Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 8

“But San Francisco seems like it would be a wonderful city,” said Ana, looking toward the moon. “You’ve got the Golden Gate Bridge and beautiful beaches along the Pacific, which I hear is a lot more majestic than the Atlantic.”
“All tourist traps,” said Brett. “Can’t say I’ve really been to either one.”
“Really?” Ana titled her head. “I would think it would be amazingly romantic.”
Brett stopped, turned to her and lightly brushed a stay hair off her cheek. “I think this moment is amazingly romantic.”
He bent slightly and gently placed his lips on hers. Ana felt her stomach erupt with butterflies as she melted into his warm embrace.
Ana felt a rush of heat engulf her body as Brett kissed her passionately. He was by the far the best kisser she had ever encountered. His kisses were light but hungry and his steady arms around her made her feel safe and care for.
Her heart raced as she followed his lead. Her thigh started to vibrate. Ana broke their embrace as she realized it was not the kiss causing the vibration, but Brett’s phone.
“Do you need to get that?” she asked.
Brett shook his head as the vibration stopped. “It’s just the alarm on the phone.” He pulled her in for another sweet kiss and then whispered in her ear. “It has been an amazing night, but I’m afraid I must go.”
“But the reception has barely begun,” Ana said with a sigh.
“I’m catching the red eye back to San Fran tonight,” said Brett. “I have a major deal going down in the morning and I need to be there.”
“I understand,” said Ana, turning back towards the party, “but I am disappointed to see you go.”
Brett swung her back into his arms. “As am I.” He kissed her.
Ana’s knees felt weak as his light kisses turned to hard desperation, as if he were kissing her for the last time. He broke their kiss and cupped her cheek. “My beautiful Anastasia, you have made this night unforgettable. If you find yourself in San Francisco I’ll never forgive you if you don’t look me up.”
“Well we can’t have that,” said Ana. “I promise to do so.”
Brett wrapped his arm around her as the two started walking back to the party. Ana felt as if she were walking on clouds as they glided through the party and to the valet stand. His arm felt right wrapped around her waist, as if it had always been meant to be there.  He wrapped her up in another hug and said good-bye with a gentle kiss before getting into his rental Mercedes and driving away.
Ana sighed as she watched the taillight disappear out of the beach club’s exclusive gates. Brett was everything she dreamed of in a man. He was kind, handsome, romantic and passionate. She couldn’t wait to see him again.

Her heart dropped. While in their clouded romantic state neither had asked the other for their contact information. She clamped her hand over her mouth, resisting the urge to cry out, “Wait!” to the empty parking lot. She was too late and her perfect man was gone. 

Friday, September 25, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 7

 “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach? It’s a lovely evening,” asked Brett as the music stopped.
Ana nodded. “Sounds lovely.”
Tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow he walked her out the large patio doors that led to the beach. The moon was full, casting an ambient glow that made Ana feel as if she were entering a fairy tale. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as they made their way to the waves.
She paused as they stepped off the boardwalk and onto the sand to take off her heels.
“So Ana, what do you do when you’re not attending the wedding of the century?” asked Brett.
Ana laughed. “Is that what they’re calling it?”
“Of course,” said Brett, “You’ve got a fairy tale story ending with a wedding, the news outlets are calling Cindy and Charles our royals.”
“Better than another Kardashian wedding,” said Ana rolling her eyes. “But to answer your question, I’m a fashion designer.”
“Oh yeah?” Brett cocked his head. “What do you design?”
“Shoes,” said Ana, holding up her red peep toe pumps. “I design for Beauxpieds.”
Brett let out a low whistle. “That’s impressive.”
“Is it?” Ana bit her lip.
“Their shoes are everywhere,” said Brett. “My sister won’t wear anything else and she’s nothing if not fashionable. Do you not like it?”
Ana sighed. “I enjoy designing shoes. I do not enjoy my boss who takes credit for my work. I swear she hasn’t had an original shoe design in the three years I’ve worked there, but if you ask the higher ups she’s the next Jimmy Choo.”
“You just need to get your designs in front of the right set of eyes,” said Brett.
“Easier said than done,” said Ana. “I’m stuck in the basement. I don’t even have clearance to get into the elevator that goes to the executive offices …” Ana covered her face with hand. “Oh, listen to me. Could I be any whinier?”
Brett chuckled. “If you knew my sister, you would know you’re not even close to being the whiniest. Sounds like you’re working in a frustrating environment.”
“That’s the truth,” said Ana.
“You can either stay in the trenches and wait for your time to shine or you can leave the job,” said Brett.
Ana looked out over the waves. The ocean never ceased to make her feel both small and invincible. Seemed like there were so many opportunities just beyond the waves. Countries and cultures she had never experienced before, just waiting for her to go and indulge in their offerings.
Her heart leapt at the thought of traveling to far off places and she shook the frustration of her job away. “You’re right, but enough about my job. Cindy tells me you’re from San Francisco. I’ve never been there, what’s the city like?”  
Brett shrugged as they turned and walked just out of the reach of the incoming waves. “It’s okay. I would like to make my way to New York City soon.”
“But San Francisco seems like it would be a wonderful city,” said Ana, looking toward the moon. “You’ve got the Golden Gate Bridge and beautiful beaches along the Pacific, which I hear is a lot more majestic than the Atlantic.”
“All tourist traps,” said Brett. “Can’t say I’ve really been to either one.”
“Really?” Ana titled her head. “I would think it would be amazingly romantic.”
Brett stopped, turned to her and lightly brushed a stay hair off her cheek. “I think this moment is amazingly romantic.”

