The Virgin Romance Novelist
“Seems kind of lame,” Henry said, while leaning back in his chair with a grumpy look on his face.
“It’s not lame at all; you’re just jealous you didn’t think of it,” Jenny countered.
The thing with Henry and Jenny was they never really got along. They’ve hung out a couple of times at the most and each time was a disaster. For some reason, they clashed, so I tried to keep them separated as much as possible. Since Henry never really came to my office, it wasn’t that big of a deal, until now.
“Who the hell would I send lint rollers to?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the girl you’ve been crushing on for years now.”
“What are you talking about?” Henry asked, venom spitting from his mouth.
“Don’t play dumb with me; everyone knows you want Rosie.”
“What?!” I asked, practically falling out of my seat. “Jenny, Henry and I are just friends.”
A blank look crossed Henry’s face as he took in my and Jenny’s words. Once again, he cleared his throat and adjusted his jacket.
“Yes, just friends, Jenny, so drop it.”
Henry and Jenny exchanged heated glares before Jenny rolled her eyes, got off the desk, and headed for the doorway.
“Whatever, live in denial. Rosie, Gladys wanted me to let you know she will be sending you her edits on your cat secret article. She wants more passion for cats in it.”
I shook my head in confusion. “What does that even mean? Does she want me to lick the back of my hands and rub my hair as I write the article? Would that be showing more passion?”
“Possibly, try it,” she smiled back and left, shutting the door behind her.
Once she was gone, Henry glared at me and said, “I don’t like her, at all.”
“I gathered that from the way you snarled at her the minute she walked in my office.”
“She just thinks she knows everything when she doesn’t.”
“Taking the mature road today, I see,” I said, while I moved the bouquet to the book shelf behind me. It was a perfect gift, but a little obstructive for my desk. I liked to keep things neat and orderly, just so Sir Licks-a-Lot could destroy them. There were many times where I walked in my office in the morning to find all the papers I organized in files strewn out along the floor because the cats thought it would be fun to knock everything off of my desk.
I’ve caught them many times doing so. They would sit on my desk, acting all innocent, but casually paw something until it fell, just to be jerks. Damn cats.
“Whatever, I’m going to get going.”
“Wait, you were going to say something before Jenny came in.”
“Forget it,” Henry said, while getting up and brushing off his jacket.
“Why are you being so weird? I don’t get you, Henry.”
“Don’t worry about it. Are we good?” he asked, a little concerned and less annoyed.
“I guess so. Please don’t treat me like that again. You’re my best friend, Henry, I don’t want you mad at me or mean.”
Blowing out a frustrated breath and running his fingers through his styled hair, he walked over to the side of my desk and sat on it while grabbing one of my hands.
“I’m sorry, Rosie. Truly, I am. I’m just going through some things right now, so I apologize if I took it out on you. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you.”
“What are you going through? You can talk to me, you know?”
“I know, but it’s nothing you need to worry about.” Changing the subject, he added, “Want to watch Indiana Jones tonight? Maybe get some Chinese food? Unless, do you have other plans?”
I shook my head, no. “Not that I know of. I don’t have anything planned.”
“Then it’s a date,” Henry said, while pulling my hand to his mouth and kissing it. “Sorry again, Rosie. I never want to hurt you, ever.”
“Thank you, Henry. I appreciate it.”
“See you tonight?”
I was about to say yes, when there was a knock on my door. I looked up to see Phillip standing at the door with a smile on his face. I waved him in, feeling a little excited that he came down to visit me.
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Phillip asked, looking at Henry and me.
“No, not at all. Phillip, this is Henry, my friend. Henry, this is Phillip.”
Henry nodded and shook Phillip’s hand. “Ah, the lint roller guy.”
“Yes,” he smiled while sticking his chin up. “I see that you got them, I’m glad.”
Henry and Phillip stared each other down in silence, sizing each other up. They were the same height and build; it would be an even match for sure, but my money was on Henry. He might look pretty at times, but he was a man’s man and could hold his own, no doubt about it.
“Ahem,” I cleared my throat. “Henry, weren’t you just leaving?”
With one last stare, Henry turned toward me and said, “See you tonight, love?”
“Yes,” I nodded, hating that he was acting all charming and sweet now, in front of Phillip, as if he was trying to mark his territory.
“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll get the Chinese. Have a good day, love.” With that, he pulled me in for a quick hug and then left, leaving me alone with Phillip.
He turned to me with a confused look on his face and then said, “You sure you’re just friends? It seems like there may be more between you two.”
“No, believe me, we’re just friends. I’m not his type.”
“Good thing, because I would have to fight him for a date with you if you were his type.”
“You want to go on a date with me?”
He nodded and flashed that gorgeous smile of his. The man standing in front of me was unlike any other man I had ever met before. He was very cocky, very arrogant and confident in himself. It was actually kind of attractive, I could see why all the heroines in the books I’ve been reading fall for the dominant type man, because they were up front, knew what they wanted, and just took it.
