I know a few of you are getting impatient for The Good Life, and I apologize for the slow-going nature of this novel. I promised one fan on Twitter, Melissa Smith, a new teaser. So here you go. It’s tiny, it’s naughty, it’s high on the ugh-why’d-you-do-that-to-me-tease-factor, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway. 😀
A teaser excerpt from THE GOOD LIFE (subject to editing, all rights reserved, etc):
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, I—gah!”
Kyle covered his eyes with his hand and started backing up to the door. He had about gotten the door shut when he heard her riotous giggling.
“Would like to stay and watch?” Demi asked.
“Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud. Everyone does it. I’m sure even a tight-ass like you has done it once or twice.”
“Ok, first, that has got to be the first time in my entire life someone has called me a tight-ass, and second, when and if I spank the monkey is none of your business.”
“Spank the monkey. Nice. A little outdated, but always fun to say.”
She continued to be unapologetically naked and he was starting to get irritated.
“Gee, I’m sorry. It’s the middle of the day and you’re naked and rubbing one out in your mother’s guest bedroom. If expressing surprise makes me a tight ass, so be it. Exactly what would you have done if I had said yes, I want to watch?”
She rolled on the bed to prop her head on her hand. She looked like a Rafael painting, hair caressing her curves, body adorned only with a smile of mystery. She moved her free hand to push her chestnut hair back, exposing more to his view. It was physically painful to move his eyes back to hers.
“I’ve never really done the voyeur thing before,” she eventually said in a ponderous manner, “but I might like it, who knows? There’s a first time for everything and no one’s expected home for a few hours.”
There was a look in her eye somewhere shy of cynicism, but definitely containing that special provocateur’s blend of humor at another’s expense he recognized from years of interrogating suspects.
“And, as usual, you go trolling for the shock factor,” Kyle sneered.
“No, I said it to be funny. It’s called having a sense of humor. You might get yourself one. I think you’ll find your life easier.”
“Again with you implying I’m a stick in the mud with no sense of humor. I don’t even know where to begin…”
“Gee, I’m sorry,” Demetria mimicked him in a taunting manner. “You’re the one walking into my mother’s home and my bedroom without knocking. If joking about it makes me a troll, so be it. Why should I put up with you judging me, but you get a free pass?”
He pinched his nose and took a deep calming breath. He waited until he had turned around to face the door to open his eyes.
“I apologize for entering unannounced. I heard–I thought–nevermind. If you could get dressed, I need to speak with you about the wedding. I’ll just wait in the kitchen.”
He turned the handle on the door but paused when he heard her voice right behind him.
“Super-secret option B, you get undressed, and we have the conversation right here. I have some oils I could use to align your chakras while we chat.”
He shook his head at the door. Why did he even bother to try to reason with this woman? She clearly got her kicks off being outrageous and scandalous, emboldened with an arrogant sense of entitlement that everyone would be too polite to call her bluff.
He turned around abruptly. She smiled in a smug, challenging manner. He returned it with a leer and enjoyed the rapid blink of her eyes and look of confusion that it elicited. He reached up and started unbuttoning his dress shirt.
“Sure. I got a little extra time, and I’ve been told I’m a good multitasker. Might as well let you help me loosen up some of this tension from work,” Kyle said.
She started backing up and her face became a marble of emotions: shock, consternation, nervous humor, and trepidation. Her eyes widened to saucer-like proportions as his hands undid his belt and unzipped his jeans.
He hadn’t enjoyed calling someone’s bluff this much since the rat squad threatened him with an inquest if he didn’t spy on Tommy’s Mafia connections for them.
–Copyright 2013, Genevieve Dewey.