White Hot Holidays 13: Adam & Evil
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Sam never would have behaved so boorishly during a family meal. He would have been well-mannered, engaged everyone in interesting conversation, and, she thought, as she eyed her date’s tattered t-shirt and military fatigue pants, properly dressed for the occasion.
Julia had met Dan over a year ago and while she’d been impressed with his artistic abilities and sensitive nature, she hadn’t really been interested enough to date him. Yesterday Dan had been bicycling by—sans the tattered t-shirt—when Julia’s limo pulled up in front of her father’s estate. He waved her down and asked her out again. This time she accepted, figuring there was no time like the present to start working Sam out of her system.
Dan was cute, sensitive and concerned with the world around him. He was everything Julia had aspired to in a life-mate. He was also, unfortunately, about as interesting as watching paint dry.
“Sorry to hear about the acne,” William Cameron III intoned. He frowned at Julia then looked back to his plate. “Perhaps you should consider seeing a dermatologist.”
“The medical community is rife with fraud,” Dan countered, his voice passionate. Julia shrugged apologetically at her dad. “I wouldn’t give a dime to those bastards!”
Her father didn’t know what to say to that. Then again, she doubted any sane person would know what to say to that.
James, the Cameron butler, cleared his throat, thereby announcing his presence. Julia exuberantly welcomed the interruption. Her overly cheerful save-me-James smile told the butler all that he needed to know—an emergency of his concoction would transpire very soon and Dan would have to leave so Julia could attend to it. It was a system the duo had perfected over the years, and one that served her well.
Julia grunted but kept smiling when James seemed not to notice her plea for help. Instead, the butler inclined his head and announced the arrival of two additional guests—guests that Julia had no idea were invited.
James cleared his throat. “Mr. Samuel Adam and his date, Ms. Felicia Marit.”
Julia’s smile faded as she watched the impeccably dressed Samuel Ian Adam enter the room, a stunning blonde bombshell at his arm. She flashed her father an angry look, but like James, he pretended not to notice.
Sam’s gaze clashed with Julia’s. He glanced at her date, back to her, then looked to William. “Thank you for the invitation, sir,” he said with the politesse of his breeding. He handed Julia’s father a bottle of vintage wine. “I’m pleased to accept it on behalf of Felicia and myself. This is your favorite Merlot. I hope you enjoy it.”
William stood and accepted the bottle, then invited the two new arrivals to be seated. “I will.” He flashed Sam a grin. “Please join us.”
Julia’s nostrils flared. Her heartbeat accelerated as she envisioned herself lunging at the other woman from across the table and tearing her hair out. Had Sam made love to her already? Had he forgotten about their time in the cave this quickly?
Sam looked wonderful today, his dark hair perfectly cropped above the ears, his cologne an English scent, his suit an Italian one. His jungle cat green eyes, intense and commanding, were trained on Felicia.
She hoped the bitch gave him a venereal disease. Or two or three or ten.
“Well,” her father announced, “now that we’re all here, it’s time to eat.”
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“I’ve tried Chinese herbal remedies to no avail,” Dan whined. “I went to Haiti and sought out a cure from a voodoo priestess.” His fist thumped down on the table. Julia winced. “I can’t get those fucking pimples off my chest no matter what I do!”
“Ever considered Clearasil?” Sam asked drolly. He couldn’t believe Julia preferred a pathetic imbecile of a man like that over himself! Had the acne-ridden little son of a bitch fucked his woman? God, he hated him. “I hear it works wonders.”
“The medical community is a farce!” Dan bellowed. “A sham, a travesty, and a money-hungry…”
Sam cocked an eyebrow and looked at Julia while her date prattled on. She cleared her throat and glanced away.
“So,” Julia said, interrupting Dan mid-diatribe. “Tell us about yourself, Felicia. How did you meet Sam? What do you do for a living?”
Sam winced. This was a path he wished Julia hadn’t taken them down. Once Felicia started talking about her work, she couldn’t seem to stop.
Felicia beamed. “I’ve known Sammy for over a year and he finally asked me out! I work at the makeup counter of a major department store,” she told everyone in her bubbly, cheerleader tones. “Cosmetics are my life! One day I hope to have my own line of mascara.”
“Why stop at mascara?” Julia asked sardonically. She waved a hand about the room. “Conquer the world and have your own line of lipstick too.”
“Excellent idea!” Felicia enthused. Her beaming smile faltered as she looked to Sam for guidance. “Sammy, what do you think about that? Would mascara and lipstick be taking on too much?”
“Do enlighten us with your makeup wisdom, Sammy,” Julia said with her she-wolf smile. “We women have trouble thinking for ourselves.”
