Starlight (Peaches Monroe) (Volume 2) Paperback – September 2, 2013 by Mimi Strong
Authors: Mimi Strong
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“Interesting,” Shayla said smugly, then she was gone, and I was alone with the truth. I didn’t want to be with Dalton, but I didn’t want to be with anyone who wasn’t Dalton, either.
I rolled across the bed and stood the framed photo on the nightstand back up again. Katy and Tabitha. The nasty, overprotective sister, and the mysterious ex-girlfriend. His parents had let it slip during dinner that Tabitha was a model, and her career was doing well, albeit mostly catalog work and nothing too glamorous.
What was the story of their breakup, and why wouldn’t Keith tell me? Why did I care?
I came out of the room and gently tapped on Keith’s door. The earth muffin music was still playing, and he didn’t answer. I pushed open the door to find him sitting cross-legged on the bed, a relaxed expression on his face.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
His eyes stayed closed.
“You seem busy,” I said.
His mouth twitched up momentarily into a smile.
“Maybe I’ll just watch some TV,” I said, backing away.
He seemed to nod in agreement, so I closed the door again and went in search of the television.
After twenty minutes, I finally found the television, not in the most logical place—the large armoire in the living room—but inside a smaller armoire in the spare bedroom. Nestled in alongside the old tube-style set were multiple purple rocks—amethyst crystals—and a lamp made from a big yellowish rock that smelled like the ocean.
On a hunch, I leaned forward and licked the lamp. It was salt.
I settled in to watch some quality programming, but the salt taste in my mouth made me crave something to drink. Back out in the kitchen, I found some cranberry juice in the fridge. I should have known something was off when I poured the juice and saw that it was a little cloudy, and not as bright red as I was used to seeing it.
Have you ever taken a big glug of unsweetened cranberry juice? It’s like drinking straight lemon juice, only not as pleasant. As my face tried to invert itself via my mouth, I poured the death-juice back into the bottle and returned it to the fridge. After that, I didn’t trust anything in Keith’s kitchen I didn’t recognize the brand of, so I poured a glass of water and snagged some Premium Plus soup crackers (whole wheat, of course) to snack on.
Back in the bedroom, I wondered if I was going to get in trouble for eating crackers in the bed. I hoped I would, because then Keith would have to spank me.
Unfortunately for me and my spanking needs, Keith wasn’t very social the rest of the evening.
At one point, he came to the door and asked if I needed anything before he went to bed.
“Should I just sleep in this room again?” I asked, not sure where I stood.
“That might be better, considering we have the photo shoot bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“But this bed has cracker crumbs in it.”
Ignoring my confession, he came into the room and gave me a quick kiss. “Goodnight, gorgeous lady.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Raven. If I’m cramping your style, just let me know, and I’ll find somewhere else to bunk.”
“Nonsense.” He kissed me again, taking more time. His face smelled like scented candles. “Give me tonight to catch up on my sleep, and I’ll show you such a good time, you’ll never want to leave. You think my face is cute now, wait ’til you see it between your legs.” He licked his lips suggestively.
My eyes flew open and I was momentarily speechless, and then he was gone, off to the washroom to brush his teeth and torture me by leaving me hanging for the second time that day.
“Weirdo,” I grumbled after him, then I pulled out my phone to give Shayla a full report.
She replied: That thingamafucker! You need to show him who’s in charge of the sex.
Me: Call me a Wearer of Reasonable Shoes, but isn’t it supposed to be mutual?
Shayla: You’re the one with the vagina, so start acting like
“Interesting,” Shayla said smugly, then she was gone, and I was alone with the truth. I didn’t want to be with Dalton, but I didn’t want to be with anyone who wasn’t Dalton, either.
I rolled across the bed and stood the framed photo on the nightstand back up again. Katy and Tabitha. The nasty, overprotective sister, and the mysterious ex-girlfriend. His parents had let it slip during dinner that Tabitha was a model, and her career was doing well, albeit mostly catalog work and nothing too glamorous.
What was the story of their breakup, and why wouldn’t Keith tell me? Why did I care?
I came out of the room and gently tapped on Keith’s door. The earth muffin music was still playing, and he didn’t answer. I pushed open the door to find him sitting cross-legged on the bed, a relaxed expression on his face.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
His eyes stayed closed.
“You seem busy,” I said.
His mouth twitched up momentarily into a smile.
“Maybe I’ll just watch some TV,” I said, backing away.
He seemed to nod in agreement, so I closed the door again and went in search of the television.
After twenty minutes, I finally found the television, not in the most logical place—the large armoire in the living room—but inside a smaller armoire in the spare bedroom. Nestled in alongside the old tube-style set were multiple purple rocks—amethyst crystals—and a lamp made from a big yellowish rock that smelled like the ocean.
On a hunch, I leaned forward and licked the lamp. It was salt.
I settled in to watch some quality programming, but the salt taste in my mouth made me crave something to drink. Back out in the kitchen, I found some cranberry juice in the fridge. I should have known something was off when I poured the juice and saw that it was a little cloudy, and not as bright red as I was used to seeing it.
Have you ever taken a big glug of unsweetened cranberry juice? It’s like drinking straight lemon juice, only not as pleasant. As my face tried to invert itself via my mouth, I poured the death-juice back into the bottle and returned it to the fridge. After that, I didn’t trust anything in Keith’s kitchen I didn’t recognize the brand of, so I poured a glass of water and snagged some Premium Plus soup crackers (whole wheat, of course) to snack on.
Back in the bedroom, I wondered if I was going to get in trouble for eating crackers in the bed. I hoped I would, because then Keith would have to spank me.
Unfortunately for me and my spanking needs, Keith wasn’t very social the rest of the evening.
At one point, he came to the door and asked if I needed anything before he went to bed.
“Should I just sleep in this room again?” I asked, not sure where I stood.
“That might be better, considering we have the photo shoot bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“But this bed has cracker crumbs in it.”
Ignoring my confession, he came into the room and gave me a quick kiss. “Goodnight, gorgeous lady.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Raven. If I’m cramping your style, just let me know, and I’ll find somewhere else to bunk.”
“Nonsense.” He kissed me again, taking more time. His face smelled like scented candles. “Give me tonight to catch up on my sleep, and I’ll show you such a good time, you’ll never want to leave. You think my face is cute now, wait ’til you see it between your legs.” He licked his lips suggestively.
My eyes flew open and I was momentarily speechless, and then he was gone, off to the washroom to brush his teeth and torture me by leaving me hanging for the second time that day.
“Weirdo,” I grumbled after him, then I pulled out my phone to give Shayla a full report.
She replied: That thingamafucker! You need to show him who’s in charge of the sex.
Me: Call me a Wearer of Reasonable Shoes, but isn’t it supposed to be mutual?
Shayla: You’re the one with the vagina, so start acting like
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