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Absolutely Not ISBN 9781419913457 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Absolutely Not Copyright 2007 Daisy Dexter Dobbs Edited by Briana St. James. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication November 2007 This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Elloras Cave Publishing, Inc. 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors imagination and used fictitiously.

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Dedication To my darling husband and daughter, for their wealth of inspiration, unwavering belief and steadfast support. And to my wonderful editor Bree. Honestly, I dont know what I would do without her wonderful, insightful suggestions and gentle guidance.

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Chapter One
Maisy Morganfield advanced closer to the pearly gray casket and peered down. Yup, no doubt about it, it was really her ex-husband stretched out on all that creamy pristine satin. And he was really dead. Well after all, thats what the obituary in the Chicago Tribune saidProminent Schaumburg, Illinois, real estate broker, John Morganfield, age 40, dies of heart attackbut she had to come to the funeral home and see it with her own eyes. There he was, rigid and supine and still flaunting that damned arrogant smile. An unwelcome shudder rippled through her body. How in the hell the mortician managed to affix that smile intrigued Maisy enough to want to poke John in the ribs, just to be sure. Judiciously, she overcame the urge. A quick glance to either side ensured no one else was close. You robbed me, you sonuvabitch, Maisy accused under her breath. You had to die and cheat me out of my moment of glory, my sweet revenge, and Ill never forgive you for that, you bastard. Standing over the bloodless corpse that had once been the man she loved, she tried to feel some emotion, any emotion other than bitterness, anger and loathing. Nothing. It just wasnt there anymore. Not after hed broken her heart, methodically stomping on it until it became a tattered clump of raw meat. Success had always been important to him, to the exclusion of most anything else in life. And John Morganfield had scored a palpable victory when he succeeded in obliterating every last ounce of love or compassion Maisy felt for him long ago. It wasnt that Maisy was happy to see John deadwell, actually, she had wished him dead more times than she cared to remember. In fact, shed often fantasized about plotting the perfect murder, killing the bastard off and reveling in a naked dance of joy on his grave. Cringing at the morbid recollection, Maisy bit back the trickle of guilt threatening to surface. Its just that, if John had to go and die, couldnt he have had the decency to wait a little while longerjust long enough for her to exact a teensy bit of well-deserved revenge? Selfish in life, selfish in death, that was John. What a great epitaph. The thought teased Maisys lips with a smile, which she immediately expunged, reminding herself that nice ex-wives shouldnt revel in such nasty thoughts about their dead exhusbands. Especially when the ex-wife was standing over her not-so-dearly departed exs casket. The mood in the room wasnt exactly one of bereavement, which helped to ease Maisys less-than-sorrowful mind-set. There were no inconsolable family members. The
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only blood relation Maisy spotted was Harry Morganfield, Johns oily buffoon of a cousin. The best man at their wedding, hed done his best to stick his tongue down Maisys throat after the ceremony, while pinching her ass at the same time. Clearly seeing Johns wake as a stellar networking opportunity, he was glibly passing out business cards and schmoozing with Johns smiling coworkers. There were no grief-stricken friends in attendance either. John had never bothered cultivating friendships. It was unproductive. He viewed people as potential clients or competitors. The only reason he ever turned on the charm was to reel in prospective customers or, at least in Maisys case, prospective wives. Expelling a great sigh, Maisy gave Johns pasty remains one last, narrow-eyed, glimpse before turning to leave and finding herself face-to-face with Sharon Fitch. Fitch the Bitchthe anorexic-looking redhead who was once Johns mistress and now his grieving widow. Maisy took in Sharons overstated mourning garb with a knowing smile. The tight black dress stopped at mid thigh, where it was met by sheer black hose and black stiletto heels. A profusely veiled, wide-brimmed black hat, fashionably slanted over her long, brazenly out-of-the-bottle red locks completed the ensemble. If there were a Widows Weeds magazine, the widow Morganfield could easily be voted playwidow of the month. And if there were a Tramps R Us magazine, Sharon Fitch Morganfield would be the sleazy publications all-time favorite cover girl. Fighting the urge to give in to an emerging head-to-toe shudder, Maisy hiked back her shoulders, elevated her chin and looked the widow Morganfield right in her heavily mascaraed eyes. Her lashes looked so chunky it was a miracle she could keep her eyelids from drooping shut. It was clear Sharon didnt recognize Maisy. And why should she? Eighteen months had passed and more than a hundred pounds of fat had been painstakingly shed from Maisys frame since she last saw Sharon, or John for that matter. Compared to her mortifying high of just over three hundred pounds, Maisy was positively svelte now. That wasnt all that had changed in the last year and a half. Gone was the limp, drab-brown hair and in its place glistened bouncy blonde curls, the color of sunlit honey. Okay, granted, Maisys golden locks were also straight out of the bottle, but at least they looked as though they could have been God-given, unlike Sharons clownish red-orange hue. Now when Maisy looked in the mirror, instead of chubby chipmunk-cheeks, she saw an elegantly sculpted face, with blessed little hollows under newly visible cheekbones. The chalky pallor resulting from the no-makeup, natural look shed dutifully adopted according to Johns wishes during their ten-year marriage had been trashed. Instead, Maisys attractive features were flawlessly accented with makeup. In fact, the only original telltale visages left were her large blue eyes and full, generous lips.

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Today, doing her best to exude the allure of a Vogue model, she wore a superbly tailored black wool suitjust slightly snug. So proud of the fact that it came from an upscale department stores misses section rather than a plus-size store, Maisy had been half-temped to wear it inside out so everyone could see the garment tag. A wicked bit of scarlet lace from her camisole peeked out at the v-neck closure. A slash of crimson lipstick, garnet earrings and a red silk carnation on her lapel completed Maisys carefully chosen farewell-you-bastard outfit. The beautiful, ultra-chic woman who stood before the widow Morganfield was a deliberate, painstakingly designed creation. So what if that creations heart was playing a frenzied game of ping pong inside her chest? As long as Maisy played her cards right, no one, especially Sharon, would ever suspect that Maisy felt like a frightened, intimidated, overwhelmed little girl inside. Or that she was on the verge of crying, breaking out in hives and throwing up. All at the same time. Clearly clueless as to Maisys identity, Sharon Fitch Morganfield rendered a bland, obligatory hello as she extended a limp hand. Thank you for coming, she said, giving Maisy the same compulsory little welcome speech shed no doubt given everyone else who strode by Johns casket that morning. No, there was still no seed of recognition apparent. The widow Morganfields kohl-rimmed eyes were glazed over with disinterest as she rattled off her apathetic little spiel. Disregarding the handshake overture, Maisy relished the moment, squelching the burgeoning urge to smoosh her hand into the womans face hard enough to send Sharon careening backward, ultimately landing her on top of her dearly departed husband. Hello, Sharon, Maisy hissed, hoping shed managed to keep the nervous quavering in her voice to a minimum. It was only after hearing Maisy speak that Sharons detached gaze crystallized, widening in shocked disbelief. You! Sharon furrowed her eyebrows and stiffened. What the fuck are you doing here? The once-over she gave Maisy was so caustic it could have cut through hardened enamel. Fortifying herself with a deep breath, Maisy resolutely maintained her poise as she mustered the courage to converse with the woman she despised above all others. She had waited a year and a half for this opportunity, ingesting little more than salad, steamed veggies and skinned chicken. And now Maisy was terrified shed get cold feet and the words shed rehearsed so carefully would stick in her throat like peanut butter. Mazel Lynn, whatever you do, dont you dare chicken out now! Holding her head high and beaming a narrow-eyed glare straight into Sharon Fitchs dog-poop-brown eyes, Maisy cleared her throat and ignored the thunderous thumping of her chicken-shit little heart.

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After all, Sharon dear, John was my husband before he was yours, Maisy managed matter-of-factly. Fluffing her hair in a calculated manner, she conjured a coy little smile. Never breaking eye contact with her nemesis, Maisy swallowed the lump in her throat. Her thoughts raced as she mentally urged herself to continue, to override the commanding case of nerves that gripped her. It wasnt in her nature to be deliberately cruel and getting out the acerbic words shed planned to say to Sharon was harder than shed expected. But if she left without saying them, she knew shed regret it. Oh, by the way, is the rumor true? Maisy said nonchalantly. I hear John keeled over with a heart attack right smack dab in the throes of passion. With another woman. A much younger woman, in fact. Pausing for effect, Maisy studied Sharons deliciously livid reaction. If the widow Morganfields eyes grew any wider, Maisy feared theyd pop right out of her skull, bouncing down the red carpet runner that led from Johns casket. Satisfied her words had generated the desired effect, Maisy found new courage and continued. My, how distressing that must have been for you, Sharon dear. Why, I cant possibly imagine how embarrassed you Oh! Maisy touched her fingers to her mouth, tittering a demure little laugh. Silly me, she went on. But of course I can imagine it. How foolish of me to forget that I caught you screwing my husband right in my own bed just over eighteen months ago. Maisy finally released the wicked smile that had been clawing at the inside of her face, begging to escape. Well, as they say, Sharon, what goes around comes around. Now if youll excuse me. Oh God, oh God, oh God, shed done it! Shed said it all without keeling over in a dead faint. Now all she wanted to do was get the hell out of there and away from the mountain of painful memories cascading over her like an avalanche. As Maisy sidestepped, Sharon grabbed the sleeve of her suit. Not so fast, you little bitch. Damn. Little? Batting her eyelashes, Maisys her hand flew to the base of her throat. Why thank you for the lovely compliment, Sharon. Im truly flattered. A depraved smile crept across Sharons hollow-cheeked features as she gave Maisy a piercing appraisal. I dont care how much weight you lose, Maisy. Youll always be a cow as far as Im concerned, she snarled through clenched teeth. A big, fat, frumpy, repulsive heifer. Licking the angry spittle from her stoplight-red lips, Sharon clearly strained to keep her voice a near whisper. Let me seewhat was Johns favorite pet name for you again? Oh yes, his little warthog. Scrutinizing Maisy as if she were fly-larva, Sharon

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tapped a finger against her angular chin in an assessing manner. Yes, even with the weight loss, the term definitely still fits. Well, at least Im not a devious, henna-headed, husband-stealing, belly-crawling viper, Maisy calmly countered with a half-smile. Her gaze fell to Sharons chest and Maisy almost laughed. With ridiculously huge fake tits, she added. The little beestung breasts she remembered eyeing eighteen months ago had been replaced with so much plastic and silicone Maisy was amazed Sharons scrawny frame didnt topple right over. Tightening her grasp on Maisys sleeve, Sharon yanked her closer. Nobody had to steal John from you, Maisy. You and all that disgusting flab of yours pushed him away. I just happened to snag him as he was trying to escape from that repulsive mountain of flesh, thats all. Sharon flashed a sinister smile. Maisy fought to keep the rising tide of old insecurities from making her cower. Sure, Maisy, you can get thin, dye your hair and slap makeup all over your plainJane, farm-girl face but you know what they sayyou cant make a silk purse out of a sows ear. And in your case Sharon jutted her chin high, uttering a deep guttural laugh. Were talking about more than just a sows ear. Were talking the whole fucking sow. Her sharp cackle curdled in Maisys ears. Its no wonder the thought of sleeping with you made Johns skin crawl. Her stomach roiling from a wave of nausea that wasnt helped by the cloying stench of Sharons cheap perfume, Maisy yanked her arm away, brushing at the bunched fabric. The womans spiteful comments scorched like a jalapeo pepper poultice over an open, albeit old, wound. Maisy was angry with herself for allowing it to hurt so damned much. For an instant she found herself wishing she could glom onto some chocolate and find a nice hole under the mortuary floorboards to crawl into where she could feed her face and escape having to deal with Sharon. But shed come too far and worked too hard to let herself crumble now. Whatever you do, dont let Sharon see you flustered. Remember, youre cool, slender and sophisticated now. Youve had eighteen months of practice, Mazel Lynnyou can do this. You. Can. Do. This. With a quick look left and right, Maisy straightened her shoulders, elevating her head proudly as she spoke down to Fitch the Bitch. It must be terrible for you to have to bury your husband, Sharon, she said quietly. Did I mention how truly sad it makes me that you cant join him? If anyone had been within hearing distance Maisy knew damned well shed come off sounding like a cold, callous, unfeeling bitch. Hell, she even sounded like one to herself, but both she and Sharon knew better. Once again, Sharons eyes grew so wide Maisy half-expected theyd pop right out of their sockets, dangling from little springs.

