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Caliendo.
She was wild fire, that was evident, dangerous to touch and she’d left her mark on Ryder. But, maybe she wasn’t exactly who Ryder presumed. He would have never foreseen Violet approaching him the way she had, but expected her rough and controlling touch. It was the gentle affection during, the way she moved, arched, and moaned under this touch that was leaving him confused.
Violet guided this group with a confident stride, presenting immense strength, doing a job no one should ever be tasked with, planning her ex-husband’s wedding, and Ryder didn’t see a touch of frostiness trickling from her body. That said volumes about her, didn’t it? Then when she looked at Ryder, and she did, even against her attempts not to, there was desire flaming in those eyes, with a touch of irritation with him, but then there was that look he couldn’t identify. Whatever it was, Ryder felt it too. It was more than his desire for Violet, he felt drawn to her.
You don’t know her. Joel knows her.
Joel talked a lot of trash about a lot of people leaving Ryder only to ever believe half, if that, of what came out of his mouth. Then why had Ryder trusted his portrayal of Violet, the cold and heartless Ice Queen? Because Ryder hadn’t cared one way or the other about who the real Violet Caliendo was. And he cared now? No...yes...maybe...
Joel punched Ryder’s shoulder, dragging his thoughts away from the Violet debate going on in his head and back to the conversation at hand.
What were they talking about?
Joel wanted every detail of Ryder’s morning.
I woke up early to my phone ringing wild, as my cousins who have invested into the company and hired on to re-develop our look were demanding decisions. I spent hours on the phone before another call came in from my dad’s worker, saying he was in the mood to go fishing. My dad, who has dementia and doesn’t know who I am half the time and I spent the morning sitting on the dock at Crystal Lake, with yes a brunette named, Sabin and a blonde named, Tank and they were the closest to a companion I was looking for...until now.
Ryder’s eyes darted to Violet, damn it , he couldn’t help it. Companion. She was no companion...was she?
“Well, you know I’ve always been a sucker for blondes,” Ryder said, hating the way Joel brought this out in him.
Joel laughed his tune of approval. “Yeah, you do. So blonde it was. That’s my man.”
Blonde beauty with a highlight of violet.
Joel held his fist out and Ryder cringed when his fist was forced to meet it. He hated what Violet might be thinking right now. Hated what she was thinking? Why? It wasn’t like they were in a relationship. Damn, they’d just done what everyone thought he did: had sex in the bathroom.
Still, it bothered him.
“Honestly though, Joel, I didn’t initiate it at all. She walked her long, slim, gorgeous legs toward me, grabbed my shirt with her seductive fingers and planted her wanting lips on mine.” As Ryder described only partial moments of this morning, the rest replayed in his mind and he found himself wanting to go back in time and lavish in the encounter all over again.
Violet’s head turned full throttle in Ryder’s direction. Not just a slight tilt of her head, or an eye stealing side-view, but she looked right at him. When their betraying eyes met for the short flash, her appetite burst, telling him she’d travelled back into that room with him.
Did Violet want a replay?
The anticipation that she might, excited Ryder, but bolts of lightning warded his thoughts .
Ice queen. Tornado. What are you thinking?
This woman was no ice queen and he liked the way the ambience of her tornado twisted his insides.
“Do you hear that Violet? What a guy.” Did Joel not see what was happening between them? Was anything happening between them or was Ryder creating it?
“I hear him.” Violet’s gaze didn’t waver and her tone wasn’t threatening.
Was it an invitation?
Ryder
She was wild fire, that was evident, dangerous to touch and she’d left her mark on Ryder. But, maybe she wasn’t exactly who Ryder presumed. He would have never foreseen Violet approaching him the way she had, but expected her rough and controlling touch. It was the gentle affection during, the way she moved, arched, and moaned under this touch that was leaving him confused.
Violet guided this group with a confident stride, presenting immense strength, doing a job no one should ever be tasked with, planning her ex-husband’s wedding, and Ryder didn’t see a touch of frostiness trickling from her body. That said volumes about her, didn’t it? Then when she looked at Ryder, and she did, even against her attempts not to, there was desire flaming in those eyes, with a touch of irritation with him, but then there was that look he couldn’t identify. Whatever it was, Ryder felt it too. It was more than his desire for Violet, he felt drawn to her.
You don’t know her. Joel knows her.
Joel talked a lot of trash about a lot of people leaving Ryder only to ever believe half, if that, of what came out of his mouth. Then why had Ryder trusted his portrayal of Violet, the cold and heartless Ice Queen? Because Ryder hadn’t cared one way or the other about who the real Violet Caliendo was. And he cared now? No...yes...maybe...
Joel punched Ryder’s shoulder, dragging his thoughts away from the Violet debate going on in his head and back to the conversation at hand.
What were they talking about?
Joel wanted every detail of Ryder’s morning.
I woke up early to my phone ringing wild, as my cousins who have invested into the company and hired on to re-develop our look were demanding decisions. I spent hours on the phone before another call came in from my dad’s worker, saying he was in the mood to go fishing. My dad, who has dementia and doesn’t know who I am half the time and I spent the morning sitting on the dock at Crystal Lake, with yes a brunette named, Sabin and a blonde named, Tank and they were the closest to a companion I was looking for...until now.
Ryder’s eyes darted to Violet, damn it , he couldn’t help it. Companion. She was no companion...was she?
“Well, you know I’ve always been a sucker for blondes,” Ryder said, hating the way Joel brought this out in him.
Joel laughed his tune of approval. “Yeah, you do. So blonde it was. That’s my man.”
Blonde beauty with a highlight of violet.
Joel held his fist out and Ryder cringed when his fist was forced to meet it. He hated what Violet might be thinking right now. Hated what she was thinking? Why? It wasn’t like they were in a relationship. Damn, they’d just done what everyone thought he did: had sex in the bathroom.
Still, it bothered him.
“Honestly though, Joel, I didn’t initiate it at all. She walked her long, slim, gorgeous legs toward me, grabbed my shirt with her seductive fingers and planted her wanting lips on mine.” As Ryder described only partial moments of this morning, the rest replayed in his mind and he found himself wanting to go back in time and lavish in the encounter all over again.
Violet’s head turned full throttle in Ryder’s direction. Not just a slight tilt of her head, or an eye stealing side-view, but she looked right at him. When their betraying eyes met for the short flash, her appetite burst, telling him she’d travelled back into that room with him.
Did Violet want a replay?
The anticipation that she might, excited Ryder, but bolts of lightning warded his thoughts .
Ice queen. Tornado. What are you thinking?
This woman was no ice queen and he liked the way the ambience of her tornado twisted his insides.
“Do you hear that Violet? What a guy.” Did Joel not see what was happening between them? Was anything happening between them or was Ryder creating it?
“I hear him.” Violet’s gaze didn’t waver and her tone wasn’t threatening.
Was it an invitation?
Ryder
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