No time to present a full fledged post…emergency editin’ job, BUT I have wonderful news!!!
Imagine my surprise when I received the following PM from Tropical Sorbet today:
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Humor – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 16 – Words: 121,973 – Reviews: 3,931 – Favs: 3,394 – Follows: 4,545 – Updated: Jun 1, 2013 – Published: Jun 9, 2010 – id: 6037621
“Good luck Bella!” Angela called out to me, nervously, as I closed the door to our apartment.
I was headed to my first day on the job, as Edward Cullen’s personal massage therapist. Apparently, that was something I was going to need lots of luck with. I heard the countless stories about Mr. Cullen, though most of his employees called him Edroar the Angry Lion, behind his back of course.
That was the name of a children’s book a group of authors at Cullen Publishing anonymously wrote about him…with a poison pen.
It was the story of an angry lion, named Edroar, who used his mighty roar to frighten everyone away, leaving him sad and alone in the jungle. The underground story was a favorite amongst his employees.
According to Angela, the book was practically biographical, since Mr. Cullen would literally roar at his staff when angered, causing all the girls and boys at Cullen Publishing to scamper off shivering in fear.
From what I’d been told he caused at least two girls to flee his office in tears each week.
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I loved the feeling of massage oil; I let it slip through my fingers slowly. I enjoyed its silky texture as I spread it across his back. I felt myself slipping into the zone.
Whether I was singing, writing lyrics or giving a massage, I would lose myself deeply and end up in a creative zone.
My hands were gliding over the smooth skin on his back. Oddly enough our skin color was nearly identical, it was hard to tell where my skin ended and his began.
I watched as my fingertips slid up and down his spine, I warmed out the area by creating circular friction with my palms.
He laid there still as a statue.
After warming and kneading his muscles, I noticed his breathing had gotten louder. It actually knocked me out of my zone, which was really tough to do.
I cautiously peered over at his face. His mouth hung slightly open. His eyes were darting around beneath his eyelids. I heard the faintest snore.
The mighty Edroar had fallen asleep.
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And where did we leave off at chapter 16?
A vile slew of obscenities burst from my lips, followed by a praise to God, then some very ungodly moaning. A few flashes of light and my entire body tensed in the most powerful release I ever felt. I nearly passed out from the force of it.
My body went limp, falling against his.
“Jesus Christ!” I panted.
“I prefer if you call me Edward,” he replied coolly.
Ha! Who says dreams don’t come true LMAO!