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Why you-you, Sharon sputtered. You contemptible, wretched little cunt. You listen to me, Maisy Morganfield, she jabbed a bony finger at Maisys breastbone, this is my day. You dont have any business being here. Sharons face became a kaleidoscope of colors that Maisy had never remembered seeing before on a human being all at one time. If John could get up out of that coffin, Sharon spat, hed kick you out himself. So why dont you just haul your fat ass out of here? On the contrary, Sharon, Maisy countered. If John could get up out of that coffin, the first thing hed concern himself with is finding a bouncy little twentysomething to hump one last time before they put him in the ground. Sharon opened her mouth to speak but before she had a chance to retort she and Maisy were joined by a striking man so tall and remarkable he stole Maisys breath away for a moment. Suddenly aware her jaw was slack and she was in danger of droolingwhich might discredit her sophisticated, cool-as-iced-vodka performance a bitMaisy snapped her mouth shut. Her gaze scanned his princely frame crisply tailored in a charcoal gray suit. While exuding rough, raw animal magnetism he still managed to look polished, refined. Confident. Powerful. He veritably glistened with style and class. This was the too-perfect, too-gorgeous, too-sexy kind of man whod always intimidated the hell out of Maisy. Sharon, arent you going to introduce me to the lady? He flashed Maisy a dazzling smile, seemingly unaware the women were in the throes of a seething verbal joust and fiercely glaring at each other. Sharon stammered, obviously at a loss for words. With an outstretched finger she frantically gestured toward Maisy but still no words came forth. Finally, expelling an exasperated grumble, she threw her hands into the air, spun on one stiletto heel and marched off. The impressive specimen of man turned to watch Sharon parading determinedly toward the coffee room and Maisy seized the opportunity to inspect his backside. Mmm-hmm, that ass of his was definitely squeeze-worthy. Well, he shrugged, it appears Sharon is somewhat, uhdistraught. Understandably, of course. He motioned toward the casket and shook his head in an isnt-it-a-shame-about-the-dead-guy gesture. Oh yeah, of course, Maisy huffed through a sneer. The poor grieving widow and all that. With a flick of her wrist she tossed off an acerbic laugh. When the handsome stranger slanted her a curious look Maisy realized her response may have smacked of a bit too much contempt. Embarrassed, she cleared her throat. Im sorry. I, uh, I guess we all handle grief in different ways. She offered as contrite a smile as possible. Im not real good at these things, she said, motioning toward Johns casket. Sure, I understand, the hunk said softly, with a smile that was scintillatingly sexy and compassionate at the same time.
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It was at that precise moment Maisy noticed he had the most beautiful brown eyes shed ever seen. Like two big, glistening chocolate chips. And he smelled fabulous. Of fresh soap and spring mountain air. His thick shock of hair, the color of dark-roast Sumatra coffee, with its errant lock lingering just above his eye, begged to be ruffled. Good God, what an absolutely delicious-looking confection he was. Maisy felt her shoulders slump as realization set in. Tall, gorgeous and greatsmelling or not, there was absolutely no way she had any interest in getting to know any of Sharon Fitch Morganfieldsfriends. Even if the grieving widows paramours were impossibly handsome and forty steps up the evolutional ladder from John. Of course, there was always the slight possibility Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome was one of Johns acquaintances and not Sharons. Maisy decided she owed it to herself to find out. So, you and Sharon know each other? she asked with a trickle of hope. Thats an understatement. A chortle caught in his throat. Oh yeah, we know each other all right. I guess it looks like well have to take care of the introductions ourselves. He extended his hand. The names Keller. Sharon and I are Former lovers? Current lovers? Phone sex buddies? Eeew, eeew, eeew. This was definitely not something Maisy wanted to hear. Expelling a sigh of regret, she interrupted. Look, Im really sorry, Mr. Keller. She pumped his large hand once before releasing it, surprised at the spark of current that seemed to arc between them. I dont mean to be rude but I really need to get some fresh air. Now. Flashing a half smile as she brushed by him, she ignored the saucy little tingles teasing up and down her spine and lingering between her thighs. She hurried to retrieve her coat and scarf from the back of the viewing room. Sprinting after Maisy as she entered the main room of the funeral parlor, the Adonis-like Mr. Keller asked, Are you all right? Can I give you a lift or anything? Im fine. Just fine, she said, turning to walk backward. I just need to get the smell of death and the odor of that nauseating bitch Sharon out of my nostrils, she wanted to say but thought better of it. Thanks for the offer though. Probably an afternoon of tooling around in a car sitting next to a gorgeous hunk of man would do her a world of good but there was no way in hell Maisy wanted anything to do with any of Sharons leftovers, regardless of how meaty and appetizing they might be. Shuddering at the unsavory thought of sharing yet another man with Sharon, Maisy waved and turned forward, quickening her pace. She couldnt get out of that place fast enough. Being surrounded by people grieving for their loved ones laid out in the various visitation rooms at the funeral home made her feel uneasy and guilty. Really, really guilty. She tried, she honestly did try to remember the good times with John and treasure those memories. But those moments were few and far between, almost as if theyd happened to another woman. In essence, they had. As Maisy bolted for the great double doors, one thought overruled all others Good Lord, Im in serious need of a mega-chocolate fix.

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Exhaling the dead, stale air of the mortuary, Maisy filled her lungs with the sunlit, crackling-cold January air. Yeah, yeah, I know chocolate wont heal the hurt, she grumbled. Flicking her hand through the air as if to banish the intruding thoughts, Maisy audibly argued with the flourishing inner voice of her chastising conscience. But itll be an unbeatable temporary Band-Aid. She laughed and licked her lips as she sprinted to her car. Just when I thought I was becoming a real tough cookie, I let my egg-shell-plated ego get deflated by a few crass remarks from that detestable bitch. Well, I simply refuse to let that skinny, venomous crone succeed in shattering my ego. With a broad smile she nodded with firm resolve. Take a deep breath, Mazel Lynneverythings going to be okay. Once in the car, she dabbed at the nervous perspiration that had formed above her upper lip. The winter breeze was cool and brisk so it certainly wasnt from the heat. She was immensely glad shed switched days off at the travel agency so she could have the rest of the day to herself. She needed time to patch her jumbled thoughts together. What in the hell would she use for motivation to lose those last sticky twenty pounds now that John was dead? Shed had it all planned. It would have been exceptionally perfect. As soon as she got down to a sleek just-this-side-of-emaciated single-digit size, Maisy would have arranged an accidental meeting with John. Shed show up swathed in something dangerously provocative. Of course, John having been a breast-man, shed have her already ample bosom flared up and out to its absolute maximum potential by wearing one of those amazingly engineered bras. When John got a load of how sensationally sexy, ultra-sophisticated and knittingneedle-slender she was, that sucker would have been down on his knees, tripping over his tongue, begging, pleading, beseeching to have her back. And then, as the smarmy bastard knelt at her skinny feet, simpering without an ounce of pride, Maisy would laugh in his face. Laugh! Tell him she found him pitifully revolting. Rest her five-inch stiletto heel on his face, push him to the ground and stroll off to link arms and lock lips with the incredibly gorgeous muscle-bound hunk hungrily panting for her just a few steps away from John. The only glitch was that Maisy didnt have any gorgeous hunks panting in the wingshungrily or otherwise. Her only viable options were to contact some rent-a-stud agency and pay through the nose, or talk her boss, Norman, into setting her up with one of his splendidly put together body-builder friends from the gym. The fact all of Normans buff-buddies were gay was simply a minor technicality as far as Maisy was concerned. As long as the guy looked like a Greek god and put on a good enough show to convince John that Maisy was his sex goddess, that would do the trick.

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It would have been her ultimate triumph. Her magnificent grand finale. And then the rat bastard had to go and shoot her neat little plan all to hell by dying and cheating Maisy out of her well-deserved, long-awaited moment of blissful revenge. Selfish, thoughtless sonuvabitch. About a mile from her townhouse, she discovered her car had somehow shifted into automatic pilot, magically transporting her to a favorite bastion of chocoholic bliss, Butterball Bakery. Her amazing wonder car had spontaneously delivered her to similarly calorific spots over the years. Even with the cars windows closed, the glorious aroma of chocolate infused the air, causing Maisy to salivate. Putting her magic transporter in park, she swallowed hard and went inside for the first time in eighteen months. Blissfully enveloped in the luscious, sensuous bouquet of chocolate, Maisys educated gaze darted from one groaning bakery case to the next. The familiar aroma was like a comfortable old afghan, begging to blanket Maisys wounds and offer a magical, albeit temporary, respite. Artistically embellished creations seemed to frolic behind the glass bakery cases imploring Maisy, Pick me! Please take me home with you! It was the same gut-gnawing feeling she got when visiting the dog pound. She wanted to take all of them home. Inhaling long and slow, as if to permanently imprint her olfactory nerves with the heady scent, Maisy closed her eyes for a moment. Exhaling, she felt her features relax into a serene smile. Ill have one of those nut-studded, caramel-topped fudge brownies, she said, feeling downright virtuous and proud of herself for resisting the urge to buy out the place. Anything else? The skinny, dour-faced middle-aged, bakery clerk asked. How anyone working in such glorious, intimate proximity to chocolate could possibly remain so thin, not to mention sport such a downright pruney expression, was beyond Maisys comprehension. Nope, thatll do it. All I need is this one satisfying little morsel of chocolate to fully quench my emotional hunger. Yes. Ill take a chocolate clair and one of those mousse-filled cupcakes with the chocolate shavings and whipped cream. Flabbergasted, Maisy whipped her head around, wondering who the hell had just spoken. More than a little dismayed to discover she was the only customer in the bakery, she muttered, Oh my God, that was me! Slapping her hand over her mouth, she peered up at the clerk, who eyed her warily as she assembled a small bakery box. All Maisy could do was offer a sheepish smile. Huh? I didnt get that last part, the cheerless clerk said. Shifting her weight to one side, she faced Maisy with a balled fist planted at her hip. Was there something else you wanted to add to your order?

