Covet (Splendor Book 1)

by Janet Nissenson

  Tessa nodded enthusiastically. “I’m not afraid of hard work, ma’am – ah, I mean, Mrs. Carrington. And I’d be very pleased to learn whatever you can teach me.”

  Mrs. Carrington arched a thinly penciled brow. “Well, then. Welcome to the Gregson Group, young Tessa. I foresee a very interesting future for you with this company.”

  Peter was beaming with pride when Tessa told him giddily about her new job. “That’s great news, Tess,” he told her. “But I never had any doubt that you’d get the job. You’ve done so well at school this year, and you’re only halfway through the program. And I guarantee that you’ll impress them so much at the hotel that they’ll be begging you to stay on full time next year.”

  Tessa smiled wryly. “Somehow, I can’t envision my new boss ever begging anyone to work for her. I’m sure she thinks she’s just bestowed the greatest honor imaginable on me. She’s – terrifying, Peter. I still can’t believe I didn’t flake out on all of those tests, as nervous as I was with her hovering over me the entire time.”

  Peter patted her on the forearm reassuringly. “You’ll do fine, Tess. I’ve seen how hard you work and how detail oriented you are. I’m sure this dragon lady boss of yours realized that, too. I’ll miss seeing you at work every night, though.”

  Since the hours she would be working at the hotel would overlap with her job at Old Navy, Tessa would be handing in her notice at the store tomorrow. And even though the hourly wage at her new job would be almost double what she was currently earning at Old Navy, she planned to keep her weekend job at Forever 21 for the foreseeable future. After all, she and Peter had added expenses from living in their own apartment, and both of their cars always seemed to be needing one sort of repair or another.

  They had moved out of their nightmare of a shared rental almost a year ago, and into a modest one-bedroom apartment of their own. But Tessa didn’t care how simple it was, or that the kitchen appliances were outdated and the carpet was a bit shabby. The first night they’d spent in their new place had been the only decent sleep she’d had in many months, and the peace and quiet was absolute bliss. It was also the first time in her young life that she had felt real security, the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to pick up and move at a moment’s notice, and leave her cherished belongings behind.

  Not that they had a whole lot in the way of belongings, of course. Peter, who hadn’t seen or spoken to his mother in a year, had nonetheless kept his keys to her house. And despite Tessa’s protests, he’d had no qualms whatsoever about once again raiding the hoard of boxes and bins for household goods and supplies that they could use at their new place. Furniture had been a mishmash of things they’d picked up at yard sales, thrift shops, and discount stores, but Tessa was so happy to have a place of their own that it didn’t matter to her in the least to have secondhand things.

  She had also experienced a tremendous sense of relief just before her high school graduation when Peter had announced his intention to remain in Tucson for at least another year or so. He’d wanted to finish up some journalism courses, and also save some more money before setting out on his own. And he had also confessed to Tessa that he wouldn’t have felt right just abandoning her to look out for herself.

  “You might be eighteen now and legally an adult,” he’d told her, “but that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to support yourself. I’d worry about you constantly if I left now. You need to find a better job than just working as a cashier and earning barely above minimum wage. Not to mention finding a better place to live. So I’ll stick around for at least another year while you enter that office administrative program your school counselor recommended. After that – well, we’ll see.”

  Tessa had been touched by his offer, and knew that she owed him more than she could ever hope to repay. But with recent developments, it was beginning to seem that she would in fact be able to return at least a few of the favors he’d done for her.

  Peter had done very well at his journalism classes at community college, enough that his teacher had recommended him for a grant so that he could continue his studies at the University of Arizona. He’d hesitated before accepting, knowing that he would have to put his goals of traveling the world on hold for at least two more years if he did so. But in the end Peter had decided it was the most sensible thing to do, especially since there was no guarantee he’d find work right away as a news correspondent, and having a college degree would be something to fall back on.

  Tessa had fully supported his decision, and vowed to get a better job to help with expenses. Once she was able to transition to a full time office position in a year, she was hopeful that Peter could quit one of his part-time jobs and devote more time to his studies. The mere fact that he would be remaining in Tucson for at least the next two years – and thus remain married to her – meant that she wouldn’t have to worry about being alone for awhile longer. In the time they’d been together, Peter had become everything to her – best friend, confidante, family. And, much more recently, he’d become a true husband to her.

  Their awkward, fumbling attempts at finally consummating their marriage hadn’t been successful at first, and certainly not the least bit fulfilling for Tessa. Peter had a great deal of trouble with intimacy of any sort, and the kisses and caresses they had shared had been tentative and impersonal. It was difficult for him to become aroused, especially since he couldn’t handle being touched on his most private parts, and the few attempts they had made thus far to have sex usually ended with Peter not being able to sustain an erection for more than a few minutes, or prematurely ejaculating.

