local celebrity.
Between Judd and Phyllis, undoubtedly one of them had supplied Stephen with copies of her books. But the question of why he had acquired them in the first place and felt the need to hide them, still remained. That question, and the degree from Stanford would keep her inquisitive brain busy.
Kelly was in the kitchen starting dinner when he returned. As was his normal routine at the end of the work day he showered and changed into fresh clothes. He then found her in the kitchen and demanded his kiss, which usually led to two or three more. Sometimes he left her wondering how it was that they ever got a meal made.
With dinner cooking Kelly twisted the tops off of two bottles of beer, handed one to Stephen and suggested they go sit in the living room until dinner was ready. Stephen readily agreed and followed her down the hall. They both chose chairs offering a mountain view. Stephen noticed that the boxes previously in the corner near his desk were gone and made mention of it to Kelly.
“Yes, I got a lot done this afternoon” she nodded to his book cases. He glanced in their direction but didn’t seem to notice any difference.
His eyes turned back to the mountain-view and he replied “I’m glad you found space for your things.”
They didn’t’ speak for a long while, enjoying the scene of distant mountains awash in sun light. This time of year with the extra hours of daylight watching a sunset was rare.
Kelly wasn’t sure what thoughts were so deeply occupying Stephen’s mind, but he seemed to be reading hers when a few minutes later he turned to the book cases again. After scanning the shelves he turned to meet her gaze, his steely eyes a little wider than normal.
Was it Kelly’s imagination or was their just a little twinge of guilt behind those incredible gray eyes? “You have very unusual taste in reading material” she stated with a smug smile.
Guessing her intention he replied casually “that I do.”
Her books; he had neglected to tell her that he had read some of her books over the two weeks that she spent with Charlie. He was anxious to see what kind of writer she was, what made her tick. But somewhere between late afternoon and late night he had found himself lost in her stories. After the night they had shared he knew well the degree of passion she was capable of, but he had been unprepared for the sensual style and depth of her writing. Still waters do indeed run deep. There were parts of each book that had even him blushing, and wanting her madly.
She must have found them stashed behind the others and wondered why he would hide them from her. It was not that he was intentionally trying to keep them from her, or prevent her from knowing that he had read them, even though they were obviously not written for or marketed to men. But reading her books, combined with what he already knew about her sexually, somehow conveyed a level of intimacy that he wasn’t sure she would yet be comfortable sharing with him. At least that was what he had been thinking at the time. Since then the intimacy in their relationship has progressed significantly and he relished the idea of it continuing to do so.
“When did you pick up an interest in contemporary romance?” she pressed.
He grinned sheepishly “about three weeks ago.”
“Why” she asked.
“What better way to learn more about you?”
“And what did you learn?”
“I learned that despite your previously chosen life of solitude, your passion and desires run deep. They’re all laid out right there in black and white.” He was teasing her.
Kelly blushed and felt the stirrings of those desires. She rose without saying a word and went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. She returned to his side, took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Leading him into the bedroom she said “I still have plenty of questions about your motives but for right now I want to more
Between Judd and Phyllis, undoubtedly one of them had supplied Stephen with copies of her books. But the question of why he had acquired them in the first place and felt the need to hide them, still remained. That question, and the degree from Stanford would keep her inquisitive brain busy.
Kelly was in the kitchen starting dinner when he returned. As was his normal routine at the end of the work day he showered and changed into fresh clothes. He then found her in the kitchen and demanded his kiss, which usually led to two or three more. Sometimes he left her wondering how it was that they ever got a meal made.
With dinner cooking Kelly twisted the tops off of two bottles of beer, handed one to Stephen and suggested they go sit in the living room until dinner was ready. Stephen readily agreed and followed her down the hall. They both chose chairs offering a mountain view. Stephen noticed that the boxes previously in the corner near his desk were gone and made mention of it to Kelly.
“Yes, I got a lot done this afternoon” she nodded to his book cases. He glanced in their direction but didn’t seem to notice any difference.
His eyes turned back to the mountain-view and he replied “I’m glad you found space for your things.”
They didn’t’ speak for a long while, enjoying the scene of distant mountains awash in sun light. This time of year with the extra hours of daylight watching a sunset was rare.
Kelly wasn’t sure what thoughts were so deeply occupying Stephen’s mind, but he seemed to be reading hers when a few minutes later he turned to the book cases again. After scanning the shelves he turned to meet her gaze, his steely eyes a little wider than normal.
Was it Kelly’s imagination or was their just a little twinge of guilt behind those incredible gray eyes? “You have very unusual taste in reading material” she stated with a smug smile.
Guessing her intention he replied casually “that I do.”
Her books; he had neglected to tell her that he had read some of her books over the two weeks that she spent with Charlie. He was anxious to see what kind of writer she was, what made her tick. But somewhere between late afternoon and late night he had found himself lost in her stories. After the night they had shared he knew well the degree of passion she was capable of, but he had been unprepared for the sensual style and depth of her writing. Still waters do indeed run deep. There were parts of each book that had even him blushing, and wanting her madly.
She must have found them stashed behind the others and wondered why he would hide them from her. It was not that he was intentionally trying to keep them from her, or prevent her from knowing that he had read them, even though they were obviously not written for or marketed to men. But reading her books, combined with what he already knew about her sexually, somehow conveyed a level of intimacy that he wasn’t sure she would yet be comfortable sharing with him. At least that was what he had been thinking at the time. Since then the intimacy in their relationship has progressed significantly and he relished the idea of it continuing to do so.
“When did you pick up an interest in contemporary romance?” she pressed.
He grinned sheepishly “about three weeks ago.”
“Why” she asked.
“What better way to learn more about you?”
“And what did you learn?”
“I learned that despite your previously chosen life of solitude, your passion and desires run deep. They’re all laid out right there in black and white.” He was teasing her.
Kelly blushed and felt the stirrings of those desires. She rose without saying a word and went to the kitchen to turn off the stove. She returned to his side, took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Leading him into the bedroom she said “I still have plenty of questions about your motives but for right now I want to more
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