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No. Absolutely not. No way. Not on your life. Just wrap up my shameful chocolate indiscretion in a plain brown paper bag and let me get the hell out of here. Yes, give me half a pound of those chocolate-filled butter cookies and a couple of those pecan-encrusted chocolate rum truffle balls. Breathing in an audible gasp, Maisys heart raced as her brain tried to tell her something she most definitely did not want to hear at the moment. Mopping the perspiration from her forehead and upper lip, she said, Uh, I think that should be enoughfor my guests. You see, Im having a luncheon for several lady friends and I want to be sure I have enough goodies for them. She glanced at the woman behind the counter, who had discarded the small box in favor of a more substantial one befitting an out-of-control chocoholics purchase, and wondered if the woman knew there would be no guests. Old habits die hard. Maisy suspected that, when she weighed three hundred pounds, food clerks knew damn well the guest list included no one but Maisy. But maybe now that she blended in with people of more normal weight, they might buy it because she didnt look like a binge eater. Of course, Maisy babbled through nervous laughter, I cant touch this stuff myself. Diet, you know. Yup, its just going to be raw veggies with fat-free dip for me. She couldnt stop her giddy laughter. But I know all my guests will enjoy these treats. Offering an indifferent glance, the clerk shrugged and continued to pack the gargantuan bakery box. Oh for Gods sake shut up, Maisy, and quit your incessant babbling! After all, it wasnt as if old prune face behind the counter gave a damn if Maisy had a hundred people coming over or if she planned to stuff every last morsel into her own greedy little face. Maisy sucked in a deep breath. Just add one of those chocolate croissants and a small slice of the flourless chocolate cake and thatll do it. Once at home, Maisy lowered the garage door before exiting her car. There was certainly no reason the neighbors had to glimpse the remnants of the bakery box shed savagely torn open in the car. The news would travel the neighborhood grapevine at breakneck speed. Yup, knew all along that bubble-butted Morganfield woman would bulk up againjust like two pounds of sausage in a one-pound casing. She cringed at the all-too-real likelihood. Mazel Lynn Morganfield, will you puhleeze get a grip! Nobody gives a damn if you decide to feed your face non-stop from now until doomsday. Stop feeling so goddamn fucking guilty about one lousy little chocolate binge for chrissakes. Her beautiful black wool suit was powdered with confectioners sugar from the half pound of butter cookies shed already scarfed down on the short ride home from the bakery. Rolling her eyes skyward, she brushed at her lapels. Nice going, greedo, she chastised herself. At least you could have waited until you got inside the house. But then bakery cookies always tasted better when eaten in a moving vehicle. There had always been something wantonly sinful about gobbling down food in the car.
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Maisy had somehow reasoned the calories were negated if the items were eaten while in motion Heaving a tuneful sigh as she entered her townhouse, she struggled to hold the torn bakery box together. In an instant, a gleeful little brown dog scrambled around the corner to greet his mistress and to investigate the wonderfully odoriferous cardboard container. Depositing her dilapidated chocolate treasure box on the kitchen counter, Maisy bent down to gather the frisky pup in her arms. Hey there, Hershey, hows my best buddy today? The sprightly mutt sniffed the air and licked his chops. Slanting Maisy his most charming expression, he gave a little whimper. She wagged her finger. Nope, sorry, Hershey. Chocolates very unhealthy for dogs. She went to the cupboard and withdrew a plastic container filled with her own homemade dog biscuits. Hershey went wild, temporarily forgetting about the bakery box. Giving Hershey the command to stay, Maisy held a biscuit under his nose. Theres absolutely nothing wrong with my freely giving in to this well-deserved little chocolate binge and enjoying every last sugar-laden, fat-drenched crumb, is there, Hershey? As she waved the dog biscuit from left to right his head instinctively followed, resulting in what looked like an agreement on the dogs part. Good boy, she said, tossing him the biscuit. Youre one of the only males I can count on to give me a sensible, unbiased opinion. She smiled and scratched Hershey behind the ears. He immediately rolled onto his back, presenting his belly for attention. Wrinkling her nose, Maisy sniffed the air. Good grief. What is that foul stench? As if he understood, Hershey stopped pumping his legs and slanted his mistress a wide-eyed, muzzle-licking expression of dread. Patting his belly, Maisy chuckled. Dont worry, little buddy. Its not you. Youre a good boy, Hershey. Bounding to his feet, the little dog raced to the sliding glass patio door, fixing a deliberate expression toward Maisy. Gotcha. You want to make sure you stay a good boy, huh, Hershey? Once Hershey was in the yard tending to his business, Maisy resumed sniffing, recoiling when she got a whiff of her sleeve where Sharon had grabbed her. Ugh! Thats Sharons putrid perfume! Hastily shrugging off her powdered sugar and now dog-hair-covered jacket, Maisy held it at arms length. Cant have that offensive odor intruding on my chocolate indulgence, now can I? Curling her lip, she whipped the jacket into the utility room and closed the door. When Hershey returned, Maisy gifted him with a new rawhide bone to distract him. Giddy with anticipation, she turned on the television, flipping through channels until she came upon one of her favorite old movies, Rock Hudson and Doris Day cavorting in Pillow Talk. Nearly crazed with chocolate anticipation, she plopped onto the cushy family room sofa and proceeded to ply herself with her precious cache of bakery goodies.

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She could always depend on chocolate to provide a satisfying, all-encompassing rush, probably like the high cocaine addicts got, she imagined. Except that snorting cocaine didnt put fat on your hips. Of course, she could always try snorting cocoa powder. Snickering, she knew damn well that, if desperate enough, a raging chocoholic could very well entertain such manic thoughts. In what seemed like only a few minutes, she was done bingeing and facing Hersheys eager prancing as he sniffed the leftover tidbits. Glancing at the clock, Maisy saw just over thirty minutes had passed since shed attacked the chocolate goodies with a vengeance. Maisy patted the sofa cushion, inviting Hershey to join her, enticing him with one of the dog biscuits she had pocketed earlier. Watching the tall, dark, handsome Rock trip over himself to win back Doris affections in the latter part of the movie, Maisy heaved a sigh. Why isnt real life like that, huh, Hershey? Whats a girl gotta do to find herself a drop-dead gorgeous hunk of man who will cherish her forever, hmmm? Drawing the furry little mutt against her aching, bulging stomach, Maisy bellowed a mighty yawn, sank against the paisley pillows on her couch and fell asleep. Monet-like impressions floated across her mind, creating improbably wild dreamscapes. Decked out like a fluffy ballerina from Swan Lake, Maisys frolicking feet tiptoed across meadows of chocolate daffodils carrying her to Johns grave, which was littered with used condoms and an array of womens panties. There she stripped off her garments, revealing the flawless, worship-worthy body of a goddess. Cavorting breezily in the nude, she nibbled on the daffodil petals, while kicking the panties and condoms aside. She lifted her voice to the heavens, singing dingdong, the bastards gone, with gleeful abandon. Her conscious mind intruding, Maisy shifted in her sleep, becoming vaguely aware of the offensiveness of her act. Soon the naked Maisy-ballerina pirouetted away from the gravesite and into the waiting arms of Rock Hudson, who immediately morphed into the almost unbearably handsome Mr. Keller instead. He wore nothing but a loincloth. While she didnt remember any fierce Tarzan types in Swan Lake, the brief scrap of suede suited dream boy to perfection. Clad only in pink satin toe shoes, Maisy offered the ultimate token of friendship a chocoholic can bestowto share her chocolate daffodil. Scooping Maisy into his powerful arms, the muscled, chocolate-drop-eyed hunk nibbled on Maisys ear, which had somehow turned into chocolate. If you like that, Mr. Keller, I have something else you might like to nibble on, the carefree, brazenly bare Maisy offered in a sultry tone. She nailed him with the hottest come-hither look she could manage, while skimming her body with her hands, molding her breasts, waist and hips as she worked her way down to her pussy. As if she weighed no more than a dainty Snickers bar, her buff dream man lifted her into the air, high enough to align her clit with his mouth. Oh yes, she told him. Closercloseryoure almost there.

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Just as he was about to swipe his tongue over her eager flesh, a bony, ghoul-like apparition of Sharon Fitch Morganfield pranced through the air toward them from Johns grave. Her scraggily red locks transforming into hissing snakes, Sharon erupted with cackles sharp enough to crack glass blocks. Spitting venom and fire, with a wave of her gray-fleshed hand, Sharon turned all the opulent chocolate daffodils into doll-sized replicas of John who were actually squirming squids in disguise. Horrified, Maisy locked her arms around Mr. Kellers brawny neck only to discover that the stud had become the mighty squid king. Dropping Maisy like a weighty sack of rotten potatoes, he propelled himself to Sharons side, groveling adoringly at her skeletal feet. Waking up with a start, Maisy jettisoned the tattered remains of her bakery box against the television, smacking Rock Hudson squarely in the kisser.

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Chapter Two
Infused with a mega-chocolate hangover, Maisy crawled out of bed an hour early to get ready for work. Several brisk facial attacks with an ice-cold washcloth did little to hide the puffy, telltale traces of yesterdays calorie-packed indiscretion. Dispirited, she let out a sickly groan upon discovering every outfit in the whole damn closet fit too snug. Left with no choice, she invaded the just in case you become a big fat ass again boxes of multi-sized clothes stored under her bed. The navy blazer and slacks she settled on were a roomy one size bigger. Its just about that time of month, she announced, studying her bloated reflection in the bedrooms full-length mirror. So its because of PMS. A creeping sneer emphasized the fact that her valiant attempt at being convincing was failing miserably. It has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I stuffed my face with a months worth of chocolate in one sitting. Crossing her hands over her puffed-out belly, a sigh of disgust escaped Maisys sneer. As she performed a final mirror check, sucking in her gut so hard she almost passed out, she noticed Hershey assessing her while he sat with his head quizzically cocked to the side. Yeah, I know, Maisy said. Your mommys not a very pretty sight this morning, is she, Hershey? Responding with a mournful whimper, the pup turned on its heels and scampered away. Maisy laughed and returned her attention to her reflection. Curling her lip, she heaved a dispassionate shrug as she slapped her hand against the wall, flicking off the light switch. Her thoughts were such a blur, Maisy hardly remembered the drive to work. All she could focus on were the chanting chastisements from her ever present know-it-all conscience. Damn, how she wished she could ball up that sanctimonious goody-twoshoes inner voice and hurl it from her car windowand then back over it a few times just for good measure. Once settled behind her desk at the Persimmon Travel agency, Maisy attempted the near impossible, to organize the germinating mountain of work and the murky sea of her jumbled thoughts at the same time. Scanning her telephone messages, she noted Dawn Farley and Rob Lyons were stopping by to pick up the documents for their honeymoon cruise on the Sunset Dawn. They were convinced finding a cruise ship with the same name as the bride-to-be was a good omen. A good omen. Heaving a sigh, Maisy couldnt help but smile. Poor, starry-eyed kids, she muttered to herself while checking her email. Theyre such a cute young couple, innocent, sweet and so much in love. I hope to God their lives
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together will be better than mine and Johns. A sneer twitched at Maisys lip. Of course that wouldnt be much of a stretch. An email from the Pavchek sisters said theyd be in to pick up documents for their all-inclusive vacation to Jamaica. Maisy chuckled as she eyed their paperwork. Vera and Alma Pavchek were the wildest, gaudiest pair of wrinkled old spinsters. But, God bless em, the cheeky sisters really knew how to relish life. The sad part was that the old gals love lives were packed with more vitality than Maisy could even imagine. Love life? Hah! What love life? The years with John had been a waste. Like a big black hole full of misery, angst and struggle for acceptance and affection. As she sipped from her mug of strong coffee, Maisy recalled the Saturday night nearly twelve years earlier when shed received a call from a real estate agent whose buyer wanted to make an offer on one of her listings. That was the night she met John Morganfield. At twenty-three, Maisy was fresh, young, attractive and navely idealistic. She couldnt help rolling her eyes and giving in to a gargantuan sigh at the biting memory. At a fit, well-proportioned weight, she was slender and a real go-getter. Diamond Real Estates top listing sales person for the region four months in a row. Ah, but that wasnt my only youthful claim to fame. Maisy chuckled as she flipped through her files. Back then, much to her chagrin, she was also probably the last twenty-three-year-old virgin in all of Chicagoland. What was that, Maisy? Snagged out of her musings, Maisy glanced up to see Yolanda Gladstone, one of the other travel agents, smiling at her. Nothing. Maisy returned the womans smile. Just talking to myself as usual. She sniffed the air and her eyes grew wide. Chocolate! I smell chocolate. Triple chocolate brownies, Yolanda offered proudly. Even with yesterdays binge setback behind her, like a true addict, Maisy felt the familiar, lip-licking tug of desire take hold deep in her gut. Offering a wicked smile, the plump, eye-catching Yolanda wagged her finger. I know that look. Hands off, Maisy. These are for Felix Garcia. Hes coming in to book another trip this afternoon. I see, Maisy said with a knowing grin. Yolanda had been doing her best to seize Felixs attention by wearing more provocative clothes and plying the man with homebaked goodies. As she plopped into her desk chair, Yolanda nodded. Hes going to ask me out this time. I just know it. I could tell by the tentative tone of his voice when he called me to tell me he was stopping by today. Plus Norman said he could feel it in his bones. Oh, well then it has to be, Maisy said with a warm smile. Its not that she actually put any stock in her bosss inexhaustible and supposedly psychic predictions, but she