He bent slightly and gently placed his lips on hers. Ana felt her stomach erupt with butterflies as she melted into his warm embrace. 

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Native American Animal Symbol

Hello everyone! If you were born
Sep 22 - Oct 22 
You are a Raven


Highly enthusiastic, and a natural entrepreneur, the Crow is quite a charmer. But he/she doesn't have to work at being charming - it comes easily. Everyone recognizes the Crow's easy energy, and everyone turns to the Crow for his/her ideas and opinions. This is because the Crow is both idealistic and diplomatic and is quite ingenious. In nurturing environments this Native American animal symbol is easy-going, can be romantic, and soft-spoken. Further, the crow can be quite patient, and intuitive in relationships. Left to his/her own devices, the Crow can be demanding, inconsistent, vindictive, and abrasive.
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Friday, September 18, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 6

“Cindy,” said Ana. “We’re old enough now not to buy into Mother’s lies. Cindy has never done anything to us and she certainly didn’t cause her father to pass on. We’ve been mean and cruel to her. I by never standing up for her and always keeping my mouth shut even when I knew better and you for joining in Mother’s emotional abuse. We’ve all been nothing better than bullies and now Cindy is willing to let bygone be bygones. Don’t you want to take that opportunity to make things right?”
“No. I do not,” snarled Deidra. “Because I’ve done nothing wrong. I only speak the truth and some people just can’t handle the truth. Cindy should be thanking me for letting her know her flaws so she can fix them. I’ve been doing her a favor and what did it get me? A front row seat to watch her marry the man of my dreams.”
Ana sighed heavily, but before she could defend Cindy her eyes caught Brett’s. He walked toward her, his smile a mile wide. She couldn’t help but smile back.
“What?” Deidra looked over her shoulder. “Oh my, who is that tasty drink of water? I’ve got to take his picture so I can put it up on Instagram for Man Crush Monday.”
Deidra lifted her phone and Ana instantly pulled Deidra’s arm down. “Grow up,” she said as she walked to meet Brett.
“I’ve been looking for you,” said Brett, taking Ana’s hand and planting a delicate kiss on the back of it.
“Well, I’m glad you found me,” said Ana.
He led her to the dance floor. “Would you like to dance?”
“That would be nice, but warning, you’ve seen how good I am on my feet.” She giggled.
“Don’t worry,” said Brett, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I won’t let you fall.”
A slow jazz tune filled the air and Brett glided Ana across the floor. His steps were deliberate, yet graceful and Ana found herself following his lead as if she’d been a professional dancer, herself.
“Where did you learn how to dance?” she asked. “You are quite elegant on your feet.”
“My momma made me take waltz lessons,” answered Brett. “If I’m being honest, I hated the idea at first. I begged Momma not to make me go, but she wouldn’t hear it. Once I got there and saw I was the only boy in the class. All the girls wanted to partner with me and I decided my momma was a pretty smart lady.”
“I don’t know what I love more about that statement,” said Ana, with a smile. “The fact you call your mother, momma, or that you consider her a smart lady.”
 “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach? It’s a lovely evening,” asked Brett as the music stopped.
Ana nodded. “Sounds lovely.”

