His Desire

His Desire

By

Mary Eason

(C) Copyright by Mary Eason, July 2012

(C) Cover Art by Eliza Black, July 2012

ISBN 978-1-60394-713-8

Published by New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.store.newconceptspublishing.com

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

“Hey, Kylie, wait up!”

The sound of Aaron Winters voice calling out to her across the parking lot had the power to stop Kylie Monroe dead in her tracks. The same voice had starred in far too many of her late-night fantasies recently.

Aaron was here? Standing outside of her little shop? That was another fantasy all to itself. Aaron inside her sweet shop covered in sweets.

Kylie was still trying to purge those very inappropriate thoughts from her head by reminding herself that Aaron was Mariah’s boyfriend. He was only her ‘buddy.’ Not even a friend, really. Just a buddy who she enjoyed hanging out with and watching their college football rivals battle it out each year.

“Aaron? What are you doing here?” There was no mistaking the breathless tremor in her voice.

“Have you talked to Mariah today?” Kylie could almost feel Sarah Evans curiosity level hit a new record at hearing Aaron’s question. Sarah had been Kylie’s trusted assistant since Your Every Desire Party Planners And Sweet Shop opened its doors just a little more than two years earlier. The sweet shop—because bakery didn’t sound nearly so appealing—had been the staple that kept the door open until the party planner side of the business, Kylie’s true passion, took off.

At that time, the sweet shop was barely supporting itself while going by the name of Kylie’s Bakery. Then Sarah had walked into the door, bought a dozen cookies and she and Kylie had spent the rest of the evening eating cookies and talking about life. Sarah was looking for a job. Kylie needed help. The partnership, as well as the new name, had formed that day. Now Kylie’s every desire, Aaron Winters, had interrupted the reciting of the list of things that needed to be done before the Bank of Austin retirement party the following night. In fact, she lost her train of thought entirely upon hearing her name coming from his gorgeous lips.

“Mariah?” Kylie literally braced herself to face him. Aaron was gorgeous.

She’d been crazy about him from the minute her eyes first made contact with the most amazing blue eyes in Texas.

She forced herself to look away from his six-foot-four, tall, dark, and heavenly built body when those blue eyes slid over her body casually—in the good buddy sort of way. Not that it mattered. He could look at her as if she’d just escaped from a circus somewhere and her reaction would be the same.

She could imagine what those eyes must look like after…

She killed that fantasy before it could go any further. Someone cough. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the usual inevitable questions in Sarah’s stare. Sarah just didn’t understand why Kylie wasn’t going after Aaron like crazy.

After all, Aaron was every woman’s dream come true. Including Sarah’s, and certainly Kylie’s.

Sarah was the one who’d repeatedly told Kylie she should tell her roommate Mariah to back off when Kylie had first introduced Aaron to Mariah and he’d had the usual reaction that most men had to Mariah’s almost tall, lithely fragile frame. Mariah was a model and breathtaking. Even Kylie thought so.

No woman stood a chance with her in the room.

“Kylie?” Aaron stepped close enough for Kylie to feel the warmth in those blue eyes, along with the curiosity. He was wondering why she suddenly seemed so distracted. She pivoted her weight from one foot to the other, squirming as his eyes slid over her one more time in a less than good buddy way before asking, “I’m not interrupting anything important, am I?” Aaron had the good manners to glance Sarah’s way and reward her with one of his spectacular little grins that literally had women going weak in the knees and thinking all sorts of inappropriate things.

Kylie watched Sarah smile shyly in return and she tried not to laugh. Typical.

Why should her tough as nails assistant be any different? Every woman who had ever met Aaron Winters had that same reaction to Aaron’s smile. Kylie was weak in the knees and it wasn’t even directed at her. Just once, she thought, it would be nice if someone of her gender could refuse this man.

But it wasn’t going to be Kylie, and apparently not Sarah either.

“No, its okay, we were just leaving for the day, actually,” she told Aaron when Sarah couldn’t speak. Kylie turned to her friend and added, “I’ll talk to you in the morning, okay? Have a good time tonight. Remember, I want to hear all about it.”

“Yeah, well why don’t you do the same?” Sarah passed a knowing glance Aaron’s way. “Why not throw caution away and go for it.” Sarah smiled then waved completely dismissing the angry expression on her boss's face.

Sarah was barely twenty, eight years Kylie’s junior and still into the trendy club scene down on Sixth Street. She was constantly inviting Kylie to come along, but Kylie had given up on that part of her life a long time ago. Her career had become her only social life. She’d spent every single minute trying to make it successful. After six long years, she was finally starting to reap some of the benefits of that hard work.

Oh, not like Aaron. Aaron’s life was one big success story. When she compared her life to Aaron’s, who was only two years older, Kylie’s little success paled in comparison.

That was the difference between her and Aaron. Things came naturally and easily for him. He was charming, gorgeous and dammit, he had a nice personality. He had to have been born under a lucky star or something.

Nonetheless, Kylie’s little pride and joy was beginning to get noticed. She’d come a long ways from baking chocolate chip cookies in her parent’s lower, middle class home in Trinity, Oklahoma.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said to Sarah’s dressed-in-a-skinny-black-dress-and-four-inch-matching-black-heeled figure, which garnered her a slight wave of Sarah’s hand and a peek over her shoulder. She knew exactly what Kylie meant by that.