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truly hoped Yolanda and Felix would finally get together. She was a darling and Felix seemed like a truly nice, albeit terribly shy, guy. Why the hell couldnt Maisy have fallen in love with someone like the sweet, bashful Felix instead of John? Standing about an inch taller than Maisys five-feet-nine-inches, John Morganfield wasnt what most women would have considered a knockout. He had a trim build, dark brown hair and black eyeswild eyes, always darting this way and that, so as not to miss any action. It was his dynamic personality that initially attracted Maisy. Proud, charming, aggressive, flirtatious. He had an unmistakable air of power about him that she found impressive and exciting. Little did she know hed eventually use that power to keep her subjugated. She breathed a sigh at the stinging memory. What a nave kid shed been. John had wined and dined her, pressing her until she finally agreed to marry him. Shed offered herself chaste and eager to experience the fabulous exploding-rocket magic of passionate physical union for the first time on their wedding night. Almost immediately after their aisle-walk, Maisys life mutated into a hapless existence that finally left her emotionally bankrupt and void of any love for her husband. Exploding-rocket magic my ass. Maisy downed another sip of coffee. The only explosion shed experienced during that night of cherry-popping sex was the thunderous collapse of her nave, romantic expectations. Unlike romance novels and movies, real-life sex was something rushed, coarse, brutal and ugly. Johns incessant badgering about her giving up the real estate career she loved and had worked so hard to build began on the honeymoon. After all, he couldnt have anyone think he wasnt able to properly provide for his wife, could he? Caving in to the first of his selfish demands, Maisy unknowingly set her husbands warped blueprint for their marriage into motion. It took years for her to realize what John really feared was the all-too-real possibility that his wife might defame him by proving herself to be the real estate star in the family. By the time Maisy comprehended the situation, shed already been sucked down into the dismal bog of Johns distorted vision and felt trapped. The wording on the travel documents in her hands blurred and Maisys gaze narrowed as she remembered Johns asinine series of edicts. Among other things, hed demanded she refrain from any enhancement that might even remotely suggest she was something more than a living, breathing asexual lump of nothingness. No makeup, no form-fitting clothes, no shorts and no glimpses of her ample cleavage. From then on John was the only one who would see her curves. She was not to visit him at his officehe didnt want the other salespeople to think he was henpecked. His shirts and boxer shorts were to be starched and ironed. The sheets were to be washed and ironed twice a week. The house had to be beyond spotless and impeccably organized to please his manic neat-freak tendencies.

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Prissy, compulsive, controlling bastard, Maisy found herself mumbling under her breath as she double-checked the Pavcheks travel documents. Maisys real epiphany came one evening when shed accidentally overcooked Johns steak. It was just cooked past the point of being bloody enough to moo an ouch when pricked with his fork. The mans diatribe was deafening. Within minutes his verbal tirade was coupled with physical abuse. All because his goddamn steak wasnt rare enough. For some unfathomable, godforsaken reason, the previously plucky Maisy knuckled under rather than grabbing what was left of her self-esteem, shoving it into a suitcase and hustling like hell to get away from the bastard. God, shed been such a doormat. Clueless back then as to how to prevent her spunky personality from vanishing, shed turned to the only thing that gave her any solace. Food. With the velvety smooth tranquilizing effects of chocolate foremost on her list of densely caloric sedatives. Forty-five cocoa-buttery pounds heavier and counting at their first wedding anniversary, Maisy was subject to Johns incessant ragging about her weight. Cruel, stabbing comments that cut her right to the core and had her clawing the walls until she could sedate herself with another dose of chocolate. Maisys lips quirked into a half smile, recalling that a couple of years later, John had stopped having sex with her. Hallelujah! She toasted the air with her coffee mug. Actually, John had shunned her sexually except when he came home drunk. It was difficult to judge his sobriety by his sexual performance, which varied little. Maisy would squeeze her eyes tight, clutching the bedding while John popped that swollen little thumb-sized doohickey of his out of his pants to impose his customary two minutes of brusque, selfish needs on her. She was left bruised, red and swollen with no pleasure to compensate for the pain hed inflicted with slaps, pinches and punches. Pompous little prick. Maisy huffed a grim laugh as she slammed a desk drawer. Wham, bam, without the thank you maam. Lord, if she could only go back in time knowing then what she did now. The fatter Maisy got the less John touched hersexually or abusivelywhich was the only benefit of watching herself transform into a shapeless blob. When John started sleeping in his downstairs study, telling Maisy that being in the same bed with all those disgusting rolls of fat made him gag, Maisy sent up a jubilant prayer of thanksgiving to the benevolent god of chocolate. On the weekends John was seldom home before four in the morning, which suited her just fine Since the average real estate deal is rarely finalized between midnight and dawn, Maisy figured it was a safe bet that lover-boy was out screwing around. Why on earth any woman would actually want to purposely engage in sex with John was light-years beyond her comprehension.

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Thumbkin, Maisy said, looking up from her paperwork and giggling as she wiggled her thumb, recalling her secret nickname for that annoying little member between Johns legs. She couldnt even refer to it as a cock. His itty-bitty dick wasnt deserving of the term. Upon reaching a whopping three hundred pounds something finally snapped besides the pine legs of a kitchen chair during dinner one night. A bloated, lethargic caricature of her former self, Maisy was desperate to recapture her sanity. Shed enjoyed her years working in real estate, except for having to deal with overly aggressive, cutthroat agents. While the money was good, it was the feeling of satisfactionof knowing shed helped pair people with their ideal homesthat motivated her. But Maisy didnt want to work in the same industry as John. No, she needed to take her life in an entirely new direction. Travel! Shed always had a desire to see the world. As a travel agent, she could help people plan and book their vacations and business trips, as well as visit destinations herself. While the money may not be as lucrative as real estate, the sense of job satisfaction and happiness would match what shed experienced selling homes. Guffawing when she announced she was enrolling in school to become a travel agent, John offered his good wishes. Who the fuck do you think is going to make any travel arrangements with a whale like you? hed graciously asked. Hey, if theyve got a chair wide enough to accommodate your big fat ass, then go ahead and knock your socks off, Moby Dick. Ah yes, the man had certainly had a way with words. It was a Tuesday night, Maisy remembered as she scooted to the coffeepot for a refill. Computer training night at the Persimmon School of Travel. The computers were down and the class had been rescheduled. Arriving home about two hours earlier than usual, she heard what sounded like the television coming from her bedroom. She couldnt imagine why John was up there watching TV instead of downstairs in his study. Huffing and puffing the way she always did lumbering up that damned long flight of stairs, Maisy realized it wasnt the television, but Johns voice she heard. Johns and someone elses. A womans. Reaching the doorway to her bedroom, she saw them. Some toothpick with chilipepper-red hair halfway down her spiny back was straddling John. And they were fucking. Her heart vaulting into her throat, Maisy froze. John, what the hell is going on? Her booming voice trembled with a complexity of emotions. Jerking around to face Maisy, the anorexic redhead fell from John as he scrambled to sit up. Maisy immediately recognized Sharon Fitch, who worked in the same office as John, from her top sales associate photos in the newspaper. Her reputation throughout

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the real estate industry as a barracudacutthroat, aggressive, morally and ethically bereftwas unequaled. What the fuck does it look like, you fat, dumb bitch? John said, clearly startled and pissed off by Maisys unexpected intrusion. I thought you were supposed to be at school. What are you doing, spying on me? Snorting, he took a swig from the halfempty Jack Daniels bottle on the nightstand. Shit. Who the hell is that? the redheaded twig asked, giving Maisy an incredulous once-over. Christ, dont tell me thats your wife? Sitting there, entwined in the brand new set of three-hundred-eighty-thread-count Egyptian cotton eyelet-trimmed sheets Maisy had just put on her bed that morning, Sharon didnt even having the decency to cover up her perky little bee-sting breasts. Maisy knew shed never be able to look at another set of Egyptian cotton sheets again much less sleep on themwithout envisioning the bee-stung twig. John bobbed his head. Yeah, thats the little warthog, er, I mean, little woman, he snickered. In the flesh. They must have sent her home because they cant afford to have any more chairs fractured by her fat ass. Clearly amused by his malicious quips, John reveled in base laughter. Eyeing Maisy as if she were a circus elephant, Sharon said, I know you said she was a whale, John, butholy shit. With John keeping Maisy all but cloistered, the women had never met. After her snarky comment, the naked twig had the further indecency to erupt with laughter. John immediately followed suit. What did I tell you, baby? Its like living with Moby fucking Dick for chrissakes. John pulled Sharon back to his side, offering her a swill of Jack Daniels, which she eagerly sucked back. Here, Maisy, he said, defiantly fondling one of Sharons minitits as an aghast Maisy stood paralyzed in the doorway. Is this what you came to see? Well, get an eyeful and then get the fuck out of here, you fat, disgusting warthog. Youre cramping my style. He and Sharon broke into maniacal laughter. Maisy feared her shattered ego would join in a suicide mission with her pummeled heart and burst right through her chest. Her vision blurring with tears, Maisy turned and was about to trudge downstairs with the intention of drowning her sorrow in a couple of Whoppers, fries, onion rings and a chocolate shake or two. But this time a tiny voice buried somewhere deep inside stopped her. No, Im not the one in the wrong here. I will not allow him to do this to me! Ten long years of pent-up fear, hurt, anger and frustration churned in her gut and hammered at her temples. Suddenly Maisy heard herself shouting with authority and conviction. Im not the one whos going anywhere, you goddamned, miserable piss-poor excuse for a man. I want you packed and out of this house in ten minutes, you bastard. You and your little slut girlfriend.
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Bolting out of the bed, John stood there with all his flaccid, masculine glory dangling between his skinny bird legs. Thumbkin had shrunk to the size of a Spanish peanut. Hey, who the fuck do you think youre talking to, huh? he roared. Have you forgotten that Im the one who says what goes around here? He jabbed the air with a pointed finger. Not you, you lard-assed, mealy-mouthed idiot. Go stick your fat face in a pig trough and drown yourself. Bringing her full girth into the room, Maisy stood arms akimbo at the foot of the bed. Your grisly reign as Attila the Hun, head-honcho and chief decision maker has just crashed to a halt, John. Im divorcing you. She glanced at her watch. Now youve only got eight minutes. If youre not out of here Ill call the police first and then the newspaper. Lets see how the conservative president of Henshaw Real Estate might feel about the smarmy extra-marital affair of his branch manager and his little hot-shot saleswoman plastered all over the local papers. Flashing a victorious smile, Maisy held her head high as she jabbed the air with an outstretched finger. And dont think for a minute I wont do it. Any pride I once had is long gone, thanks to you. Ive got nothing to loseexcept for you, you rotten, stinking, vile, amoral sonuvabitch. Reclaiming the reins to her life, Maisy felt distinctly exhilarated. Hearing Sharon mutter something under her breath, Maisy turned her vengeance on the twig. As for you, she warned, glaring at the woman. Unless you want your name plastered all over the papers with that no good, fucking dickhead of a husband of mine, youd better get your bony ass out of my bed and cover those puny pencil-eraser breasts before I come over there, grab you by that hennaed mop on your head and drop-kick your skinny ass down the stairs. Yes! God that felt good! Maisy felt twenty pounds lighter and less encumbered than she had in years. An eye-popping, drop-jawed expression across her reddened face, Sharon let out a whopping growl. John, are you just going to stand there and let that walking tub of lard talk to me like that? Clearly flabbergasted and motionless, John looked at Sharon. Just get your clothes on and get out of here, he muttered, scrambling into his pants. Ill meet you back at your place. Heaving a gargantuan sigh of frustration, Sharon complied, whispering fat bitch to Maisy as she slid past her, ran down the stairs and slammed the front door behind her. Galloping down the stairs a moment later, John promised, Youll pay for this, Maisy. Mark my words, youll be sorry. Maisy plodded down the stairs behind him. Hah. Thats a laugh. She panted breathlessly as she tried in vain to keep pace with him. Believe me, John, there is nothingnothingin the world you could do to make my life any more miserable than
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you already have these past ten years. Youve pushed me around for the last time, buster. Stopping dead in his tracks, John turned to face Maisy. His fist raised, jaw twitching and eyes blazing, he stepped toward her, causing her to catch her breath. Awaiting the worst, Maisy stood her ground with her chinboth of themheld high. This was it. John was going to kill her. Shed be a tsking, laughable finale to the evening news on TV. And on the lighter sideafter a fatal jab to the stomach, a morbidly obese woman exploded all over the walls and floor of her suburban Chicago townhouse tonight. An overwhelming odor of chocolate emanated from the remains. Reportedly busy celebrating his good fortune by screwing his red-haired, perky-breasted toothpick of a slut, the deceaseds husband couldnt be reached for comment. As Maisy bravely locked gazes with John, she silently prayed shed fall on top of him and crush him to death after he struck the fatal blow. Much to her amazement, John pulled back and turned away, mumbling a string of creative expletives under his breath. In a matter of minutes hed stuffed the clothes from the bureau in his study into a suitcase, all the while fuming and ranting. Snatching Johns perfectly starched and pressed dress shirts from his closet, Maisy hurled them to the floor and kicked them toward her husband. Then she stomped all over them just for good measure. It was the most exercise shed gotten in months and it felt sensational. Here, she blurted, bring these to your skinny little playmate and tell Fitch the Bitch that the laundress job is all hers from now on. Maisy beamed with triumph as she spoke. Instead of heading for food once John was out the door, Maisy sat down and designed a positive plan of action for herself. Bound and determined to drag herself out of the chocolate-coated pits of despair that had become her daily existence, she made a commitment to herself that there would be no more bingeing. And, Maisy said at the recollection, I kept that promise for a full year and a halfuntil yesterdays chocolate fiasco. Ms. Morganfield? Excuse me Maisys attention snapped back to the present as she focused on Rob Lyons and Dawn Farley standing at her desk. Sorry to bother you, Rob said. Were here to pick up the travel documents for our honeymoon cruise Oh, Maisy laughed a little, youre not bothering me a bit. Sorry, my head must have been up in the clouds somewhere. She waved her hand skyward, offering a cordial smile. Preferably first class on a plane, heading for someplace exotic. They were so young and adorable. So innocent looking.