Tucking her hand into the crook of his elbow he walked her out the large patio doors that led to the beach. The moon was full, casting an ambient glow that made Ana feel as if she were entering a fairy tale. Her stomach fluttered with excitement as they made their way to the waves. 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 5

Cindy’s smile returned as she put her hand on Ana’s arm. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it that way. Who doesn’t love Jane Eyre? My point is, why feed into gossip, or in this case your own overthinking, and not just enjoy the moment? After dinner just see where it goes, dance with Brett, take a moonlight stroll on the beach, have fun without worrying when the other shoe is going to drop.”
Charles tapped Cindy’s shoulder getting her attention and Ana turned her attention to her salad. As she swirled her spinach in balsamic vinegar, Cindy’s words echoed in her head. Why shouldn’t she just have fun tonight?
Ana stabbed a tomato with her fork and squared her shoulders. She was going to live up the night and leave her worries behind.

*****

Ana laughed as Cindy smashed cake all over Charles’ perfect face after he had done the same to her. She knew it was a small miracle Cindy and Charles had found each other. They were perfect for each other. Both were generous as well as easy going.  Charles had just returned from suppling parts of Ebola stricken Africa with badly needed medical supplies. He hadn’t even started his residency at University Hospital, but he was already helping others. And Cindy practically ran the Samaritan Center that helped the homeless.
Cindy and Charles gave Ana hope that there actually were more good kind-hearted people in the world, than snakes like her mother and sister.
“I can’t believe they’re rubbing cake in each other’s faces. It’s so juvenile,” said Deidra, tapping on her phone. “I can only imagine what Sally Popkins will have to say about that.”
“They’re just having fun,” said Ana. “Leave them alone.”
 Deidra released a sound of disgust as she wrinkled her nose at Ana. “Leave them alone? Why should I? Cindy is nothing but an entitled brat and Charles is a jerk for ditching me for Cindy.”
“Charles was not your date,” said Ana, with a huge sigh. “And Cindy is anything but an entitled brat.”
“Oh I see,” said Deidra with a smirk. “You’re taking up for Cindy now that she’s married into a wealthy family. You’re going to be all nicey nicey to her so you can share in her riches. Smart plan, but you don’t have to pretend around me. I’ll keep your secret, just slide me a little cash on the side.”
“That’s not it at all,” snapped Ana a little louder than she had intended. The crowd around them stopped their conversations to stare at Ana. She took Deidra’s arm and led her to a more secluded spot. Double checking to make sure their mother was nowhere to be seen, she looked her younger sister directly in the eyes.
“Can’t you see how awful we were to her?” asked Ana.
“To who?” asked Deidra.
“Cindy,” said Ana. “We’re old enough now not to buy into Mother’s lies. Cindy has never done anything to us and she certainly didn’t cause her father to pass on. We’ve been mean and cruel to her. I by never standing up for her and always keeping my mouth shut even when I knew better and you for joining in Mother’s emotional abuse. We’ve all been nothing better than bullies and now Cindy is willing to let bygone be bygones. Don’t you want to take that opportunity to make things right?”

“No. I do not,” snarled Deidra. “Because I’ve done nothing wrong. I only speak the truth and some people just can’t handle the truth. Cindy should be thanking me for letting her know her flaws so she can fix them. I’ve been doing her a favor and what did it get me? A front row seat to watch her marry the man of my dreams.”

