When Taylor met Chandler, sparks flew. She never imagined that there could be more for them than that single passion filled night. She told herself that their relationship couldn’t go anywhere as she was starting a new life in a new city. But when she finds out he owns the company she works for? She definitely wants nothing to do with him. Or that’s what she tells herself anyway.
Chandler was disgruntled to say the least when Taylor ran off the morning after. There was something about her that called to him day and night. And long after she had pulled her disappearing act. He knew that it couldn’t go anywhere. They lived in different cities, they only had chemistry in common and he wasn’t on the market. He was single and happy with that status. Or that’s what he told himself anyway.
But when they are thrown back together, he decides immediately that he wants to get to know her better. The only roadblock? Her tenacity and refusal to give it chance. Will Chandler be able to get it right with a second chance and a plan?
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With that said, enjoy and happy reading!
Publication Date: February 2013
This story is for the lovely people around me (especially the CaL book club LMAO). There were a few emails that asked for the happily ever after for this couple, so I couldn’t resist letting Chandler and Taylor finish falling in love. I have truly been blessed to meet and greet some wonderful humans in this day and age. They have been a good reminder that when life served me lemons, I could make a pretty tasty beverage with the addition of liquor and sugar…
Viva 2013!!! J
NOT JUST A ONE NIGHT STAND
Jennifer Willows
Chapter One: Adults Can Play Hooky Too
When she sat down at the table in a nearby bistro and ordered a meal that she wasn’t able to eat, Taylor knew she had to get her mind right. She had some sick time that she had accrued even before the transition and now seemed like the perfect time to use it. At least she could think of England or something along those lines while the television watched her for a few days. It could only help to attain some distance in the situation. She was in too deep for a man that she had only a handful of stolen hours with almost a month ago.
The only bad part was that as a professional, she couldn’t afford to take the time off. Her situation was precarious. As the new guy in town, she had to make sure she was always up to par. Not to mention the fact that she was a minority in race and gender, and that was too many strikes against her to begin with for her attendance to be spotty. Her concession would be to take the rest of today.
And tomorrow? She would have to show her face, but that didn’t mean she had to be in the office to perform her duties for a few days at least.
But even when she was within her own four walls, there was no peace to be had. She had dreamed of sex with Chandler on the last twenty nights. She dwelled on what another hour or two could have been like. Taylor wondered what the morning wood would have felt like stroking her juicy pussy until she woke up enough to fuck back. The flashbacks of what was, and the fantasies of what could have been plagued her unmercifully. Tormented her, whether she was awake or not.
But he’s your boss, her conscious kicked back at her and liberally sprinkled over her libido to make the burn of lust manageable once more.
But he fucks so good, her pussy purred and revved her body back to a blistering roar.
Even her conscious couldn’t deny how well he fucked, how total his possession was, nor how badly she wanted to do it again. She knew that she had taken the chicken way out with her half day off, but damned if a grown woman with any sense would have done anything to the contrary. And for sure that was better than the alternative. She couldn’t have imagined what would have happened if she came back, but she doubted it could be good.
Not true, her little, left shoulder devil chimed in, it could have been the best sex yet and bent over the desk of a CEO nonetheless.
Even her personal Jiminy Cricket had nothing to say to that one. But she was lucky that her next few days would be spent on the road as she showed her face in a few stores and met a few managers she hadn’t gotten the chance to speak with personally. Plus, he would probably be gone when she came back to the office on Monday. It made more sense than anything else. In fact, she was happy to delude herself with the thought that he would be half way to China by tomorrow night anyway.
He wasn’t for her, she had to remind herself. Men like him didn’t date women like her. Fuck, maybe, but anything more? Although, even with the knowledge of all that she still flooded her panties wetter than the Great Lakes merely at the sight of Chandler.
She stripped her clothes off and let the garments fall where they may, it was time to have some choco-therapy. A quick search through her freezer unearthed a half-eaten pint of Dove ice cream complete with a partial chocolate shell. She sorely needed every bite now, and if this didn’t work she was about to pull down her bottle of Grey Goose.
Before she finished the piece of pint, she poured a shot of the vodka and swigged the shot back in a single gluttonous gulp. It burned, but a bite of the ice cream and she was ready for another swill of the strong liquor.
Five shots later, she knew that she had overdone it. She was sweaty and everything seemed to converge in to duplicates that every so often merged to make one blurry object. It was nothing to carry the pint into the bathtub to half-ass sponge the drunkenness off.