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Including a gift-filled tote bag with their documents, Maisy sent the young lovers on their way. Her eyes brimmed with tears as the young couple bounced hand-in-hand out of the agency. God, she felt old. She glanced at her watch. Eleven already. Three hours had passed since she arrived and shed accomplished nothing other than to answer a few phone calls, wallow in raw memories and steep in the depths of self-pity. Stupid and unproductive. Drawing a resolute breath, she slapped her hand on the desktop. Enough already, Mazel Lynn Morganfield. It was high time she got her shit together and moved on with her life. Turning to face her computer monitor, she proceeded to check her active client files. I see the jobs got you talking to yourself, huh Maisy? Maisy glanced up at Norman Stanley, owner of the agency, whod propped his ample behind on the edge of her desk. Its not the job, Norman. Its just my life. Flicking her hand in a dismissive fashion, Maisy tossed off a nonchalant laugh. No big deal. Johns wake just opened some old wounds that I thought had healed eons ago. Its a damn shame he couldnt have seen you looking the way you do now. Norman placed his hand over hers as he spoke. Youve evolved into a positively ravishing creature since that day you came in here and signed up for my travel course. Look at you. He appraised her with an approving nod. Maisy, darling, youre utterly delicious. Spectacular. Breathtaking. Enchanting. Through broad gestures, Norman tossed each word into the air with drama and gusto. An absolute vision of loveliness. Scrunching her features into a twisted smile, Maisy patted her bosss chubby fingers and smiled. Oh Norman, I love you. Now if only I could find a man who felt the same way about me, had all of your wonderful qualities and, oh yeah, she chuckled, wasnt gay, Id be all set. Winking, she squeezed his hand. Its gonna happen for you, Maisy. Just last night I had another one of my psychic flashes about you, he confided, leaning toward her. Resting her elbow on the desk, Maisy cupped her chin with her hand and groaned. Norman, Norman, Norman. You and your psychic flashes. What am I going to do with you? No, really, Maisy, I swear to God. Norman crossed his heart. Come on, you know how perceptive my premonitions are, especially when they involve my very best friends. Closing his eyes, fingers poised at his temples, he said, Theres a hot, sexy man coming in to your life. He paused a moment, peeking at her through one eye. Yes, hes straight. Winking, he closed his eyes again. I see splendid things happening for youromancelovetravel

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Mmm-hmm. Please, spare me, Norman. How many times have you supposedly had the identical vision of a great romantic breakthrough coming my way since I started working here? Ten, twelve, eighty times? Maisy peeked under her desk. Nope, no gorgeous hunks under here. Craning her neck, she scanned the office. And the office is definitely hunkless, except for you, of course, Norman dear. She patted his knee. Hmm She tapped her finger against her cheek. Where could that mystical, sexy dream-man be hiding? Such a comedienne. Norman folded his arms across his chest. What you fail to understand, smarty pants, is that the repetitive value of this premonition only substantiates it all the more. Each time I get one of my flashes about you, its stronger. And last night was the most powerful of all. I had dreams about it all night. I told you to lay off those pepperoni pizzas, Norman. You know, he wagged a finger at her, ESP is a very real phenomenon. Ever since I was a little boy living in that squalid apartment on Clark Street, right upstairs from Sally Johns Lounge Dropping her head into her hands, Maisy uttered a pained groan. Yeah, yeah, I know it by heart, Norman. Ive heard this story a gazillion times, remember? Every time old Norm senior went to the tavern to slosh down a few brews he brought his kid into the bar so the too-artsy little boy could rub shoulders with some manly men. Maisy hung invisible quotation marks in the air. And learn how to become more of a real man. Mmmm, I still remember some of those big brawny shoulders too. Norman jiggled his eyebrows. Smirking, Maisy ignored Normans interruption and continued. And then all the drunken beer-bellied old geezers would humor the cute little kid by having him read their palms. The end. Ugh, that sounded so vile. Norman tsked. How can you take my dramatic, colorful, soulful little slice of life and make it sound so lackluster and mundane? Okay, hows this? Maisy offered. Each evening the manly, macho patrons of Sally Johns Lounge zealously awaited the arrival of Norm seniors cherubic little blond-banged clairvoyant boy Normie. Tethered in ropes of cigarette smoke, the brawny men sat mesmerized as the towheaded wonder-boy gazed at their rough-hewn palms, revealing tantalizing tidbits of their future. Maisy grinned. Better? Now thats more like it. Norman nodded as Maisy collapsed in laughter. Feigning hurt feelings, he pouted. Sure, go ahead and laughyoull see. Sally Johns regulars were scoffers too until my predictions started coming true. Then they came back, begging for more. Of course, I made them pay. He hopped down from Maisys desk. So you were an entrepreneur at the tender age of ten, huh? Actually, I was a kept man. At ten? She raised her eyebrows with interest.

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Uh-huh. They kept me in bar snacks like pizza, pepperoni sticks, beef jerky, cheesecurls and best of all, they let me suck, he paused there, clearly doing his best to increase the drama, the foamy heads off their beer glasses, Norman finally finished, chuckling at the memory. It was my first decadent foray into gluttony. Tell you what, Maisy suggested. If your prediction comes true and I find myself swept into the powerful, waiting arms of an irresistible straight, she wagged a finger for emphasis, manly man, I promise to ply you with bar snacks and let you suckthe foam from my beer. Norman flashed a boyish smile. Deal, he said, heading back to his office. Maisy truly loved Norman. The gregarious, good-hearted man had befriended her at the lowest point in her life. It was Norman whod repeatedly injected her with confidence and positive motivation. As her body whittled down in size hed employed his snappy, classy sense of style to teach Maisy how to dress to her best advantage. To showcase the emerging womanly attributes so long hidden beneath mounds of fat. Best of all, it was Norman who brought sunshine and laughter back into Maisys lifeand who let her cry on his shoulder when she needed to. This funny, warm, nurturing man had become her closest confidant and best friend. So Norman sees a sexy hunk coming into my life, huh? Maisy mused, sorting through her mountain of paperwork. Steepling her fingers, she looked skyward and whispered, From his lips to Gods ears.

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Chapter Three
A week after Maisy attended Johns wake, she and Norman lunched at Chowder Bay, the trendy new seafood house just down the road from Persimmon Travel. Okay, help me out here, Norman, Maisy said as she scanned the expansive menu. In my continuing quest to become more cosmopolitan, she raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, Ive decided to start ordering a glass of wine with lunch instead of the usual Diet Coke. As my mentor, its your job to tell me what goes best with salmon. Norman regarded Maisy over the rim of his reading glasses and smiled. Well, at the wine tasting I took you to a couple of weeks ago, they said not to worry about the old red wine with red meat and white wine with fish or chicken rule. Since salmons a hearty, flavorful fish, I think youd be safe with anything from an earthy cabernet to champagne. Personally, I prefer a good Riesling with salmon. The spicy sweetness offsets salmons sturdy flavor quite well. After a steady diet of Diet Coke, Norman laughed, I have a feeling youd probably prefer a wine thats not too dry. Okay then, wet wine it is. Maisy gave a resolute nod. I cant believe Im nearly thirty-five years old and just now starting to learn about wine. Thats no surprise. That overbearing, meathead of an ex-husband of yours, Norman injected an insincere smile before adding, God rest his souldid his best to keep you sheltered from anything culturally stimulating. Tell me about it. Maisy trilled a sigh. How about we leave the objectionable topic of my dead ex out of our pleasant lunchtime conversation, okay? Done. He offered a warm smile. Things were really hopping this morning, Maisy said, glad to change the subject. Were booking a lot of Mexico and the Caribbean. Norman rubbed his hands with glee. Love it, love it, love it. Ka-ching! He grinned as he mimed pressing a key on a cash register. Hey, speaking of money, did I tell you my filthy-rich cousin Wilson called me this morning? At the mention of one of her least favorite people, a wretched sneer crossed Maisys features. Big Willy? Norman nodded and Maisy shuddered. Please, God, tell me hes not coming up from Texas for another visit. Fraid so. He wants to sell off his investment properties here in the Chicago area because hesget this, Maisygoing to Russia on business. And hell probably be there a good fivethats right, I said fiveyears. Norman tapped out a little dance of joy under the table as he snapped his fingers. Halleluiah!

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No kidding? Maisys face brightened. Well, pardner, she said in her best Texas twang, that theres the best dang news Ive heard all day. She and Norman broke into laughter. Wagging his finger, he warned, Id watch out if I were you, Maisy. You know how Big Willy lusts after you. If youre not careful, he may just hijack you to Russia. Oh jeez, Norman. Youre going to spoil my appetite. What can I say? Norman shrugged. You know damn well Im not kidding. Hes hot for you. All youd have to do is crook your little finger and you could become the fourth Mrs. Wilson Jasper. Just think of all those millions. Youd be living in the lap of luxury, Maisy. And all it would cost you is a paltry ten percent of Big Willys net worth for my services as your matchmaker. Norman grinned. Youve got to admit Wilsons not too hard on the eyes either. I dont care how good looking he is. Id sooner give up chocolate than spend a single night in the lap of that manhandling, overblown, macho, bigoted, pushy side of Texas beef, Maisy made clear. Ouch. Norman winced. Their conversation was put on hold as a striking, twenty-ish young man approached the table. Hi, my name is Christopher and Ill be your server this afternoon. Have you decided yet? Yes, Ill have the fresh grilled salmon fillet with the mango teriyaki relish and steamed vegetablesno oil or butterin place of the fried rice. Oh, and Id like a glass of your house Riesling, Maisy said confidently. Norman ordered the peel and eat garlic shrimp with a side order of zucchini-crab cakes with pineapple-horseradish sauce, a cup of Chowder Bays signature New England-style seafood chowder and a glass of Riesling. Appreciatively eyeing the handsome young server with the wavy jet-black hair and blue eyes as he departed with their order, Norman mused, Did you see that cute, tight little ass of his? And those teal-blue eyes? Theyre about the same shade as your suit. Turning back to Maisy, he pounded the table. Why the hell didnt you stop me from ordering those fattening crab cakes and chowder? Pinching the small roll at his middle, Norman sat back in his chair, expelling a sigh of exasperation. Look at me. How am I ever going to get in shape to attract a luscious sweet thing like that if I keep eating this way? Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumbled. Hey, diet buddy, youre supposed to keep me on the right track, remember? Now Norman, you know how you hate it when I police you. With a kind smile, Maisy reached across the table and touched his arm. Did you really want me to say something in front of that cute, hunky waiter you were drooling over and embarrass you?

