Jenn Baker’s Picture Choice: 1
Title: Lover Wanted
Cecelia sat at her desk looking at her jar of colored pencils. The flat ends with their spots of color called to her. But she didn’t know where to start. She pushed away from the desk and walked over to the window. Did she really want to do this? What would Marcus think when he read it? Taking a deep breath she went back to her desk and grabbed a regular number two pencil and a ruler.
She carefully drew lines across the page, spacing them apart just enough for the calligraphy she was planning on writing. The act of moving the pencil on the paper helped her relax. Cecelia needed to do this. But she was unsure of how to write a sexy secret admirer letter. Her inspiration came from a favorite Harlequin book she read in high school. But she didn’t know if she had the imagination or the guts to write anything nearly as erotic as the woman in the book. She pushed aside her doubts and grabbed her calligraphy pen.
We have worked together for two years and you are one of my best friends. But in the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I wanted to share with you my true feelings about you. When you smile at me, my heart skips a beat and I find it hard to breath. When you touch me, even if it was on accident, my nerves start dancing and I want you to touch me again. Sometimes it takes my complete control not to reach out and touch you. But this time, I will touch you back.
When you place your large warm hand on my lower back as you move behind me, I turn around and face you. I reach my hand up to touch your face, my fingertips lightly caressing your cheek. I continue to move my fingers over your face until I’m touching your lips. I can feel your hands tighten their grip where they rest on my waist. I can see the passion in your eyes. I move my hand down to rest on your chest. You lower your head towards mine and take my lips in a heated devouring kiss. You slide your hands up my body, barely brushing my breasts, to cup my face as you rub your tongue against mine. You break the kiss and move your hands down the sides of my neck to rest on my shoulders.
My hands are in fists, grasping your shirt. I watch your face as I release your shirt and start to slowly undo the buttons. Your eyes are burning with lust. After a few are open, I slide my hands over your chest, feeling the hair that lightly covers you. My eyes follow my fingers as they lightly roam over your nipples causing them to harden. I move my hands back to your shirt. I want to see and feel your whole chest. I look up and our eyes meet. You grasp my hands to stop their motion. Keeping on hand captive, you turn away and lead me toward the barn office….
Marcus, I want to know what happens in that office. If you want to know as well, I will be waiting for you in the barn office on Valentine ’s Day after the barn hands leave for the day. If you don’t come, I will know you don’t have the same feelings as I do. But I’m hoping you do come.
Taking a deep breath, Cecelia put down the pen and stared at the letter. Before she could lose her courage, she quickly folded the letter and put in an envelope. She pushed away from her desk, walked to the back door of her house and grabbed her boots and coat. Bundled up against the cold, she walked quickly across the yard to the barn. She could hear the barn hands yelling at each other as they cleaned stalls. Smiling, she went in to the barn office. Marcus was sitting behind the desk working on the computer.
“Hey, Marcus.” She said as she sat on the couch across from the desk. He jerked his head toward her. She realized he didn’t hear her come in.
“Is something up?” He pushed the keyboard away and turned toward her. “It’s your day off.”
“Can’t I come to my barn on my day off?”
“Yes, but if I catch you working, I’ll cart you back to house like a sack of potatoes.” He smiled at her. She felt her stomach flip at the smile.
“I just wanted to come down and give you this.” She leaned forward and placed the envelope on the desk.
“Did I do something wrong?” He eyed the envelope suspiciously. “Are you firing me?”
“No, nothing like that. But you will want to read that when you are alone.” She watched him slowly pick up the envelope. He handled it as if it was poisonous snake that would bite him at any moment. He slid it in to the top drawer of the desk. “How did the appointment with the farrier go?”
“I’m not going to talk shop with you on your day off.” He leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms across his chest. “You haven’t taken a day off in months. You work too hard. We can discuss operational stuff when you are back on the clock.”
Cecelia stuck her tongue out at him. “Fine be that way. I’m going back to the house and I’m going to make cookies. But I don’t think I’ll share them with you.” She tried to be grumpy with him, but she ended up smiling at him. She stood and went to the door. She turned and looked back at Marcus. She had butterflies in her stomach about how he would react to her letter.
“Go back to the house. I’ll come by after everyone leaves to make sure you don’t need anything.”
“Thanks Marcus.” Cecelia smiled at him and left the barn. She really hoped she did the right thing.
Marcus watched as Cecelia left. Running a hand through his short hair, he thought about her visit. She seemed nervous and worried about something. But he couldn’t think of anything that would cause her worry. He slowly opened the drawer and pulled out the envelope. Maybe it had something do with the letter she brought him. He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. The calligraphy took him by surprise. He knew that Cecelia was a crafty person but he never would have guessed she could write like that. Leaning back in the chair, he read her note.
By the time he finished the letter, he was so aroused that his pants were uncomfortably tight. He reached down and tried to relieve the pressure on his erection. He had to re-read the note to make sure he wasn’t mistaking what Cecelia was telling him. He refolded the letter and slipped it back in to the envelope. After turning off the computer, Marcus pushed away from the desk and left the office. His path lead him straight to Cecelia’s house.
He didn’t want to wait twenty-four hours to find out what she tasted like or to feel her small hands running over his chest. Smiling he walked to the back door and walked in to the house.
Jenn lives in central Florida with her best friend and husband, Andy. When not reviewing books on her book blog, PonyTails Book Reviews, she writes her own Contemporary Western Romance and Scottish Historicals. Jenn is hoping to have her first novel, The Prodigal Cowboy, published in the fall of 2013.