Friday, September 11, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 4

Brett gave her a wink as he walked to his table and Ana let out a low, happy sigh.
“What was that all about?” asked Cindy, as the wait staff started to serve the first course.
“He was just helping me to my seat,” said Ana. “I tripped as I was walking over here and he caught me before I could fall.”
Cindy giggled. “Did he? Seems like you’ve fallen pretty hard.”
Ana felt her cheeks grow hot and knew she was blushing. “Cindy, I just met him.”
“And you’re gushing like a school girl over him,” Cindy said with a giggle.
“Do you know him?” asked Ana.
“Brett Morrow?” Cindy nodded. “Kind of, he was Charles’ roommate at Yale. I believe he lives in San Francisco now and works for some company that buys Mom and Pop companies and makes them super successful. We had dinner with him the other night when he came into town. Seems really smart and I like that he helps small business owners.”
Ana took in the information as she watched Brett help an elderly lady into her chair. She sat her chin on her hand and sighed. “He seems perfect, but I can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.”
Cindy wrinkled her nose. “You just said he seemed perfect? What could be wrong?”
“No one is perfect,” said Ana. “He probably has an extra toe or a crazy wife locked up in the tower a la Jane Eyre.”
“Pretty sure his San Francisco penthouse does not have a tower and Charles would’ve told me if Brett had a crazy wife locked away. He lives for that kind of gossip.”
“Who doesn’t?” asked Ana with a bit of a smile.
“I don’t,” said Cindy, her smile fading.
Ana felt the air rush out of her and scrambled for an apology, “Oh Cindy, I’m sorry. All those times my mother locked you in your room and Deidra told everyone at school you were crazy. I just meant …”
Cindy’s smile returned as she put her hand on Ana’s arm. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it that way. Who doesn’t love Jane Eyre? My point is, why feed into gossip, or in this case your own overthinking, and not just enjoy the moment? After dinner just see where it goes, dance with Brett, take a moonlight stroll on the beach, have fun without worrying when the other shoe is going to drop.”
Charles tapped Cindy’s shoulder getting her attention and Ana turned her attention to her salad. As she swirled her spinach in balsamic vinegar, Cindy’s words echoed in her head. Why shouldn’t she just have fun tonight?

Ana stabbed a tomato with her fork and squared her shoulders. She was going to live up the night and leave her worries behind. 

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 3

Tilde gestured around the room. “This room is filled with eligible, rich, men for you and your sister. I’m here to find you a husband.”
“Please don’t,” begged Ana.
“Don’t what?” Tilde cocked her head. “Find suitable spouses for my daughters I love dearly, insuring they have a financial security for life?”
Before Ana could respond the sound of silver tapping crystal echoed through the room bringing it to silence. Everyone looked up to see Charles’ mother, Elizabeth, tapping her wine goblet. “Please, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time to take your designated seats so we can dine.”
Ana felt a wave of relief flood over her as she excused herself from her mother to take her seat next to Cindy at a large wedding party table in front of the dance floor. As she walked across the room, she said a little prayer that by some miracle she would be spared of her mother’s matchmaking skills.
She shivered as she thought of the last date her mother had set up. He had been the definition of a stereotypical stock broker with slicked back hair and greedy green eyes. During their entire dinner date, he spoke of nothing but how much money he had made. Ana guessed by his tone and his occasional creepy winks that most of his money was not made by legal means.
As Ana tried to shake the hibbie jibbies away she had contracted just by thinking of the stock sleaze ball her foot caught something hard. Ana flung her hands out as her balance gave way and waited to hit the floor. This one small move would make her the laughing stock of the wedding of the year.
She was surprised as two strong arms locked around her waist and brought her upright before a scene could be made. Ana looked up and felt her heart swoon as two soft brown eyes looked back at her. They reminded her a brown sugar and as she let her gaze over the rest of the gentleman’s face she felt it was just as sweet.
“Are you okay?” asked the man, keeping his firm embrace around her waist until he was sure Ana had her footing.
She delicately touched his upper arms and gave him a warm smile. “Thanks to you, I am.”
He returned her smile, sending warmth sailing through her body. I could stare at that smile for a lifetime, she thought.
The gentleman let out an uneasy chuckle as he released his hands from her waist. “I guess I should unhand you now.”
“Oh, you don’t have to,” said Ana, then felt her cheeks rise with color. “I mean, would you mind escorting me to my seat? Seems I can’t trust my own feet to get me there. Would you mind Mr. …” She paused and waited for him to fill in the blank.
“Mr. Morrow,” said the man, “but please call me Brett. And you are?”
Ana extended her hand, which Brett shook gently and didn’t release. Ana loved the way her hand felt in his. It was if her right hand had suddenly found its soul mate. “Anastasia Durrant, but please call me Ana.”
“But Anastasia is such a beautiful name.” He bent slightly giving Ana a soft peck on the back of her hand. “Would it be too forward for me to call you by your given name?”
“I would like that,” said Ana, trying to keep herself from giggling like a little school girl as he tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and walked her toward her seat.
Brett let go of her hand momentarily as he pulled out her chair and then helped her in it. “I do hope you’ll save me a dance later,” he said as he slid her chair into place.
“Absolutely,” said Ana.
Brett gave her a wink as he walked to his table and Ana let out a low, happy sigh.
“What was that all about?” asked Cindy, as the wait staff started to serve the first course.
“He was just helping me to my seat,” said Ana. “I tripped as I was walking over here and he caught me before I could fall.”