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Absently fiddling with the bottle of chipotle pepper sauce on the table, Norman groaned. No. Youre right. I would have bit your head off afterward. Im disgusting. Im beyond help. I havent even worked out in nearly two weeks. He expelled a sigh of self-loathing. Look at you. Look at how steely your willpower is. Maisy, youre such an inspiration. Damn, if I only had one ounce of your determination and resolve Shaking his head, he flicked his hand through the air. Aw, whats the use? Maisys cheeks heated with guilt. She hadnt fessed up to Norman about her chocolate orgy the week before and was hoping she wouldnt have to. Norman, youre being way too hard on yourself. You look absolutely wonderful and youve come such a long way. Twenty pounds! Youve only got another fifteen or twenty to go. Youve just hit a sticky spot, a plateau, thats all. Youll get over it soon enough. You think? Norman scrutinized his midsection. Absolutely. Dont forget if it werent for you, Id probably still be, Maisy paused, looked to either side, moved in closer to Norman and whispered, over three hundred pounds. She sat back against her chair and smiled at her friend. A youthful forty-two, Norman was a nice-looking man. Not handsome in the classic sense but certainly attractive. His effusive personality made him even more so. About five-ten and pudgy, he had taffy-blond hair, deceptively innocent hazel eyes and a ruddy complexion. Ties were his fashion-passion, todays bearing little blue and green fish swimming against a murky tan background in honor of their trek to the new seafood house. Maisys attention was drawn to the hostess, jiggling her pint-sized fanny down the aisle as she ushered a beefy man, mopping sweat from his forehead, past their table. His girth was so vast, his hips brushed against their table and the table across from them at the same time. Maisy and Norman shot each other wide-eyed looks. Come on, tell me the truth, Maisy, Norman pleaded. Do I look that bad? He bit his bottom lip. Dont pull any punches, I can take it. Maisy turned to Norman, aghast. Good Lord, Norman, that poor man is huge, she whispered. You look a thousand times thinner than him. Sheesh, talk about a distorted body image. She shook her head in disbelief. Besides, she went on, men have it so much easier than women. Fat guys are universally thought of as big, cute, cuddly teddy bears while overweight women get all those adorable little terms of endearment tacked on like porker, whale butt and lard ass. I read that in parts of Europe and the Middle East, Norman said, men prefer their women zaftiglike you.

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Thats nice, Maisy said, but here in the U. S., men want women who can double for one of these. Fingering the blade of her butter knife, Maisy smirked. Dont kid yourself, Maisy. Men want their men to look like that too. You have no idea how hard it is to be a soft, middle-aged gay man trying to compete with all those buff young boys out there. He slapped the table. Theres the answer to all of our relationship problems. We need to relocate to the Middle East where we can both be worshipped as goddesses. Maisy fell into easy laughter. Sounds like a great plan. Maybe we can get jobs operating camel tours in Egypt. All kidding aside, Norman said, Ive got to lose the rest of this weight before I get seriously depressed. But youre only talking fifteen measly pounds, Norman. You really need to ease up on yourself. After all, were only human. Everybody backslides now and then. No, not everyone. You havent, Norman pointed out. Youre obviously much stronger than I am, thats all. Im nothing but a weak-willed, fat-gram-sucking cow. Groaning, Maisy rested her elbows on the table, propping her head in her hands. Aw jeez, Norman. She took in a deep breath and sighed. Now Im going to have to tell you. Damn it. What? Norman slanted Maisy a curious look as she sat there suddenly silent. Come on, youre scaring me. What happened? Get ready, because Miss Perfect has a juicy little chocolate-covered confession for you. Norman gasped. You mean Uh-huh. I melted right off my pillar of dieting virtue into a shameful puddle of chocolate transgression. With an utter lack of enthusiasm Maisy spilled her guts about her spontaneous bakery binge after leaving the funeral home. After finishing the main course, she and Norman were served coffee and the fresh fruit mlange desserts theyd ordered. As the server departed Maisy noted, I really liked the Riesling, Norman. Good choice. It was Maisy caught a glimpse of a familiar man walking toward their table, led by the fanny-jiggling hostess and accompanied by two other men. He was one of those men with real presence. A head turner. He looked like he could be a male model, or maybe an actor. Yes, thats probably why he looked so familiar, because there sure as hell wasnt anyone in her life who looked even half as delicious as this guy. Yes, go on, Norman encouraged. The Riesling was Maisy snapped her attention back to the conversation. I liked the wine because it was Her gaze shifted again to the guy strutting down the aisle. The man was tantalizing, a tall, broad-shouldered, mouthwatering specimen of manhood. He was nattily attired in a nutmeg brown suit that complemented his dark hair.

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Covertly ogling him over the rim of her coffee cup as he neared, the realization hit Maisy. The guy with the chocolate drop eyes! Sharon Fitchsfriend. What was his name? Kyle? Kelly? Kellogg? Keller? Yes, that was it. Mr. Keller. From the funeral home, Maisy said absently. You liked the Riesling because it was from the funeral home? Maisy girl, youre losing me. Maisy felt certain he wouldnt recognize her, which was just as well, considering his dubious connection with Sharon. As he strode down the aisle between tables he talked on a cell phone. Narrowing her gaze, Maisys lip curled into a sneer as she was reminded of John. Like him, no doubt Mr. Keller was one of those self-important business tycoon types with no time for anything but work. Except, of course, for the occasional roll in the hay with some willing little bimbo like Sharon Fitch. As the hostess passed their table with the three men in tow, Norman was saying something or other to Maisy, but all she could hear was the pulse-pounding roar in her ears. Angry for reacting like a silly schoolgirl and letting her hormones go haywire, she swallowed hard, trying to dislodge her heart from her throat and guide it back to her chest. She was doing okay until the man stopped right in front of her, gifting her with a gleaming, drop-dead gorgeous smile. Its you, he said, slipping his phone into an inside pocket of his suit coat. I knew I recognized you. With a few words he motioned to his companions that hed meet them at their table. When he turned back to Maisy she noticed his eyes were specked with amber and they twinkled when he smiled. Acknowledging Maisys wordless stare, he said, Oh Im sorry, you must not remember me. We met at John Morganfields wake last week. He paused and smiled. Let me rephrase that. We were in the process of meeting when you had to leave rather abruptly. With a purposeful clearing of his throat, he laughed, revealing wonderful laugh lines around his striking eyes. Not remember him? What, was he nuts? How could she possibly forget a walking, talking, breathing icon of glorious masculinity with glistening chocolate chip eyes? Striving to maintain her cool, Maisy returned his smile. Yes, she said, with as much nonchalance as she could manage, considering her raging hormone attack. Extending her hand, she cleared her throat. Of course I remember you. His large hand dwarfed hers and she loved how diminutive it made her feel. What she didnt love was how damned flustered she felt as his magnificent, towering six-footwhatever frame loomed over her. Something had suddenly made her hot all over and Maisy sincerely doubted it was the Riesling. If all that werent bad enough, her olfactory receptors caught the gentle traces of his hypnotic, woodsy scent. She couldnt help drawing in a prolonged sniff. He smelled the way he looked. Good enough to lick.

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For Gods sake, get a grip, Mazel Lynn. Rememberthis man has probably slept with the enemy! Maisys heart pounded so fiercely she felt as if the beat were being broadcast over the restaurants sound system. Well, I wouldnt want to keep you from your lunch, she managed to say. So, uhnice seeing you again. Dragging her attention back to her coffee, she swallowed hard, doing her best to appear casual and thoroughly disinterested. Mr. Chocolate Chip Eyes hesitated a moment before heaving a shrug and turning to join his lunch companions. To Maisys horror, Norman jumped to his feet, yanked on the sleeve of the mans jacket and offered an outstretched hand as he motioned for him to be seated. Dont be silly, Maisy, Norman said through his broad salesmans smile. Im sure the gentleman has time to join us for a quick cup of coffee. Maisy opened her mouth to protest, but Norman was too fast for her. Dont you? he said to the living, breathing Adonis. Pumping Normans extended hand, Mr. Keller flashed another of his dazzling smiles and nodded. Sure. Ive got time for a quick cup. Excellent, Norman said, his cherubic face captured by a devilish grin that Maisy wished she could scrape right off. Christopher, he called to their server as the young man zoomed by their table with another tables order. Another cup of coffee here please. Retrieving a business card from his pocket, Norman turned his attention to their table guest as Mr. Keller took a seat opposite Maisy. Im Norman Stanley. I own Persimmon Travel, about a half mile down the road. And this is my vice-president and the best travel counselor in the Midwest, Maisy Morganfield. Whipping his head toward Maisy, the clearly flabbergasted man arched his eyebrows. Morganfield? Youre John Morganfields ex-wife? Maisy nodded with a slow blink. But you cant be. I mean, I heard you were Clearly struggling to mask his expression of bewilderment as he gave Maisy an appreciative once-over, he took in a deep breath, expelling it slowly. A knowing smile crossed Maisys lips as she drummed her fingers on the table. A whale? Is that the word you were searching for? She batted her lashes. Wincing, he scanned the floor, perhaps searching for a hole big enough to crawl into. Whew, nothing like getting off to a bad start, I always say. Names Keller. Keller Fitch. Never taking his eyes off Maisy, his voice was unmistakably hesitant. Her eyes wide as saucers, Maisy rose halfway out of her chair. Fitch! she blurted. Aware that shed drawn attention with her outburst she quickly took her seat again and modified her voice. Youre Sharons ex-husband? Grimacing, Keller shrugged his broad shoulders. Actually, Im afraid its even worse than that. Im her brother. He offered a weak smile while Maisy rolled her eyes

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skyward and folded her arms beneath her breasts. She had no doubt her narrow-eyed glare was sharp enough to razor Keller Fitchs suit to ribbons. After a moment of awkward silence, Norman spooned some fruit into his mouth. You know, he said, this berry mlange is really very tasty. Have you tried any yet, Maisy? Focusing his wide-eyed gaze on her, Norman cringed when he received only a scowl in reply. Well, now I know why my sister stormed off the way she did when I asked her about you at the funeral home, Keller said. I brought you up again later that afternoon and all she would say is, Dont you ever ask me about thatwellexpletive deleted, but Im sure you get the picture. Oh I get the picture all right, Maisy said, her voice completely devoid of any warmth. Better not keep your lunch companions waiting, Mr. Fitch. She shuddered as the repugnant name seeped past her lips. Thats okay, Ive got a few more minutes, Keller said through a lazy smile as he folded his strapping arms across his chest and settled his back against the chair. Flashing a look of incredulity, Maisy said, Well, I dont. Come on, Norman, we have to get back to the office. Ive got a one-fifteen appointment coming in. Pushing back her chair, Maisy deliberately avoided making further eye contact with Keller, focusing instead on brushing nonexistent crumbs from her suit. No you dont, Norman corrected. I distinctly remember you telling me that appointment was pushed back to two oclock. He leaned toward Keller and whispered, Great girl, but she has a terrible memory. Turning back to Maisy, Norman ignored her threatening glare. Dont worry, Maisy, weve got plenty of time to sit and get acquainted with Mr. Fitch. Norman offered a beguiling smile while Maisys anger manifested into a swift kick to Normans shin under the table. Ow! Norman growled, reaching down to rub his shin. Oh, Im so sorry, Norman, was that your leg? Maisy said in all innocence. Keller stood up. Actually, I really should get over to my table. I think Ive kept my associates waiting long enough. He extended his hand to Norman. It was a pleasure meeting you, Norman, he said as Norman pumped his hand with a firm, enthusiastic salesmans grip. Then Keller placed his hand over Maisys. Im glad we finally had a chance to meet, Maisy. Maybe we could have a cup of coffee or a drink sometime and get better acquainted. She answered his ludicrous suggestion with an unwavering, steely glare. You know, he said with an inviting smile, you just might find out Im not the demon you apparently think I am. Im sorry, Mr. Fitch, Maisy ground out the name she loathed between clenched teeth. But I really dont think