  And then, of course, he would become frustrated with his inability to make love to his wife, would feel like less of a man, and would withdraw into himself for days at a time. Tessa had learned to leave him alone during these times, to tactfully not bring up the subject, and would patiently wait until he felt ready to try again. In the months since they had made the decision to try and make their marriage a real one, they had only been able to achieve actual intercourse less than a handful of times, and Tessa hadn’t come close to being satisfied by any of these all too brief encounters. Instead, she’d rather shamefully found herself having erotic dreams with increasing frequency – dreams that she would wake from in a state of arousal, with her young, healthy body practically throbbing with the need for sexual release. Her breasts would feel swollen, her nipples hard, and when she would hesitantly touch herself between her legs she’d be wet. Most times it would only take the lightest stimulation of her clitoris to make herself come, and she would try very hard not to feel ashamed of her actions afterwards. She had never mentioned the dreams to Peter, and made certain that he wasn’t sharing the bed when she brought herself to orgasm.

  There were many nights, in fact, when Peter didn’t sleep with her, at least not for the whole night. He was still plagued with both insomnia and nightmares, and was always careful not to disturb Tessa’s sleep. More often than not she would wake in the morning to find him sleeping on the futon in the living room instead of in their double bed. Or if she woke during the middle of the night and went in search of him, Peter would usually be in the other room reading a book or using his computer, sleep alluding him yet again.

  She missed having him beside her, even though he wasn’t a cuddler and always made sure to keep distance between them. But it gave her an odd sort of comfort to know he was nearby, made her feel safe, and when she woke to find him gone it was usually with a sudden sense of panic. She would automatically seek him out, and only when she was reassured that he was still there would she be able to fall back asleep.

  And while they didn’t talk about their messed-up sexual relationship very often, Tessa knew that Peter was very well aware of its shortcomings and his numerous hang-ups. He had even encouraged her to find another lover, a suggestion that had appalled Tessa and one that she had automatically rejected.

  “Oh, my God, Peter, you can’t really mean that!” she’d exclaimed in horror. “I mean, we’re m
arried and, well, married people don’t do that sort of thing. I’d never be able to just – you know - pick up some random guy and go to bed with him. I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

  Peter had given a rather bitter little laugh. “Trust me, Tess, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. All you’d have to do would be to hang out in a club or a bar for about ten minutes and you’d have half a dozen willing volunteers to pick from. Guys look at you all the time, everywhere we go – the mall, the grocery store, school. And I can just imagine what they think when they see the two of us together. They probably think I’m your nerdy brother, or your tutor or something. Nobody would believe that you and I were romantically involved.”

  Tessa had blushed a little at his declaration. “That’s not true, Peter. And there is no way I’m going to go out looking for some guy to hook up with for a night. I’ve told you before that it doesn’t matter to me if we can’t always – you know.”

  “Have sex like normal married couples do?” he’d replied sardonically. “I know you’re only saying that because you don’t want me to feel worse about things than I already do. You’re too softhearted, Tess. Too worried about hurting other people’s feeling and not giving a care to your own. But I know it’s not going to be enough for you one of these days, and it’s really, truly okay with me if you ever feel the need to, well, scratch your itch with someone else. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to function normally that way whereas you – well, I can tell you need a lot more than I’m able to give you. You don’t see it in yourself yet, Tess, but you’re a very passionate woman. And a very affectionate one. You deserve a guy who can give you all that in return.”

  She had stubbornly refused to discuss the matter further, merely declaring, “We’re in this thing together, Peter, for better or for worse. And I won’t ever cheat on you, whether you give me permission or not. I could never, ever imagine doing something like that.”

  Peter had sighed, shaking his head. “In addition to passionate and affectionate, you’re also stubborn as hell sometimes. But you might change your mind someday, Tess. Might meet someone that you’re sexually attracted to. And I want you to know if that happens that it’s okay with me if you decide to do something about it.”

  When he’d noticed the mutinous set of her mouth, and the glare in her blue eyes, Peter had chuckled and abruptly changed the subject. But it wasn’t the last time he had made mention of the idea, and Tessa feared he would continue to bring the subject up each time he failed to satisfy her sexually.

  She’d timidly suggested the idea of counseling once or twice, but Peter had confessed he was just too ashamed of what had happened to willingly discuss the abuse with anyone, even a trained professional. Then, too, their budget was already tightly stretched, and neither of them had any sort of medical insurance as yet, so paying for expensive counseling sessions was out of the question for the foreseeable future.

  To celebrate Tessa’s new job, they splurged for once and ate dinner out after their evening shift at Old Navy, though The Cheesecake Factory wasn’t exactly a high end establishment. To Tessa, however, who cooked dinner at home for them most every evening, and who stuck to her modest grocery budget like a hawk, eating at any sort of restaurant was a real treat. Nonetheless, she ignored Peter’s urging to order whatever she liked and chose one of the more modest priced entrees, then insisted she was too full to eat a whole dessert by herself and shared a slice of vanilla bean cheesecake with him.

  Neither of them were of legal drinking age yet, though Tessa knew that Peter wouldn’t have ordered anything alcoholic anyway. All the years of witnessing his mother’s heavy drinking had turned him off the very idea, and he was more than a little afraid that he might have inherited the gene for alcoholism. Gillian, too, had abused alcohol and recreational drugs like marijuana at various times in her life, and Tessa had seen far too many people in the homeless shelters who had wound up there as a result of drug and alcohol abuse. The very thought of getting drunk or high had zero appeal for either her or Peter.

