Welcome to the inaugural post for Write Club, a blog hop hosted by Skye Warren and friends designed to take the place of the official Six Sentence Sunday hop that ended in January. It’s a bi-weekly blog hop, alternating between book excerpts and topics related to our writing process and inspiration. This week, I’m sharing a longer than average snippet from my work in progress Controlling Chelsea.
They chatted over drinks, Chelsea still trying to figure Ian out. She’d never dated anyone else with the courtesy Ian extended to everyone and she appreciated that. At the same time, though, she’d never known anyone who insisted on managing their surroundings the way he did either. On one hand, this take charge approach excited her. On the other hand, she wondered just how far this insistence went. After two drinks, she felt confident enough – or perhaps just emboldened by liquid courage – to ask.
“So, Ian, you’ve planned all of our dates. You’ve opened all my doors, ordered all of my food, paid for everything. All I’ve had to do is show up and be charming. Why? What are you getting out of this?”
“Do you like it?”
Chelsea flushed. “Don’t answer my question with a question. That’s evasive. Not fair. Answer me first.”
“I’ll answer you however I like. After you answer my question.” The blush on her cheeks told Ian everything he needed to know, but he wanted to hear her say it. To admit out loud how the interaction between them affected her. He looked straight into her eyes for a few moments before she dropped her gaze. Ian felt certain that if he slid his fingers under her skirt that her panties would be soaked through.
Chelsea squirmed in her seat and focused her attention on her empty drink, as if the answers were buried in the ice at the bottom her glass. After a few quiet minutes, she glanced back up at him.
“I don’t dislike it.” She practically whispered her response.
“That doesn’t answer the question. Do you like it? Does it turn you on when I make decisions and order for you?”
“Liar. There’s no maybe about it. If it didn’t, you wouldn’t be sitting across from me right now. If you weren’t excited by the interactions between us, you would have put up a much larger fuss at dinner last week and you wouldn’t have accepted a date with me tonight. I asked a yes or no question. Which is it? Yes or no?”
“If you’ve already determined the answer is yes, why do you need me to say it?” A slow grin spread across Ian’s face and he leaned towards her across the small table.
“Because your submission turns me on. I’m rock hard under this table right now. Admit it. Say yes. You’re aroused and we both know it.” His confidence made her want to kiss him and slap him at the same time.
“I don’t recall you being this aggressive on our first date.”
“Six years ago, my interests were mainly limited to the bedroom. Over time, and a few disastrous relationships, I realized what I want in a relationship is someone who’s comfortable letting me be the man – in a very traditional sense. I’m not just looking for a quick game of slap and tickle. That’s not my style.”
“What is your style?”