hours was his own business. But her feet didn’t move.
Then Tyler turned his head and slowly opened his dark, lust-glazed eyes. And saw Chloe standing there in the doorway.
Chloe held up a hand, mouthed the word “Sorry!” and backed out of the door, letting it swing silently shut.

* * *

“God, Chloe, sorry about last night.” Tyler yawned as he entered Chloe’s office the next day.
Chloe, seated in front of her computer, didn’t even look up from the monitor as she said, “Hey, no problem. I thought you’d gone. I was going to lock up.”
A few more clicks of the mouse and then she said, “Who was that, anyway? It didn’t look like Marla.” She glanced at him.
He grinned and his hand rubbed his chest, wide and muscular beneath a snug black T-shirt, in slow circles. “Marla and I broke up.” He grabbed an apple from a bowl of fruit she kept on the counter in her office and took a bite. “That was Mandy. Sorry I didn’t introduce you.”
“Uh...don’t think that was a good time for introductions.” Mandy, Marla, whatever. Her eyes moved over his mussed hair and rumpled shirt. “Apparently you had a late night.”
“Yeah,” he said with satisfaction. He took another bite with strong white teeth, closed his eyes as he savored the apple. He chewed slowly, then...“Damn!”
“What?” she asked mildly, accustomed to his frequent mood shifts.
“Nothing.” He frowned. “Just remembered what’s up today. Got any coffee going?”
“You know I don’t drink coffee after noon.” She paused. “Do you want me to make some?”
“Nah, I can do it.” He tossed the apple core into the trash but instead of going to make coffee, he sauntered over to her desk and stood behind her chair. His hands slid over her hair, pulling it gently back into a ponytail. He stroked down its length, one hand then the other, over and over.
Chloe let him pet her hair. When she’d first started working for Tyler, his touchy-feely ways had startled her, but after a while she’d realized he was like that with everyone. It didn’t mean anything. Especially with her. He just seemed to like her hair.
“What are you working on?” he murmured.
“Revenues from your cookbook.” Her hand had stilled on the mouse as delicious chills trickled from her scalp, down her back and into her womb.
He let the strands fall from his fingers, dropped his hands to her shoulders. “What time did you come in? You were here late last night.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She slid her chair away from him and swiveled to face him, ignoring the heavy feeling in her breasts, the ache low in her tummy. “Don’t you have meetings this afternoon?”
He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Conference call at one o’clock and Joe is calling from LA at two o’clock to talk about some stuff.” He shook his head. “I still can’t believe all the shit that’s been happening.”
She lifted her brows. “Shit?” she murmured, smiling. “It’s called success. Unbelievable success.”
“Yeah. Right.” He stared into space for a few seconds then sighed. “I need that coffee.”
Chloe closed her eyes and tried to relax everything that had clenched inside her. The image of Tyler making love to that woman last night flashed onto her closed lids, his face intense, his beautiful mouth wet and open over hers. The sight of his hand on her breast had been even more erotic and disturbing. She was used to seeing Tyler with all his girlfriends, but not like that! Walking in on such an intimate moment had been embarrassing and disconcerting.
Chloe took a deep breath and shook her head. He was her boss and a notorious womanizer. That scene should not have been so unsettling for her. But her hands trembled as she turned back to her computer.
Sometimes she wondered why she stayed there. But really, she knew why. The generous salary Tyler paid her was important. She needed money to keep trying to find her sister. And she truly loved the work she did. As for Tyler...she sighed.
All last night, her sleep had been restless, interrupted by images of Tyler, making love to a woman. And in her dreams the woman was her.

* * *

Sometimes Chloe felt overwhelmed with how much work she had to do, but she never let Tyler see it. She knew how much was on his plate lately...ha! On his plate - a little restaurant pun. But really, the way he was wound so tightly, if he ever felt her tension and anxiety she was afraid it would send him over the edge.
When she’d started working for Tyler nearly two years ago he had just been named one of the best new chefs in America. Since then, his restaurant business had exploded; he’d opened a second restaurant; he’d published a bestselling cookbook and done all kinds of television appearances.
She studied Tyler’s website thoughtfully, considering what updates were needed. She clicked from one page to the next. Tyler’s face smiled back at her - tousled dark hair, jaw shadowed with perpetual stubble, eyes like smoky topazes outlined with thick dark lashes, wicked smile.
The restaurant’s business manager, Ryan, handled all the administrative duties for Insatiable. Chloe’s job was to manage the personal empire Tyler was building. But since her office was over the restaurant and she was there all the time, everyone knew her, knew she was always willing to step in and answer the phone or sign for deliveries if things were crazy, or help to close if they were short-staffed like she had the other night.
Feet pounded up the stairs in an urgent rhythm.
She turned in her chair, startled at Alejandro the line cook’s panicked tone.
“Come quick! Tyler’s bleeding all over the goddamn kitchen!”

Building Castles - Kelly Jamieson's Blog: Insatiable Part 2

Saturday, January 3, 2009

New year, new look!

I've redesigned my blog for 2009. This year I am hoping to post instalments of one of my stories weekly so stay tuned!