  She was sleepy from the richer than normal meal and dessert, and headed for bed soon after they arrived home. Peter, who likely wouldn’t be able to fall asleep for hours yet, remained in the living room to study for finals that were coming up next week. Tessa fell into a deep sleep the moment her head hit the pillow, but it wasn’t to be a completely sound slumber.

  The dream came to her again that night – the one she’d had a number of times before, but where she could never quite remember all the details upon waking. And she knew that the man who featured prominently in the dream – her mystery lover – was no one that she had ever met before. In fact, his features were never fully revealed in the dream, only his profile, but she just knew somehow that he was handsome – darkly so, for she recalled that his hair was black or a very dark brown and that his skin was lightly tanned. He was strong, incredibly so, his big body hard and muscular, and the way he kissed and touched her left her in little doubt that he was the one in complete control of their lovemaking.

  Tessa tossed and turned as tonight’s dream intensified, until the words her fantasy lover spoke seemed so real that she would have sworn upon waking that he had actually murmured them huskily into her ear.

  “My beautiful Tessa,” he whispered to her in a low, sexy voice, the sound causing a shiver of arousal to travel up and down her spine. His lips were busily tracing a path along the side of her throat, his teeth nibbling teasingly on her earlobe.

  “Ohhh.” The moan escaped her throat as his big hand cupped her breast, his thumb teasing the already erect nipple. Her hands clutched his head to her as he drew the same nipple between his lips, sucking it until she was squirming in reaction.

  He lifted his head then, his laugh husky, and she struggled to make out his features. But, as always, his face was in shadows and she could only make out the shape of his head, and glimpse his dark hair. And then, as his hand slid over her belly and between her thighs, she gasped, her hips arching off the bed in reaction.

  “So wet,” he crooned in approval. “So ready for me. You belong to me, Tessa, body and soul, and one day you and I will be together. Truly together. You’re going to be mine for the rest of our lives.”

  She panted as his long fingers continued to stimulate her over-sensitized flesh. “I’m yours now. Please. Make me yours.”

  “Tessa. How I long for you. And I will claim you as my own. But the time isn’t quite right, my love. So for now we’ll just have to settle for this, won’t we?”

  He kissed her then, and she knew no one else would ever kiss quite like he did. He controlled her, owned her, and she surrendered to him eagerly, clutching his big, hard body to hers like a starving woman. She closed her eyes in breathless anticipation of his possession, her body quivering in arousal as she opened herself up to him, wanting, needing, desiring –

  She woke with a start, bolting upright to a sitting position, and pressed a hand against her heart to still its frantic beating. It was dark in the room, and for long seconds she was completely disoriented, not knowing where she was as she reached out a hand blindly for her lover.

  But the place beside her in the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch, and a quick glance to her left revealed that no one had yet slept beside her this night. And then, as the remnants of her erotic dream faded away wistfully, Tessa sighed as she realized that a dream was all it had been. She was in the bedroom of the modest apartment she shared with Peter – the husband who could barely bring himself to touch her and who had certainly never come close to bringing her to this state of arousal.

  Rather ashamedly, Tessa cupped her breast, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a groan as she noticed how full and swollen it was. She gasped softly as the pad of her thumb brushed over her nipple, and she quivered as her womb clenched in response. Closing her eyes in embarrassment, she slid a hand down past her belly to the crotch of her cotton sleep shorts and let out a soft whimper to realize how wet she was. She had yet
to comprehend how a mere dream could cause this sort of reaction in her body, and she tried to fight off the urge to touch herself in such an intimate manner.

  But then she recalled a snippet or two of her dream, how her fantasy lover had whispered naughtily in her ear, how delicious his caresses had felt on her body, and she couldn’t resist slipping her middle finger inside the tight, damp opening to her body. At the same time she gave the hard little nub of her clitoris a flick, and that was all it took to bring on the orgasm that trembled through her fully aroused body.

  And even as she burrowed her head into the pillow afterwards, her cheeks flushed with mortification at her actions, her body continued to quiver in reaction as she fell back asleep, hoping that she would dream once again of her dark, mysterious lover.

  Chapter Seven

  One Year Later

  Mrs. Carrington’s scowl was never a welcome sight, and Tessa thought that the expression on her boss’s face this afternoon was one of the most fearsome things she’d ever seen. Even after working here at the Gregson Resort for almost a year now, she still quaked in her shoes nearly every time the ultra-intimidating office manager walked past. The fact that she had been offered a full-time job just this past week held mixed blessings – she was overjoyed to have a permanent position with a good salary and excellent benefits, but also more than a little fearful of spending eight hours a day with the petite woman whom most everyone referred to (behind her back, of course) as the Dragon Lady.

  “It’s extremely important for you to be here on Thursday,” Mrs. Carrington emphasized. “And I realize that I had approved your request to take the day off some time ago, but that was before Mr. Gregson’s visit had to be re-scheduled. I need you here that day, Tessa, so I’m afraid you’ll need to change whatever it is you have planned for that day.”