That was Phillip. He had this air about him that I couldn’t help but get sucked into. Maybe it was his bright white teeth, or how his suits were tailored specifically to his body. Whatever it was, I wanted to get to know him better, and even more, I wanted to get to know him in the bedroom.
God, I needed to put down the Kindle for a bit because my mind was getting dirtier by the second.
“Come to lunch with me,” it was more of a demand than a question.
“Where would we go?” I asked, trying not to show how I was ready to jump on his back and giddy up down the hallway with him.
“There’s a little café a block away; I promise we won’t be too long. Don’t want boss cat lady to be mad at you.”
“No, we can’t have that. Let me send this quick email, and then I can go.”
“Okay, mind if I wait in your office?”
“Of course not. Have a seat if you’d like.”
I shook my mouse to wake up my computer and pulled open a new email. I started typing a message to myself, reminding myself to take my vitamins when I got home. For some reason, I wanted to look important to Phillip, so in my head, sending out an email before lunch made it seem like I was at the same business level as him, rather than me working at a cat magazine where cats literally dictated my job.
Happy with my email, I sent it and then stood up.
“You ready?”
“Of course.”
With his hand on my back, he led me to the elevator and out of our building, the whole time staying silent, which was a little awkward for me, since I didn’t like awkward silences at all.
Once we were outside, Phillip turned to me and nodded in the direction he would like to go. “This way.”
I followed him, all the while he had his hand on my back, guiding me through the streets of New York City where cars honked constantly, people on the streets tried to sell you fake handbags, and the smell of rotting something floated in and out of the air. I loved every second of it.
We turned the corner, and the sign for a little café that I walked by almost every single day came into view, but never once had I given it a thought.
“I see this place almost every single day, but have never been here.”
“Really? Well, you’re in for a surprise. They have the best cheddar broccoli soup you will ever have.”
“Better than Panera?” I asked.
He gave me a funny look and then nodded his head. “Did you really just ask me that?”
“If I said no, would you believe me?”
Laughing, he shook his head and opened the door for me.
The café was quite small, just like every other place in New York, since realty was hard to come across. The floors were checkered black and white and the walls were a burnt orange. There was a case of pastries lining one wall and another case of deli meats on the other side. It was a typical small café you would find in New York.
The one thing that did seem out of place was Philip. He seemed like a man who dined at the Loeb Boathouse in Central Park every day, not someone who looked forward to a cheddar broccoli soup from a local café.
“So, do you think you’re going to go with the soup?” Phillip asked, close to my ear.
“Since you think it’s the best, I believe I have to try it.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he smiled.
I watched as he ordered for both of us, adding in some waters and a cookie to share, all the while holding onto the strong, confident poise that screamed high society. He was a stark contrast to look at, to be around; it was rather fascinating, and it only made me even more curious to see how he was in bed. Not that I was ready to jump into one with him. I was just curious.
He guided me to a table in the corner of the café and set our tray down while handing out our food. It was sweet to see him take care of everything.
Once we were settled and eating our soup, Phillip lifted his eyes to mine and asked, “Tell me, Rosie, where did you go to school?”
Swallowing some soup, which actually was quite delicious, I said, “NYU with my two best friends who I live with now.”
“You have roommates?” he asked, a bit surprised.
“Yes, unfortunately. As you know, it’s expensive here, and living off of wages from Friendly Felines isn’t going to be putting me up in a penthouse in Manhattan.”
Laughing, he responded, “I can understand that. Do you have aspirations to work somewhere else?”
“I do; I actually am working on a book right now. I would love to be able to write my own things and not have to listen to a person dictate to me about what cat article I have to write for the day. Or how I need more meow in my stories.”
“Meow? Seriously? Does your boss say that?”
“All the time,” I laughed. “We have meetings every Monday morning, and you should hear some of the things she says. Meow is her favorite but she will also say things like purr-fect.”
“She does not,” he chuckled.
“She does, unfortunately. The lady is certifiable. Pretty sure she had a pillow made of cat hair.”
“That’s terrifying.”
“Tell me about it,” I laughed. “If I ever need a crazy ass lady in my story I’m writing, it will be based off of Gladys; she is perfect book material.”
Nodding, he asked, “What kind of books do you want to write?”
Swallowing hard, I took a sip of water and said, “Um, romance novels.”
A small grin spread across his face. “I was hoping you were going to say that.”
“You were?” I asked, slightly confused.
“Yes. I think women who can write about romance, about sex, and describe it in vivid detail are one of a kind, exquisite creatures. I love a woman who is comfortable with her sexuality.”
His eyes blazed right through me, lighting me up inside. Talk about flirting, damn, he was singing to my lady parts with just his eyes.
“I try my best,” I lied, thinking about my last attempt at writing a sex scene, where I talked about pubic hairs and uneven breasts. Apparently, that stuff wasn’t sexy, and I learned that from Delaney, who had zero filter when telling me when something was wrong.
“I’m not going to lie, Rosie…that makes me want you even more.”
“Want me?” I gulped.
