there right away.” He ended the call and spoke to Violet without looking at her. “That was the hospital. I have to go. I’m needed for an emergency intravenous pyelogram.”
“What about dinner?” Violet asked. Not that she was disappointed. She always found dinner with Phillip’s parents to be as awkward and uncomfortable as a Pap smear. They were snooty people and so blatantly uppity that she never knew what to say to them. She had the feeling they didn’t think she was nearly good enough for their precious Phillip. And they were probably right.
“I’ll call Mother and bow out,” he said, his voice tight.
“But I don’t want to go by myself,” she whined. The few hours she had to herself in the evenings were precious.
Phillip sighed and came toward her. “Don’t sulk. I’ll inform Mother of the situation and that neither one of us will be able to attend dinner.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.”
When he bent down, she thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but he was only reaching for his keys on the end table. “Goodbye,” he said.
“Good night,” she said, but Phillip was al ready out the door.
* * *
Violet lay in bed troubled by the day’s events. Jace had awakened feelings in her that she hadn’t felt in years. She thought she’d been content with working too much and being engaged to a man who didn’t give affection and had the warmth of an Antarctic glacier. But she wasn’t. Too much was missing from her life.
She loved the flexible schedule she used to have. She had controlled her hours and could schedule three day weekends whenever she wanted. Before she and Patricia began building up their client list, Violet had taken extended weekends all the time.
That was one of the biggest differences between Violet and Phillip. Violet liked to be in control of her time and set her own schedule. As opposed to Phillip who was chained to his BlackBerry twenty-four-seven. Always on-call, always working. Violet loved to be spontaneous and take a drive to the coast on a whim. Or spend half the day in bed eating Oreos and watching re-runs on TV. Phillip, on the other hand, rarely took time off for a vacation and when he did, it was to one of his boring conferences and the itinerary was planned right down to the minute. The more Violet thought about it, the less she could find in common with her fiancé. Sure opposites attracted, but Phillip was from a completely different universe.
Now her own schedule was filling up and her life was starting to look a lot more like Phillip’s. Violet shuddered at the thought of working every minute and having nothing to show for it.
There had to be moments of relaxation and fun and flirting built into each day. If not, then what was the point of it all?
Time was starting to slip away from her. What little time she had when Patricia cut her loose at the end of the day was spent trying to tiptoe around Phillip and his ever-changing moods.
She knew what was missing from her life. Before, she was sure it was financial stability, but that was soon resolved when her client list grew substantially. Now the one thing her life was missing was…someone like Jace.
Her body ached and writhed with need. Need she had been content to ignore until Jace had snatched away her self-control. His eyes had practically undressed her at every opportunity. She hadn’t been embarrassed or ashamed, she’d only wanted more . Her legs drifted apart under the sheets and she rested her palm on her abdomen.
No . She wouldn’t give in. She wouldn’t touch herself when all she wanted was to be touched by a man. She wouldn’t settle for the disappointing substitute of her fingers drumming over her aching clit.
But s he’d been suppressing her sensuality for so long. Trying to focus on what really mattered. Her career. Her obligations to her family. But didn’t sex matter too? Sometimes the world even seemed to revolve around it.
She thought about Jace’s beautifully honed body with
“What about dinner?” Violet asked. Not that she was disappointed. She always found dinner with Phillip’s parents to be as awkward and uncomfortable as a Pap smear. They were snooty people and so blatantly uppity that she never knew what to say to them. She had the feeling they didn’t think she was nearly good enough for their precious Phillip. And they were probably right.
“I’ll call Mother and bow out,” he said, his voice tight.
“But I don’t want to go by myself,” she whined. The few hours she had to herself in the evenings were precious.
Phillip sighed and came toward her. “Don’t sulk. I’ll inform Mother of the situation and that neither one of us will be able to attend dinner.”
“Oh, okay. Thanks.”
When he bent down, she thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but he was only reaching for his keys on the end table. “Goodbye,” he said.
“Good night,” she said, but Phillip was al ready out the door.
* * *
Violet lay in bed troubled by the day’s events. Jace had awakened feelings in her that she hadn’t felt in years. She thought she’d been content with working too much and being engaged to a man who didn’t give affection and had the warmth of an Antarctic glacier. But she wasn’t. Too much was missing from her life.
She loved the flexible schedule she used to have. She had controlled her hours and could schedule three day weekends whenever she wanted. Before she and Patricia began building up their client list, Violet had taken extended weekends all the time.
That was one of the biggest differences between Violet and Phillip. Violet liked to be in control of her time and set her own schedule. As opposed to Phillip who was chained to his BlackBerry twenty-four-seven. Always on-call, always working. Violet loved to be spontaneous and take a drive to the coast on a whim. Or spend half the day in bed eating Oreos and watching re-runs on TV. Phillip, on the other hand, rarely took time off for a vacation and when he did, it was to one of his boring conferences and the itinerary was planned right down to the minute. The more Violet thought about it, the less she could find in common with her fiancé. Sure opposites attracted, but Phillip was from a completely different universe.
Now her own schedule was filling up and her life was starting to look a lot more like Phillip’s. Violet shuddered at the thought of working every minute and having nothing to show for it.
There had to be moments of relaxation and fun and flirting built into each day. If not, then what was the point of it all?
Time was starting to slip away from her. What little time she had when Patricia cut her loose at the end of the day was spent trying to tiptoe around Phillip and his ever-changing moods.
She knew what was missing from her life. Before, she was sure it was financial stability, but that was soon resolved when her client list grew substantially. Now the one thing her life was missing was…someone like Jace.
Her body ached and writhed with need. Need she had been content to ignore until Jace had snatched away her self-control. His eyes had practically undressed her at every opportunity. She hadn’t been embarrassed or ashamed, she’d only wanted more . Her legs drifted apart under the sheets and she rested her palm on her abdomen.
No . She wouldn’t give in. She wouldn’t touch herself when all she wanted was to be touched by a man. She wouldn’t settle for the disappointing substitute of her fingers drumming over her aching clit.
But s he’d been suppressing her sensuality for so long. Trying to focus on what really mattered. Her career. Her obligations to her family. But didn’t sex matter too? Sometimes the world even seemed to revolve around it.
She thought about Jace’s beautifully honed body with
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