Cindy giggled. “Did he? Seems like you’ve fallen pretty hard.”

Friday, September 4, 2015

Only a Kiss ~ Part 2

Charles walked up behind Cindy and wrapped his arms around her as guests started to file into the reception area. “Honey, I hate to interrupt, but Mother is insisting we stand in that dreadful reception line.”
“Okay, Baby,” said Cindy, she started towards the door before turning toward Ana. “You see, Ana dear, you’re responsible for my happily ever after.”
Ana sighed as Cindy turned and greeted her other guests. “If only I could be responsible for my own.”
 “Well, I’m glad that’s over,” said Deidra, coming over to Ana. “I swear when I get married we’re not going to have any of this sappy nonsense. Could you believe they released butterflies in honor of their love? Seriously.”
“I thought it was nice,” said Ana. “And the butterflies were realized in Greg’s honor, not to symbolize their love. Weren’t you paying attention to the ceremony?”
Deidra pulled out her phone. “Actually I was live tweeting the entire event. I even got a retweet from Sally Popkins!” Deidra squealed. “Can you believe it?”
“Who is Sally Popkins?” asked Ana.
Deidra rolled her eyes. “She’s only the host of the highest rated fashion show on the Contour Channel, Fashion Fiascoes.”
“Nice,” said Ana. “What did she retweet?”
“Well,” said Deidra with a sly smile. “I said Cindy’s gown looked like a swan humping a wedding cake and attached a picture and Sally agreed.”
Ana gasped. “Deidra, that’s awful and Cindy’s dress is beautiful and classic. She looks like a princess, finally marrying her prince. I can’t believe you said that about our sister.”
Deidra wrinkled her nose. “Stepsister. Beside everyone knows Charles was interested in me before Cindy stole your dress and conned her way into the gala.”
Ana held up her hands. “I’ve told you a number of times, Cindy did not steal my dress. I let her wear it and urged her to go. The gala was in honor of her father, she had every right to be there.”
“Oh did she?”
Ana felt goosebumps race up her spine at the sound of her mother’s voice behind her. Just the tone of her mother’s sentence made Ana was to run and cower in a closet. Ana reminded herself that she was twenty-six years old and no longer needed to be afraid of her mother.
She squared her shoulders. “She did. Greg had been in our lives for five years, but in Cindy’s life forever. He was her father.”
“She also killed him,” contempt dripped off Tilde’s statement.
“Mother,” Ana said softly, hoping a scene wasn’t about to stir. “Greg died of pancreatic cancer, Cindy had nothing to do with that.”
“The amount of stress poor Greg endured having a daughter like Cindy was enough to make him quit trying and give in to the disease,” said Tilde. “He’d rather die than deal with her any longer.”
Ana shook her head. “I can’t even … if you think this of Cindy why are you even here?”
Tilde gestured around the room. “This room is filled with eligible, rich, men for you and your sister. I’m here to find you a husband.”
“Please don’t,” begged Ana.

“Don’t what?” Tilde cocked her head. “Find suitable spouses for my daughters I love dearly, insuring they have a financial security for life?”