I felt like I was in one of those erotic romance novels, where one minute you’re enjoying a fine meal and the next minute, you innocently lick your lips because they are seriously dry, but the alpha male sitting in front of you thinks you’re licking your lips to show him how “pink” your tongue is and that’s when things get out of control.
I was waiting for the moment where Phillip ordered me to bend over the table so he could take me from behind while slapping my ass and telling me to come on demand, something I was pretty sure I would never be able to do. Did women really orgasm from a man telling them to? When I had a vibrator stuck in Virginia, I tried to tell myself to come, thinking maybe the vaginal canal contractions would release the damn thing, but Virginia gave me the middle finger and held on tight to her mini friend.
“What are you thinking about that has you giving me that far off look,” he asked in a deep voice, pulling the whole alpha male act on me, and damn if it wasn’t working.
“Umm, nothing?” I asked in a question.
“Were you thinking about sex with me?”
Yup, this was a romance novel. No one was that abrupt when just meeting, right? Were you thinking about sex with me? I mean, I just met the man in an elevator and he was asking about sex?
“Yes,” the word fell out of my mouth before I could take it back.
Who the hell just took over my body? I thought, as sheer mortification ran through me at my confession.
Patting his mouth dry with a napkin, he nodded his head and stood up while holding out his hand to me. I looked down at my half eaten soup and then to the heat in Phillip’s gaze and decided to take his hand.
Was this really happening? I thought, as he led me back to our building and up the elevator, all the while keeping his hand on my back and not saying a word. We rode past my floor and up to the top floor, where I knew the fancy people worked.
The doors to the elevator opened, and with a hello from his secretary, he walked me past her and into a big corner office. The man was in some kind of high position, but I didn’t have much time to think about it as he locked his door and turned toward me.
“Go sit on my desk and take off your pants.”
He loosened his tie and took off his jacket in one smooth motion.
Umm, was he serious? Take my pants off, in broad daylight? I knew the red brick road was non-existent now, but still, couldn’t he dim the sunlight? I was pretty sure the light would be harsh on my skin, casting a nasty glare on my curves.
“Rosie, don’t make me repeat myself.”
Holy crap! I wanted to say Yes, Sir, Mr. Grey, Sir and then bat my lashes like Anastasia, but decided to not role play, since I was pretty sure he wouldn’t like it.
Coming to the conclusion that I was living out a scene from an erotic novel, I pushed away all my insecurities, my work obligations, and took off my pants, revealing the white panties I chose to wear that had a small heart on the front. Not the sexiest pair of underwear I had, but it hid the panty lines, and that was all I cared about.
“Take off that child’s underwear,” he demanded, while rolling up his sleeves with precision and examining me.
It wasn’t children’s underwear; I got it at Victoria’s Secret, but I kept my mouth shut, took a deep breath, and pulled my underwear down, which he took from my hand and tossed in the trash.
Romance novelists were spot on when it came to alphas and underwear, they were as disposable to them as toilet paper was. I wanted to complain that underwear was five dollars, not some two cent tissue he could toss around, but once again, I kept my mouth shut.
“I want to taste you,” he said, as he trapped me against his desk. “Ever since
I saw you in the elevator, I wanted to know what that pussy tasted like.”
Okay, when I first met Phillip, I thought he was attractive, strong and confident, but never did I think he had a dirty mouth.
Taste my pussy? Holy shit, guys really said that? This was a whole new experience. I wish I could ask him to slow down. If I could record what he said, maybe take notes for my future books and to compare to other erotic novels, because this little scene playing out was spot on!
With one lift, he had me sitting on his desk, bare from the waist down and legs spread.
“This won’t do,” he said, as he took my legs and brought them up to my chest, exposing every last inch of my lower half. I instantly turned red at the thought of what my vagina looked like next to my bleached asshole. I was just praying it wasn’t a whole ebony and ivory situation down there.
“Rosie, your pussy pleases me. I didn’t expect you to be a waxer, but I couldn’t be happier.”
My pussy pleased him? Well, thank the heavens for his approval, I thought sarcastically.
In one swift bow, his head was between my legs and his fingers were parting my lady folds. I couldn’t help but think I was actually being touched in my most private parts by a man. If only I wasn’t so spread open, I would feel more comfortable. He literally had my legs pinned against my chest and spread out as far as I could make them. If he wanted to conduct an exam, he would be able to do a bang up job.
When I thought he was going to just sit there, with his head between my legs, not doing anything, he dipped his tongue against my clit, making the most heinous sound come out of my mouth.
It sounded like I gargled a vat of molasses while being struck in the ass by a rattlesnake.
Pleasure ripped through me, just from one simple flick of his tongue.
Now I knew why women’s bosoms heaved and their legs quivered, because with one flick, Phillip had me panting. Literally, I was panting, tongue hanging out, leg bouncing up and down, drool escaping my mouth as he licked just the right spot.
A complete stranger was licking me, licking Virginia, who, by the way, was by no means protesting. No, she was clapping her folds in joy, letting me know that my inappropriate and rash decisions were greatly appreciated.