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Hey, Keller, thats a great idea, Norman blurted, effectively cutting her off. I keep telling Maisy she really needs to get out of the office more. Shes such a workaholic. Norman grinned and Maisy wondered if he was aware how close she was to stabbing him with her dessert fork at that moment. Go ahead and give him one of your business cards, Maisy. Maisy narrowed her eyes. I dont have any with me, Norman, she lied, hoping her threatening posture and expression sent an unmistakable message to her meddlesome boss. Licking his lips, Norman broke into a volley of staccato laughterhis telltale nervous trademarksurely knowing hed be in for one hell of a browbeating later. Thats okay, I just remembered I already gave Keller one of my cards. He can reach you at the same number. He rose from the table. Finding the tall Kellers shoulder out of range, Norman gave him a friendly pat on the arm. Now, Keller, you just feel free to stop by the travel agency any time youre in the area and Ill make sure somebody can cover for Maisy while you two go out for a couple of cappuccinos or something. Sounds good, Norman, I think Ill take you up on your offer. That is, if its okay with Maisy. Maisy shot Keller a frigid glance. No, it most certainly Stepping in front of Maisy before she could finish, Norman said, Are you kidding? Maisy would be delighted, wouldnt you, Maisy? Without daring to glimpse Maisys way, or risk giving her an opportunity to answer, Norman blurted without pausing, Well see you soon then, Keller? You bet. Keller gave Norman a wink and a hefty pat on the back before he strode off to meet his lunch companions. Enjoy your lunch, Norman called after him. The zucchini-crab cakes with pineapple-horseradish sauce are superb. Dont bother giving my regards to your sister, Maisy added beneath her breath, purposely too softly for Keller to hear. Nice guy, huh? Norman said as he watched Keller walk away. Nice ass too. Bet you any money he lifts weights. I could feel those powerful triceps right through his suit coat. Turning back toward their table, a grinning Norman held a fist up and flexed his biceps. One look at Maisys ice-pick glare wiped the grin right off Normans face. He took his seat and swallowed hard as the sound of Maisys fingernails rapped out his death knell on the wood tabletop. Loosening the tie at his throat, Norman jutted out his chin and ran his fingers beneath his collar to loosen it. Maisy watched as he tried in vain to recapture his lighthearted grin. He cleared his throat. How tall would you say he is? Six-four, sixfive? Nice dark, expressive eyes too, huh?

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Maisy reached over and grabbed his arm, digging her nails into his wrist. Ow, Maisy! You need to file those things down, theyre like claws. All the better to scratch your eyes out with, she seethed. Norman, how could you? You knew I didnt want to have anything to do with him. I couldnt have made it any clearer unless Id stood on top of the table and screamed it at the top of my lungs. Releasing the death grip on Normans wrist, Maisy raked her fingers through her hair. She picked up the dessert fork, waving it toward him. I swear to God, Norman, I could kill you. Just slap you right up on top of this table, eviscerate you with the tines of this little fork and then gleefully feed all the bloody bits into that fish tank over there. Norman opened his mouth but Maisy kept right on going. This man is Sharon Fitchs brother. Her brother for chrissakes! Doesnt that mean anything to you, you feeble-brained dunderhead? Keller Fitchs sister is the skinny slut who Will there be anything else for you today? Christopher asked, springing to the table. No! Maisy barked and the young man flinched. Dont mind her, Christopher, Norman said, offering the young man a friendly smile. Shes suffering from a severe reaction to omega-3 fatty acids. Well just take the check, thanks. Maintaining her irked expression, Maisy waited for the buoyant Christopher to give Norman the check and bounce out of earshot. Snapping her fingers to draw Normans attention away from Christophers tight little ass and back to her, she continued her tirade, struggling to keep her volume down. As I was saying, Keller Fitchs sister is the emaciated tramp I found screwing my husband. In my own house. In my own bed. Johns widow. She reached across the table and knocked on Normans head. Hello? Remember? What on earth would make you think Id want anything to do with that vicious, vulgar womans brother? Oh, maybe the way I caught you drooling over him just before you found out who he is, Norman offered, leaning back in his chair, folding his arms and looking entirely too self-satisfied. Maisy breathed in an audible sigh of exclamation. I was not drooling! Are you kidding? The spittles still running down your chin, Norman noted, laughing as Maisy instinctively wiped her chin before realizing what she was doing. Its terribly unfair of you to judge this poor guy and write him off just because his sister is an immoral reprobate. He leaned in toward Maisy, motioning for her to come closer. Remember my psychic premonition? Hes the one, Maisy. Norman nodded with confident assurance. I knew it as soon as I shook his hand. Hes the man youve been waiting for.

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What?! Bullshit! Absolutely not! Nearly leaping from her chair, Maisy grabbed her purse and glared down at Norman. That is the most ridiculous, preposterous thing Ive ever heard. Ill wait for you in the car. She marched toward the restaurants exit. Royally pissed off with Norman for his meddling, buttinski performance, Maisy was even angrier with herself for being so damned attracted to the enemys brother. Just thinking about Keller brought goose bumps to her arms, which she briskly rubbed. But no amount of rubbing could change the fact that her panties had soaked just from being in close proximity to the guy. The impressive bulk of Kellers body made her want to reach out and touch him in ways that sent shivers straight through to her clit just thinking about it. With that thought, she slapped the heel of her hand against her forehead. Jeez, what in the hell is wrong with you? Just snap out of it, will you, Maisy? she chastised aloud in the parking lot, drawing attention from passersby and not even giving a damn. Get it through that thick noggin of yours that Keller Fitch is off limits and part of the enemy camp. Evidently, Maisys traitorous libido had its own agenda. The lusty image flashing through her mind just before Norman reached the car was of Fitch the Bitchs brother sweeping her into his strong arms and divesting her of her clothing. He was licking, nibbling and making her melt. Nice and slowlike a bar of fine chocolate.

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Chapter Four
By the time Maisy got home from work, the wind howled as a blizzard whipped at the snow, depositing it in deep banks. The short but blinding drive from the office had been stressful, to say the least. Poor Hershey came back into the house looking like a snow-packed doggy snowman after shed let him out to do his business. One of these days shed move to a place where the winter climate didnt coat her lungs with ice crystals when she breathed. Still reeling from the unexpected run-in with Keller Fitch during lunch, Maisy had merely picked at her dinner, a rarity for her. In fact, she could barely even remember what shed eaten because shed been so focused on the lust surging through her veins. Of all the luscious men in the world she could be attracted to, why, oh why did it have to be Fitch the Bitchs brother? Dressed in fleecy layers to fight off the chill, she curled up in an oversized chair and ottoman in the living room, a soft blanket tucked from her neck to beneath her big fluffy slippers. A steamy mug of diet hot cocoa, topped with an ample amount of fat-free whipped cream, rested on the end table next to her. It was the perfect opportunity to escape into a romance novel, something she hadnt done in a long while. This one was a medieval fantasy, complete with brave knights, fair maidens, dragons and ogres. It was also erotic. Shed never read an erotic romance before, but when Norman gave it to her he assured her it was a good way to learn what shed been missing all those years that shed been stuck with Thumbkin. He told her it was part of her ongoing process in becoming more knowledgeable and sophisticated. She pushed thoughts of Norman to the back of her mind. It was going to take time before she could look at him again without wanting to rip his impish face off for playing matchmaker for her and Keller. What in the hell was he thinking? It would be nice to have a knight in shining armor of my own, she mused as she read the enticing back cover blurb and sipped her cocoa. The novel sounded like a hot, sexy read. But that isnt real life Ideal men only exist in fairy tales and preposterous romance novels. And ideal men dont come equipped with malicious, bitchy sisters either. The winds menacing, low whistle caught her attention. She had to relax, had to just give in and suspend her conscious thoughts for a while. More than anything, she had to get her mind off Keller Fitch, because there simply wasnt any valid reason to dwell on fantasies involving him. Seriously, why torture herself with tantalizing images of something she could never have?

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A little escapism is good, she told herself. Yes, getting lost in an outlandish romance novel full of sex and mystical creatures is just what I need. Plus Ill be learning something in the process. Maisy focused on the bawdy story of the medieval damsel in distress and her bold, sexy knight. She immediately found herself relating to the heroine, who was Rubenesque instead of a scrawny size zero. Whats more, the hunky hero loved her full, ripe curves, practically worshiped them. Now thats my kind of story! Her eyes widened as she read of colossal cocks, spurting cum, dripping pussies, creaming cunts and all-encompassing, head-to-toe shuddering orgasms. Some of it was embarrassing, some of it was odd and all of it was explicit. The people in this novel did thingsincredible thingsshed never even heard of, much less had personal experience with. Like multiple orgasms. During sex. With a mans fingers, tongue, teeth or cock causing the orgasms, instead of a vibrator. She had no idea if such awe-inspiring things were possible, but she was riveted from page one. Oh mythe sensuous things she read about asses and their little rosebud holes and what could be done with them. And oral sex. And chainmail and bondage. It was enough to have her panting and squirming in her chair. By two in the morning, shed finished the story, which had caused her to slip her hand beneath the blanket and inside her sweatpants to finger her needy clit more than once. Shed climaxed more during the time she read the book than she had in the last couple of months. She never would have believed it if someone had told her she could get that turned on simply by reading a romance novel. But, oh, what a book it was! Bold and kinky, it fueled Maisys deeply buried fantasies. After reading this story, it was hard to imagine going back to the almost chaste romance novels shed read in the past. Stories featuring itty-bitty, virtuous, virginal heroines with nary a flaw, aside from the fact that they were often too stupid to live. As she read the sample chapter at the back of the book, highlighting the authors next medieval-themed erotic romance, Maisy wondered what her life might be like if she had lived in those times. Yawning as she read the chapter, Maisys eyelids became heavy and she began to nod off As she spotted the figure in the distance, swiftly riding toward her, the sunlight glinted brightly from the form and Lady Maisy felt her loins tighten. Only the shining armor of her true love, the brave Sir Keller, shone with such radiant magnificence! Her valiant knight was coming for her, to rescue her from John-the-tiny-cocked, the fierce ogre who kept her locked away in his terrible sex chamber filled with impotent implements that failed to satisfy her carnal cravings.

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Ah yes, bold knight, she whispered as the figure on horseback drew closer. Ride quickly. Come liberate me from my torment, my living hell of orgasm-less existence. Then hold me in your strong arms and make love to me. Fuck me as no man ever has ever fucked me before. Lady Maisy wrestled against the heavy chains that bound her to the drab gray stone wall to no avail. As her knight rode up close to the ogres castle, she lost sight of him, for the chains prevented her from going to the window. She sent up a prayer that her intrepid rescuer be spared any harm. Harshly raised voices rang out in anger, then the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh, and, finally, the sharp clang of metal against metal. Oh dear God, protect my brave knight. Give him the strength he needs to overpower the cold and callous John-the-tiny-cocked, she cried out as the horrid noises continued for a seeming eternity. The clamor finally ended with a shocked gasp and cry of pain. Then Lady Maisy heard footsteps shuffling up the great stone steps and over to the ogres sex chamber. The heavy wooden door banged open and before her stood her tall, handsome knight, bloodied and panting. His armor was mightily dented, but, merrily, he was victorious! My fair Lady Maisy, Sir Keller said, removing his helmet. I have slain the ogre, John-the-tiny-cocked, and have come to free you from your chains. Then I will take you in my powerful arms and fill your silken pussy with my massive iron-hard cock. Lady Maisy swooned. Nay, brave and handsome knight, I cannot wait that long to feel your magnificent manhood thrusting high and hard inside me. Take me now, whilst I am still in chains. Rip through my garments with your sword and have your way with me now, I beg of you. Sir Kellers already huge erection increased threefold, the amazing force of it finally punching right through his clothing. Ah, how proud and high his enormous cock stood, bobbing and waving its lusty intention in the fair Lady Maisys direction. Verily, her insides were afire with desire, and she hungered with passion so terribly it made her pretty little pink clit quiver. Wielding his heavy sword with great finesse, Sir Keller slit through the bodice laces of his beloveds blue woolen gown. Her colossal aching breasts burst forth, bobbling in place, with eager nipples boldly stabbing high in the air, enthusiastic for his erotic touch. Verily, Sir Kellers cock did grow by another inch just then. His sword continued to rip through her gown, down, down, down until the glistening curls atop Lady Maisys ravenous cunt were exposed. With a mere glance at the love juices coursing down her pale thighs, another inch was added to his already remarkable length. Only the ragged remnants of Lady Maisys clothes hung from her shackled arms and from her voluptuous form now. The heavy chains were draped in crisscross fashion