When she was done long minutes later she could see a little better than before her detox, but the improvement was marginal at best. Taylor shrugged into a satin robe while she was still damp. She knew that she would care about the mess she had made on the fabric come the morning. But for now, the bath oil that her skin was unable to soak up was thirstily eaten by the wraparound with no hesitation.
After she sat on the floor of her living room, she decided to have Indian food tonight. She had a yen for Chicken Tikki Masala and maybe some garlic naan with the cherry sauce. She was able to call in her order at India House for delivery and the man who took her order was actually able to understand her drunken requests for food.
Chandler had just arrived back into Charlotte two days ago. The last three weeks were spent in transit and he bounced his way across half of the world in in less than fourteen days. Since he had been away for so long, he knew set up various consultations with his new acquisitions. Today, he was firmly ensconced in his office and he had a fistful of meetings with the rollover managers he’d acquired in the merger. It wasn’t until he met with Albert Benson that his imagined day of boredom turned into something more. He talked with his old friend for a few minutes before the other man reminded him that it was nearing lunch.
“Taylor,” Benson called out as he huffed quickly to the closing car, “hold that…” The doors opened and anything else the man said was lost when he saw just who Taylor was.
It was her, the same woman that stole his manhood with a night of incredible passion that he never imagined he’d find in the first place. The erotic goddess who was so secretive that only now had he learned her name and the best part was she remembered him fondly too. Chandler saw her eyes widen and her hips rock slightly. She shrugged the motion off as if she had found her balance, her sea legs on a maiden voyage. But he saw the truth, knew she remembered all of it. The hair-pulling, back scratching sex that not only left him hungry for more the next day, but he found that no other woman could satisfy the need she left with him in bitter memoriam.
He knew she felt it, felt the pain of separation after that first night, the knowledge that there was no way to re-experience the chemical perfection between them. Her need lived in the gasp that she couldn’t conceal as his hand rode her spine for just a moment. It was in the way her heart began to beat faster as he could see the pulse at her neck throb. Chandler could nearly hear the trains of thought as she went from one tangent to the other in the Grand Central Station within her mind.
At first he was sure that he was dreaming. He never imagined that he would be face to face with his mystery woman and here of all places. He had dreamed of her for too many nights, in fact he hadn’t slept well in three weeks. He was far from a Lothario but she had ruined him for everyone and everything. There was a lovely lady in London that really wanted to play a game of naked Twister just a handful of days ago. But he turned her down, just like the other women he’d met recently. And it was all of her fault.
But he planned to make her sweat for a little while and when she was half mad from fearful nervousness only then would he pounce. She would love every minute of it too. He would make sure of that.
The entirety of his lunch was spent in a daze that he ill-concealed from his lunch partner with agreeable nods and murmurs. It wasn’t until lunch was over that he knew that he had to get his hands on Taylor. But how was the question. Then he remembered vaguely that he had requested a meeting this morning with her, although he had assumed Taylor was a man, but the meeting was a good enough place to start.
When he arrived back to the office, full of anticipation his scheme was foiled. She was a tricky one and called out sick. But he could plan around that, she couldn’t run forever, and he couldn’t wait until she saw what tricks he could hide up his sleeve too.
All it took was a quick and unethical session with his office PC to get all of the information that he needed. As the CEO he could look into any document, delve for any information and the request would barely be noticed, let alone remarked upon.
Although as he sat in front of her home, he felt nervous in a way that he wasn’t able to describe, just a vague sense of unease. Chandler knew that the moment he knocked on her door, there was no turning back. This was far from a one night fling, or a hasty fit of passion that was quickly spent like gasoline vapors. If he kept on the course that currently directed his footsteps, he was going to cross every ethical and moral boundary that he had when it came to business.
His company was run liberally and there was no directive against dating in the workplace. So long as the job was performed appropriately and there the couple was discreet, no one would blink an eye at it. But he was the captain, so to speak, and he had held himself to another standard. Then again, he already had her once, before he even knew she was one of his employees. She wasn’t under his direct management, and he hoped the thin reasoning would fly later when he was eaten alive from guilt.
But even his mental tug of war was unable to keep his body from making the final decision moments later. Chandler decided he was damned if he did as he was too attracted to her not to make a move. And he was damned if he didn’t for the same exact reason. His hand was heavy with leaden dread, making the appendage carry the weight of an anvil as he let his fist rap against the door frame.
She yelled out a quickly spouted greeting as if she waited for him. But he knew that was impossible and just a fantasy he’d crafted from his personal fantasies. “Hold on!”