William cleared his throat, thankfully sparing him the need to reply. Sam glared at Julia from across the table. She blinked several times in rapid succession, a false angelic smile plastered on her lips.
“So,” William said, turning his attention to Sam and Felicia, “how will you two spend the holiday tomorrow?”
“However he wants to,” Felicia chirped.
“I’m Jewish,” Sam said bluntly. “I’ll spend it working.”
Or hunting Dan down and killing him with his own bare hands. Either scenario held equal allure.
“You’re Jewish?” Felicia breathed out. “You don’t celebrate Christmas?”
“No.”
That gave her a moment’s pause. But then, like any good June Cleaver, she quickly recovered. “It’s okay, Sammy. I’ll convert.”
Julia rolled her eyes. Sam coughed into his hand, willing the red in his face to go down.
Had he thought this was what he wanted? A woman who agreed with everything he said? A woman who held no higher purpose outside of being whatever it was a man wanted her to be?
In the words of his dear departed grandmother, Oy Vey.
“If everyone will excuse me,” Julia said as she stood up, “I’m not feeling very well.”
“Julia—” William began.
She flashed everyone a quick smile, but ignored her father. “Please enjoy the meal.”
* * * * *
Thrusting open the window in her bedroom, Julia delighted in the feel of the cold New York air hitting her in the face. She breathed it in, her breath swirling like curls of smoke around her.
She had known what kind of wife Sam wanted. She just hadn’t expected to be faced with it—with her—so soon after leaving the island.
The doors to her bedroom opened and closed behind her. Julia sighed, not bothering to turn around.
“Forget it, Dad,” she said without glancing back. “I’m not hungry. This dinner was your great idea so you can deal with it.”
He said nothing.
“Give Ken and Barbie my warm regards,” Julia said sarcastically. “And tell Dan I’ll call him later.”
“You better not call him later,” a dangerous voice growled from behind her. Heart thumping, Julia whirled around. “I’m serious, Julia,” Sam said, prowling toward her. His eyes were narrowed, angry. “This has gone far enough.”
Sam! Oh God, I’ve missed you!
“I’ll call anyone I want to,” Julia sniffed, her chin notching up. “It’s my life and I run it! Go develop that mascara line with Mensa-girl. But be prepared. When she realizes there are several shades of the stuff, it’ll probably throw her into a mental meltdown!”
Sam’s lips twisted into a mask of fury. “Have fun scouring the world for a cure for acne with Giorgio Armani!” he roared. “God forbid the idiot go down to the local drugstore and let ‘the man’ fuck him over with a cheap tube of Clearasil!”
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Julia’s nostrils flared. “I hope your newly converted Jewish wife feeds you non-kosher meals every day of your wretched life!”
“May Acne-Man never find a cure and you’re forced to pop his pimples for him as a prelude to sex!”
Julia gasped. “Samuel Ian Adam, that is gross!”
“Did you fuck him?” Sam gritted out, closing the gap between them. His eyes glittered with territorialism as he cupped her pussy in one hand through the fabric of her red dress. “Did you give him what’s mine?”
“No!” she fumed, pushing his hand away. Jaw clenching, she grabbed Sam’s cock through his trousers. “What about this? Does it need cut off? Did you fuck her brains out? Because she sure doesn’t have any to think with!”
“No, I didn’t,” he hissed.
“This is mine,” Julia growled, unzipping his trousers. “If you ever give it to another woman I’ll hunt you down, whack it off, and feed it to one of my carnivorous plants!”
“You are evil,” Sam said huskily as she went to her knees and began sucking him off. His fingers threaded through her hair. “God, I love you.”
“Iwubewtoo,” Julia announced from around his cock.
“Huh?”
She popped it out long enough to clarify, “I love you too.”
Sam groaned as she sucked on his cock like a lollipop. His balls tightened as she bobbed her head ferociously back and forth, his breath coming out in pants. The sound of her mouth sucking him in aroused her. The way he pulled her hair tightly and forced her face toward his hungry cock made her wet and eager for him.
“I’m coming,” Sam ground out, holding onto her hair by the roots. “Oh shit—damn. Julia.”
He burst on a groan, his cock jerking in her mouth as he came. Julia drank all of him, relishing every last drop. She had missed him so much.
Sam was everything she had never wanted in a husband. Julia was everything he had never wanted in a wife. And yet as he drew her into his embrace and they held each other with all the love and passion they possessed, she knew they’d both found their happily-ever-after.
Julia had once thought that she and Sam were too alike for their own good. After all, according to the old cliché, it’s opposites that attract. What the cliché failed to mention, however, was that while opposites may attract, it’s similars who stick together.
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