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Title: Striving for Perfection
Series: Striving #2
Author: BL Mooney
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs
Release Date: September 18, 2014
Synopsis
Perfection is a gimmick.
It’s something they use to sell you shit you don’t need. The perfect home. The perfect family. The perfect marriage. Photos of that perfect life are all around us, but none of it exists.
I know better because I take those photos. It’s all a ruse to make us think that's what we want. Behind closed doors, the house is a mess, the family is fighting, and that loving couple hates each other. I prefer a different city every week, laughing friends, and a variety of lovers.
Until Carl. I’m not sure what I want when he’s around.
Perfection is an illusion.
It’s something used to make you forget all the bad shit that happens in this world. It’s an unattainable dream not worth the effort.
I had the perfect home. The perfect family. The perfect marriage. Or so I thought. That illusion died with my wife and slammed me into reality. Aside from my daughter, business deals and making money is where my heart is now.
Until Rachael. I’m not sure what I feel when she’s around.
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Excerpt
I put my body into as tight of a ball
as possible when Carl
got behind me. Every time he tried to get into my shirt, I jabbed his ribs with
my elbow. Every once in a while he would get his hands in between my arms and
squeeze my breasts. It was when his hand roamed lower between my legs that I’d
had enough. I stomped on his foot and elbowed his gut.
“For crying out loud, Rachael! Give
it to me!”
“No!” I fought him even harder
until he backed away.
We both stood catching our
breaths. “You are impossible.” He
had his hands on his hips as he walked to the door.
“Me? You’re the one trying to cop
a feel during our
scuffle.”
“I was trying to see if I could feel it
in your bra.”
I tilted my head and scowled at
him. “My bra is up here.” I
pointed to the girls.
The smirk that started to spread
across his face told me he
knew exactly what he had done. “Hey, you can’t expect a man to wrap himself
around you and not try to take advantage.”
I sat at my desk and wiped away
dust that wasn’t there. “No
one takes advantage of me.”
He looked thoughtful for a
moment as his eyes squinted a
little. “You win this round, Rach.” He reached for the door. “Watch out for
round two.”
I stopped him before he touched
the door. “Carl.” He turned
as I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out the right flash drive. I tossed
it to him.
He was stunned and fumbled, but
caught it. “What’s in your
bra?”
I shook my head. “My copy of the
photos. It’s just a small
lesson, Carl. You won’t get anything from me until I’m ready to give it.”
He stood there longer than I
wanted him to, but I refused to
look up at him to see what he was doing. I wanted to act as if his presence
hadn’t bothered me. I wasn’t going to keep that hidden for long. He started to
walk toward me.
“Let’s start over. There shouldn’t
be hostility. We’re
adults and things didn’t work out for us personally, but I really believe we
could work well together.”
I stopped moving the mouse, but I
didn’t look up at him.
“Just forget everything?” I shook my head. “I don’t think I can do that.” I
went back to work.
Carl reached down and covered
my hand with his. “Then how
about a truce?”
I looked at his hand covering mine
until he removed it.
“Fine.” I looked up to him. “But keep your hands to yourself.”
He held his hands up in mock
surrender and smiled. “You make
that kind of difficult, but I’ll try.”
“You’ll do more than try if you
want to keep all of your
appendages.” I looked him right in the eyes. “And don’t underestimate me.” I
went back to work. “Follow those two rules and we’ll be fine.”
He looked at the flash drive still in
his other hand and
nodded. “No touching and don’t underestimate you. Anything else?”
“That’s all for now.”
“Hey, are you looking at the
photos now?” He started to come
around the desk.
“No, Carl. Those are in my bra.” I
swiveled in the chair to
face him.
“Here, use mine. I really want to
look at these, and I have
a ton of meetings when I go back.” He held out his flash drive as I reached up
to take it. He grabbed my hand, yanking me out of my chair. Before I could stop
him, both of my hands were behind my back with one of his hands holding them together.
“Carl! Let me go.”
He tossed his flash drive on the
desk and ran his hand
through his hair. He smiled. “That was easier than I thought.”
I tried to break free, but his hand
only got tighter. “You
will regret this.”
“Maybe, but it will be worth it.” He
moved his hand up to
the top button on my blouse. I closed my eyes as he started to unfasten them.
He stopped on the third one and I looked at him again. “Keep your eyes open or
it’s going to take even longer.”
I whispered, “What are you doing,
Carl?”
“Helping you out.”
He continued to the last button
above my slacks. He spread
my shirt open, grazing my belly with his fingers. I hated how much I still
wanted him. I hated that I was thankful for him holding my hands or I would’ve
attacked him on my desk. He started at my belly button and slid his fingers up
toward my breasts. If he reached them, it would be over and I would beg him to
fuck me. I started fighting harder this time, breaking one hand free.
“Whoa!” He grabbed my hand and
placed it behind my back. It
caused him to get closer to my face, but at least he wasn’t touching more than
my hands. “I’m just trying to help you.” He looked at my bra and smiled. “Red
is my favorite color. Thank you for wearing it today.”
My eyes went wide as I watched
him lower his head to my
breasts. I swore I would never allow myself to get mixed up with this man again
and yet, that was exactly what was going to happen. I felt his tongue against
my skin and tried not to react. I closed my eyes when I felt his teeth graze me.
I opened my eyes when I felt him
stand. Between his teeth,
he had the flash drive I’d hidden in my bra. He bent over and let it drop to
the desk. He turned back to me with a devilish look and smiled. He looked back
down to my breasts and licked his lips.
“Don’t you dare.”
He looked in my eyes and smiled.
“You enjoyed that.”
“I’m going to enjoy killing you
much, much more.”
He looked at my breasts again.
“Well, your nipples don’t
lie.”
“I need to button up. Please let me
go.”
“See, asking nicely will get you—”
He let go, and I slapped
him across the face.
I walked around the other side of
the desk, buttoning my
shirt as quickly as possible on my way to unlock and open the office door. I
couldn’t be in a secluded setting with him anymore. I turned around and ran
into his chest. He slammed the door shut behind me.
“Don’t you ever do
that again.” His voice was quiet and firm as he spoke through gritted teeth.
“And don’t you ever do that again.” I matched his tone as I pointed back to the desk. “You
will respect me or I’ll aim a little lower next time.” I opened the door again.
“Out!"
Author Bio
B.L. Mooney started writing when the voices and storylines in her head ran out of room. They were getting too cramped and neither B.L. nor the characters could take it anymore, so she did the only thing she could do—she made room. She always knew she wanted to write, but vowed to make time for it later. Now that she’s made time for writing, most everything else falls to the wayside. That seems to suit the characters that keep popping up in her head just fine.
B.L. lives in the Midwest, and her other talents include in-demand cookies, a very dry sense of humor, and stealth eavesdropping. Some mannerisms, attitudes, or twists come from random sentences picked up while passing by strangers. So speak up the next time you have something to gossip about. You never know, it may just end up on the pages of the next book you read.
She loves to hear from her readers and you can contact her via email at AuthorBLMooney@gmail.com
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