But when she came to the door he knew she hadn’t looked through the peephole. It was all in the reaction she made when her jaw dropped and she had to forcibly close her gaped open lips. He was sure that she was going to snap off on him, and that was nothing less than he deserved for showing up at her home unannounced.
“What do you want Mr. Adkins? Is this about me firing—” He raised a hand and shook his head. Chandler didn’t care that she fired the manager of the North Tryon store. And actually he knew what he wanted to say but couldn’t.
You. I came for you.
“It’s not about the Tryon manager. In fact, I have known what he was up to the last two weeks. But I wanted to see if you could do what needed to be done, so I let you have your way in that.” He raked his fingers into his hair and disturbed the carefully combed part on the left side. “I just wanted to see how you were doing. We had a meeting scheduled this afternoon and since you decided not to show up, I came by to see how you were. You took a sick day and if nothing else, I wanted to be sure that you were in fine health.” He knew that wasn’t going to fly, but it was better than the truth. That he came by because he couldn’t stop himself. Just the same as he was unable to keep his mind away from her these last weeks.
“So you’re telling me that the head honcho is so… caring, so concerned about his mid-level managers that he makes house calls?” Her face said that she may have been born at night, but not last night.
“He can be.” For her, yes. For some other pot-bellied slouch whose only saving grace was the fact that he showed up on time each day? Not so much.
“Yeah,” she paused. “Well, how about I don’t believe that.”
“You don’t have to.” He knew why she took the afternoon off. But she wasn’t the only surprised person in the room. Chandler had never conceived that she would have such an impact on him either. No one before her had. He would have known if he had felt like this before, there was no way he could mistake the punch-drunk burn in his gut.
She hadn’t invited him in yet with her words, but her body said something else. Taylor wanted him. She was a far cry from either of the incarnations that he had met previously. It seemed as if every time he saw her she was someone new, someone slightly different as if each exposure brought more of her complexities to the surface.
Now she wore a robe, it was voluminous and the satin folds were lustrous against her skin and made the color a bit more golden. Her locks were splayed over one shoulder, and he remembered the feel of the cords against his chest as they slept together that night. He knew that whatever was beneath the gown was barely clothed skin and most likely not even a pair of panties covered her.
That thought was all he needed to stake his claim. He ducked his head and as soon as she saw the motion he could feel her acceptance in it. Taylor was in perfect proximity, as her face lifted towards him and he took the consent for what it was. It was a chance to be at one with her again and exorcize his fantasies once and for all. Maybe then he could see another woman and not compare her to Taylor. It might be then he could hear something other than her voice crying his name when he should be occupied with other more important things. Like contracts and mergers.
The taste of her lips had become his obsession that he gratefully obeyed as their tongues meshed into a searing kiss of lust and mingled fire. There was no way that he could let her go again. At least until the burn of her was purged from his flesh for good.
She was the one that got away that was all, or so he tried to tell himself. Although, Chandler k
new deep down that he was making excuses.
But that didn’t stop him from making the attempt to slake his thirst for her on her willing flesh. It only took a single step forward to be inside of her home and he used his heel to kick the door closed. A moment later had her back to the nearest wall.
She must have felt the same as she allowed him to draw her into his embrace and she started to divest him of the shirt, one button at a time. His hands roved every which way. At first, he scored his hands over her curves. Then his fingers made contact with the bare V shaped slit of skin exposed by the satin. She was more than he ever imagined and even his nocturnal longings and day time fantasies didn’t match up.
The chemistry between them was undeniable, and he could almost feel her heart beating a cadence that called to him. Her breaths were shallow even as his grew heavy and labored. Just moments later the kiss began to mimic the actions their bodies would take and any patience he had was gone. There was only an iota to begin with, but that didn’t matter to him, not at all on any given day, and especially not in the moment.
All he knew was that he was going to get inside of the woman who had gotten under his skin and nothing would stop him.
His hands fisted into the satin of her robe to drag her half bared chest against his. Their mouths were filled to the brim with foreign tongues and lusty intentions. Chandler was sure that he was going to combust if he allowed it, but he had to keep control of himself otherwise the reunion of bodies wouldn’t last long. She was his kryptonite and even the taste of her lips made him weak.
But the hunger she displayed was enough to make him forget all about his plan to chain her with hot, sweaty sex and make him think about what she would feel like wrapped around his cock. The thought was enough to snap the thin tether that held his lust at bay. All he remembered was pushing her against the wall and her legs twined along his hips.
Chapter Two: Come Into My Parlor
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