1. Maybe Not Out of Reach - Part 3 (Melissa)


    Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Novels, Author: Tranquil, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    Shell-shocked is what I felt as I sat on my couch resting my glass of red against my cheek. In front of me was the cutest little shrub rooted in a hand painted pot. Who delivers such a thing? Who would even think of it? My eyes closed for a moment, Oh my. I hadn’t understood the significance, not really. So he had sent me a cute shrub with pretty smelling flowers that had seemed familiar. Hey, I am no gardener and didn’t know what it was. Well, not until Mr Simpson had poked his head out of his office door - a rarity in itself - to pass me some documents and saw the shrub. His eyes had grown huge, and he waffled on and on what a fine Honeysuckle specimen it was. I was to ensure I didn’t plant it where I didn’t want it to take over... or something like that. His voice had disappeared from words into a background noise as my body reacted to the meaning behind the name. Honeysuckle! That was the flower that I sucked to get the sweet nectar when I was a child. The meaning he had ensured I would work out was overwhelming, especially being so public and yet so privately shared. I knew I had blushed deep red from my head to my toes as the memories slammed into me. I don’t know how I had finished my day. Every time I glanced at the flowering decorative plant, my body would scream with recognition of the need and wanting he inspires. And of the wanting to ensure this situation was far from finished. Only two words appeared on the card, ‘Want more’. Was that a question as in, ‘Did I ...
    want more?’ or was that a statement telling me that he wanted more? Confusion truly was a pathetic word to describe what I was feeling right now. For three years, I had worked for him. For three years he never showed an inch of interest, or had he? Was I so insecure and stuck in my head that I had missed suggestions? Taking a deep breath in, holding it, then letting it out, I began to recount myself. I was a strong woman, sexually that is. I had never hidden from that side of myself. Yes, I had boyfriends from fifteen, sexually active from eighteen. Okay, so I was a little prudish with whom but when I wanted it, I took it. When I wanted to try something new, I did it. I didn’t believe in holding back… and yet when I came to work for William, that had all stopped. I wore discrete clothing to ensure I didn’t come across slutty. I have always been proud of my body. Maybe I was small in stature, but I had ample attributes and I, like any girl, love to show them off to their best. But with William I had covered up. Had he made me that insecure from the get go? I ensured I worked hard to anticipate his needs and fulfill them, work related that was. I remember the girls giving me a lot of crap over him choosing me. I had proved them wrong. Many hadn’t spoken to me for months until they realized there wasn’t anything happening between us. Had he been protecting me? It had been William who had put me up for a promotion. William, who had given me that harsh push when I knew I would never ...
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