“You’re sure I’m not interrupting your plans?” Aaron asked again, forcing Kylie’s attention back to him. He wasn’t smiling. Aaron looked worried. Then she remembered Mariah.

“No, I was just heading to the apartment.”

“So, have you talked to Mariah today? She was supposed to come over to the house for dinner tonight. I told her there were some new developments on the promotion and that we needed to…talk. I’ve tried her cell phone all afternoon. She’s not picking up.”

Kylie shook her head because she couldn’t tell him the truth.

“She left me a message at the house but it was very vague and very unlike Mariah. She said that something had come up, a photo shoot, but she didn’t say where or for how long? Has she been acting strange to you lately?”

“Strange?”

What she really wanted to tell him was, “She’s your girlfriend, shouldn’t you know if she’s acting strange or not?” Then she remembered. Aaron had been in Oklahoma City a lot lately. His Ad Agency, Southern Comfort, which was the leading advertising firm in the South based out of Austin, was in the final stages of a take over. Aaron would be assuming the leadership role for Shelby Advertising, a firm that had once rivaled Southern Comfort but was now, due to some very bad decision making from its leadership, on the brink of bankruptcy. After only five years in the trenches, Aaron was Southern’s top candidate for the promotion.

“In what way?” Kylie hedged. She hoped that Aaron wasn’t noticing all her nervousness. He wasn’t. Aaron was too distracted.

“I don’t know? It’s hard to say. Maybe it’s just me, but ever since I mentioned the move to Oklahoma City, she’s been acting strange. Has she talked to you about it?”

Now, how to answer that? Mariah had mentioned the move. In fact, she’d told Kylie that the last place on earth she would ever consider living was in Oklahoma City. Especially when Aaron, in Mariah’s opinion, was going to ask her to give up her glamorous career as one of the top lingerie models around and settle down to become a wife and possibly mother. Mariah had said quite a lot about the subject in fact. None of which Kylie should repeat to Aaron.

There were times when she wished her roommate of three years wasn’t quite so eager to share the details of her life. Mariah had told her all about Aaron. She had been crazy about him in the beginning and had spent hours sharing Aaron’s…attributes in bed. Mariah had even been thrilled that she’d lasted past Miss April in his monthly dating rotation. She’d breezed past being Miss May and was now into possessing the title of Miss June, which in Mariah’s opinion meant Aaron was getting too serious. Kylie had to agree.

She’d been just as surprised. In the year that she and Aaron had been friends, he’d gone through at least a dozen gorgeous models. Aaron had a weakness for them. Which was why in the beginning of his and Mariah’s relationship Kylie hadn’t been too worried. But when April slipped to May and then June, well, she’d decided Aaron was gone.

Then the promotion had come and the talk about moving to Oklahoma City, which in Mariah’s opinion meant he was one-step away from asking the M

question, meaning she’d lost interest.

Mariah had found it again when she’d met some ultra rich billionaire at her last Paris shoot, two months earlier. Aaron had begun traveling back and forth to Oklahoma City by then for the negotiations.

Now Mariah claimed to be crazy about a billionaire, who in Mariah’s opinion was even better in the sack than Aaron and a whole lot richer. And he didn’t want kids or for her to give up her career.

Kylie had seen the end in sight for weeks. She just didn’t have the heart to tell Aaron.

“No. She hasn’t talked about it. Why?” It wasn’t as if Kylie approved of her roommate’s behavior. Especially not with the way, she felt about Aaron.

After all, how many sexy men did one woman deserve? Mariah had her share. There were others out there who could use the benefit of a few.

“I mean, I hadn’t noticed. But then, I really haven’t seen that much of her.

I’ve been tied up at the shop and Mariah’s been…” She’d come close to saying literally “tied up” if Mariah’s detailed description of the man’s fetishes were to be believed with her newest love interest. Somehow, Kylie managed to catch herself before the words were actually out.

“Do you mind helping me look for her?” he asked quietly in a most un-Aaron like manner. What was up with him tonight? And more importantly how could Aaron really be so blind? Could he honestly be in love with Mariah?

“Um…” As Kylie considered the best way to tell him no, Aaron took her hand and turned on the charm. Of course, she gave in almost immediately. Aaron had no idea the effects those blue eyes had on her.

Before she knew what hit her, she was seated next to Aaron in his Range Rover speeding away from her little car and her safety.

“I thought we could check out some of the clubs she likes to hang out at.

I’ve called everyone that I could think of in town.” He named off a list of Mariah’s top party buddies. “Can you think of anyone else?”

Blue eyes left the road and focused on Kylie, narrowing slightly. Aaron was finding her silence right now puzzling.

Not unless you want to call her latest boyfriend, she thought but merely shook her head and turned away.

“Do you mind if we stop by my place for a second? I’d like to make sure she hasn’t turned up there and maybe check the machine.”

Another puzzled glance; another nod.

Aaron’s house was located in Cat Mountain, one of the more exclusive neighborhoods in the hills of Austin. The house set off to itself at the end of a gated cul-de-sac sitting some distance from the road against the rugged hills.

On the few occasions Kylie had come here, mostly in the company of Mariah, she’d fallen in love with Aaron’s house. It was like a dream come true. The place was nothing but windows that afforded breathtaking views of the city and the surrounding hillside from just about every room.