Welcome to another of our
"Wicked Wednesday Sexpeditions"
Weezy aka Nostalgicmiss here this week with
The Official Summary:
Bella Swan is smart and capable, beautiful and determined: the picture of success. The truth? It's only her mask that's flawless, and she's desperate to stay hidden. He threatens her resolve; he might help save her. Can she let him? AU, all human, lemons.
That summary does this no justice. The writing in this fic is extraordinary. Her visual descriptions and poetic emotions really grab you and drag you into this Bella's world, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
The prologue starts with Bella running, it's what she does when she tries to hide from emotion, figuratively, and literally. Her feet pound the sidewalk, littering it with the things that cloud her inner monologue.
Bella is a very highly educated and driven character, she works for her father Charlie's company. Swan Consulting Firm. Yet Charlie is a hard faced businessman, always pushing, he never has faith in her work.
The only thing that seems to crack the shiny protective veneer of Bella's office life is Edward Masen. Her Best friend Alice pushes her to search inside of herself and see just what he could do for her.
This story is only four chapters in . . . scrap that five, it just uploaded, and it's so worth the read. That being said, and me not wanting to ruin anything. I will leave you with a quote.
He was staring at the printer, his eyebrows knitted together. “So it just stopped working?” His voice was soft velvet and I wanted to feel it against my cheeks. I nodded.
“Yes.” More silence. Smooth, Swan.
He ran his hand through his hair again, pausing a moment before gesturing a long, thick arm toward… my lap?
“May I take a look?”
My brain was sludge. Take a look at what? Me? My hands pressed flat on my thighs, my mouth opening slightly…
Oh. My computer tower, under the desk.
“Of course.” Can one die from shame?
Edward came around to my side of the desk. I scooted my chair backwards, but there still wasn’t much room for two. He quickly knelt in front of me; his lean torso was about six inches from my bare legs. The air around me was thick, like I could physically stick out my tongue and taste the space between us. His lithe body was under my desk, touching my computer. His shirt had ridden up a bit, become untucked, and I could see a sliver of his smooth back above his dress pants.
I sat there, completely blank. For once, I had no analysis of the situation. My brain was on overload from this day, and I could only stare at the thin line of skin, absently wondering if he tasted like sugar, or limes, maybe smooth white chocolate. I licked my lips.
Stay Tuned Next Week When Lammy AKA Bemylullaby delves into the virtual bag for her review!