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across her snowy breasts. The harsh metal abraded her jutting, dusky pink nipples in a most scintillating manner each time she moved. And so, move she did, back and forth. Forth and back. Removal of a knights armor was no quick and easy task. Sir Keller went about it as quickly as possible, grimacing at the throbbing ache that taunted his ready cock. Nay, Lady Maisy said. Worry not about your armor, Sir Keller. Take me now. Let me feel the hard steel of your mighty breastplate against my Rubenesque softness. Sir Keller hesitated not. He crushed her full, supple curves hard against the cold steel that covered his chest. Her nipples beaded even harder against the chilly surface and the Lady Maisy moaned with pleasure at the erotic sensation. Lady Maisys eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as she contemplated what it might feel like to have her sensitive breasts scraped by the chainmail Sir Keller wore beneath his armor. Mmmm, yes. Such a sweet torture. I have changed my mind, she announced. I wish you to strip yourself of your armor, but let your chainmail tunic remain intact. Her cunt wept freely at the thought. The chainmail is rough, coarse and unduly harsh, Lady Maisy. I fear it will pinch and scratch the tiny, tender pink rosebuds of your magnificent tits and cause them pain. He leaned to kiss each delicate, beading nipple, nipping them with his teeth. Ahhh, yes, Lady Maisy thought, licking her lips. Pinching, scratching, scraping. Such an exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. You waste time with your talking, Sir Keller Will you not make haste and simply do as I ask? Your wish is my command, he answered, stripping his breastplate from his wellmuscled upper body. He approached her, clasping his hands behind her back and crushing her voluminous ivory tits against his chainmailed chest. Peering at the sight of delicate flesh mashed to metal, Sir Kellers gargantuan cock twitched and he groaned. My balls are heavy and my cock demands to be appeased. Yesyes, I know, brave knight. Moaning, Lady Maisy squashed herself hard to his chest and scraped her breasts across the woven metal, delighting in the agonizingly delicious sensation. When shed finally had enough, she pulled back far enough for Sir Keller to see evidence of the abrasion, dappling her creamy breasts. Before we have finished, you shall bathe my tortured tits with hot, soothing ribbons of your cum. Forsooth, Sir Kellers breathing became labored and he did grow yet another inch. Now, my valiant knight, Lady Maisy cried out. Take me now. Savagely fuck my dripping pussy without mercy. Look deep into my eyes with your molten, chocolate chip eyes as you spear me with that hot, hard column. Sir Keller paused a moment. What are chocolate chips, my lady? I know not, Lady Maisy answered. I fear they have not been invented yet. But I deem that one day my entire world shall revolve around them.
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With Lady Maisys arms and legs spread far apart in their shackles, Sir Keller had easy access to her lustrous, wet womanhood. Grasping a jiggly tit with each hand, he supported himself as he plunged his mighty cock into her, groaning as he filled her slick, silky cunt completely. Lady Maisys abundant breasts bounced against the big palms of his hands as the randy knight shoved himself high into her unquenchable pussy. As he rammed her, Sir Keller captured one expectant nipple in his mouth, torturing it exquisitely as she begged for more. Indeed, I find that I relish taking you, fair damsel, in this crude, wicked manner shackled in chains and helpless. Fortified by the lush spectacle of my fair lady, moaning and writhing against her chains, my knights pole of pleasure is indisputably more solid and extended than ever before. Perhaps, before we have finished, my lady will present me with the tight little rosebud nestled at her ass so I may fuck that too. Your words are like music to my ears, but I wish you now to dispense with your incessant babbling and concentrate on your fucking, Sir Keller. No matter how hard and fast he shoved into her, Lady Maisy begged him for more. Higher, harder, faster. Sir Keller happily obliged by unrelentingly slamming his cock into her, bringing them both to the brink of nirvana. But, alas, escape into paradise was not to be, for in the next moment Sharon-of-redcunt, the evil, malevolent witch, and widow of John-the-tiny-cocked, barged into the chamber, wholly unexpected and catching the sex-dazed knight unawares. Using her shoulder as a battering ram, Sharon-of-red-cunt crashed into Sir Keller, pushing him out the chamber window, cackling at him as he fell. The fair Lady Maisy screamed in horror as the beady-eyed witch turned toward her, licking her lips in a wild, lusty fashion. Methinks tis time for me to finish what your knight has begun, Lady Maisy. Whisking away her skirts, Sharon-of-red-cunt uncovered an enormous wooden dildo strapped to her hips and crotch. It was certain she deemed to plunge the monstrous thing into Lady Maisys pussy. I shall fuck you over good, Sharon-of-red-cunt threatened. And then use my trusty dildo to beat you senseless before I hurl you atop my dead husband, John-thetiny-cocked No. No! Noooooo! Lady Maisy wailed, but her brave knight had fallen to his death and there was no one left to save her. Ta-da! My gay blade and I shall save you, Lady Maisy, Norman-the-meddlesome announced as he pranced into the room, ladylike dagger in hand. Not if I de-cock you first, you meddling matchmaker, Sharon-of-red-cunt warned, snatching the dagger from Norman-the-meddlesomes hand and brandishing it toward his crotch.

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Ohin that case, exit, stage right. With unmatched swiftness, Norman-themeddlesome was out the door. See ya, Maisy, he called as his feet pattered down the castles stone steps. Norman, you miserable, meddling, trouble-making coward, you come back here! Lady Maisy cried as Sharon-of-red-cunt closed in on her with a sickening cackle and malicious look in her eye. Forsooth, Lady Maisy was surely sunk. Gasping, Maisy awoke from her crazy dream. Oh brother! I cant even escape Keller in my dreams, she groused. Cocking her head to the side, she half-frowned and half-smiled as she recalled the gratuitous erotic elements of her dream. Chainmail, huh? Ouch. Crossing her arms protectively over her breasts, Maisy retrieved the romance novel from the chair and gazed at the explicit cover, showing a half-dressed damsel and her sexy knight, who were clearly ready to do some serious fucking. Nothing quite as wicked and kinky as Lady Maisy and Sir Keller, though. Maisy laughed. Amazing, one read-through of her first erotic romance novel and her libido had turned wild and wanton Lady Maisy, she tsked, you are one very naughty girl.

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Chapter Five
Every morning for the several days, Maisy found a little peace offering from Norman, tied with satin ribbon, on her desk. A box of low-fat granola bars, a box of fatfree devils food cookies, a trio of exercise videos And each little surprise was always accompanied by an erotic romance novel. Hed attached little note cards to each book saying things like, Read thisthis could be youlove, Norman. There was always a little smiley-face doodled next to his name. This morning it was a tiny potpourri sachet, embroidered with the words, Best Friends are Forever. The romance novel was titled Beloved Enemy, and the little note card read, Days have gone by and Ive run out of gift ideasanyway, I think Ive groveled enough. Read this book over the weekend, therell be a quiz on MondayLove, Norman. A smile spread across Maisys face. Stepping across the deep persimmon-colored pile carpeting in Normans office, Maisy pulled him out of his chair and grabbed him into a hug. Come here, you relentless old meddler. How can I possibly stay mad at someone as crazy and wonderful as you? Normans face lit up with a boyish grin as he motioned for Maisy to sit down. Thats exactly the point Ive been trying to get across How about a cup of coffee? He ambled over to his espresso maker after Maisy nodded. Espresso or cappuccino? Espressos fine. Maisy snuggled into one of the upholstered chairs. She waved the romance paperback in his direction. Beloved Enemy? How long did it take you to dig this up? Her lips curled into a smile. I just walked into the bookstore and, voila, there it was, calling my name, Norman answered. Dont forget therell be a quiz on Monday, so you better read it. Yes sir, Mr. Stanley, sir, she said, saluting as she rose from her chair and went to Normans side at the espresso maker. She draped her arm around his shoulder. Im sorry about giving you the cold shoulder lately. I know you meant well, Norman, but that whole Fitch thing is still such a sore spot with me. I know, sweetie, I know, Norman said as he ground the Italian roast coffee beans to a fine powder. Mmm, smells good, doesnt it? Closing her eyes and breathing in a deep whiff, Maisy nodded. Heavenly. Heard anything from Keller yet? he asked over his shoulder. Of course not. I never really expected to. Keller was only being nice because you all but hog-tied the poor man and bullied him into a corner. Maisy chuckled as she walked to the far side of Normans office, checking out the newest cruise brochures.

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Oooh, that sounds kinky. Ill have to remember that He winked. Lets face it, Norman. Maisy did a slow pirouette. Im not exactly Keller Fitchs type. I mean, did you get a good look at the guy? Norman pursed his lips and fluttered his hand across his heart, Oh honey, did I ever. He rolled his eyes for effect. Maisy whapped his arm. You nut. Im serious. Do you think somebody who looks like a goddamn movie idol would want to be seen with a plump plain Jane like me? A look of genuine astonishment flashed across Normans face as he bubbled forth with laughter. Plump plain Jane? He slapped his hand to his mouth, giggling. Maisys eyes widened. Well Im happy you find my lackluster appearance so amusing, Norman. Lackluster? Wiping a tear from his eye, Norman propped an arm over Maisys shoulder. My God, Maisy, how many times do I have to tell you youre a knockout now? Youre a beautiful, breathtaking woman. Steam hissed from the espresso maker and Norman tended to his preparation, shaving a curl from the peel of one of the fresh lemons he kept in the small refrigerator in his office. Believe me, darling, your plump plain Jane days are long gone. Frankly, as far as Im concerned, you look like a goddess at any weight. He paused to offer Maisy an engaging grin. So case closed. I dont want to hear any more self put-downs from you, okay? Biscotti? No way. Theyve got a zillion fat grams. These are low fat, Norman promised. Maisy took one, crunching into the hazelnut biscotti as she sank into her chair. One sip from the molten brew had her expressing an extended ahhhh of satisfaction. Look at you, Norman observed. Curves in all the right places, flawless skin, the biggest deep blue eyes Ive ever seenwell, except for that cute little server at Chowder Bay. Mmmmwhat was his name again? Oh yeah, Christopher. Be still my heart. His eyelids fluttered closed. Maisy laughed. Cradle robber, she said, and Norman snickered. Where was I? he said. Of course, your physical attributes. Thick, gorgeous honey-blonde hair, peaches-and-cream complexion, big, beautiful, squeezable breasts. Whats not to love? He gave a nonchalant shrug. Maisy nearly choked on her espresso. Norman! She tugged the cardigan of her heather-gray sweater-set across her chest. What a thing to say. She took another sip of her brew, cupped her hand over her mouth and laughed. And anyway, how would you know theyre beautiful, hmmm? I dont recall flashing them for you. Dont argue semantics with me, young lady. I may be gay, but Im not completely blind to feminine charms. And believe me, sister, youve got plenty. He gave a wolf

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whistle. Youve got the body of a fifties movie queen, darling, a calendar girl, and its about time you realized it and stopped trying to hide it. Maisy hesitated a moment, feeling her cheeks flush. Thank you. I appreciate that, Norman. And maybe if I lived in the fifties Id feel better about myself. But in this day and age, when skeletal is all the rage She left the rest unsaid. Why bother dwelling on the fact that shed never be able to fit societys standards? At least not in this lifetime. If I may be so bold as to bring up Kellers name again, Norman said, sporting a sly grin. I couldnt help but notice him surreptitiously checking out your cleavage at the restaurant. Oh you big liar. He was not. Cocking her head, a smile teased at her lips. Did he, really? May God strip me of my psychic powers forever if Im lying. He crossed his finger over his heart. Psychic, shmychic, Maisy grumbled through a laugh and took another sip of espresso. Norman moved his hand through the air following invisible curves. Yup, Keller zeroed right in on those big bazooms of yours. He crunched into his second biscotti, offering another to Maisy, which she declined. Gee, Norman, could you be any cruder? With a dismissive wave, Norman assured, Oh sure, lots. Anyway, so what if Keller was eyeing my, Maisy cleared her throat, chest. Big deal. If hes anything like his sister, which is a darned good bet, sex is foremost on the mans brain. Doesnt make a darned bit of difference anyway though, Norman, because that is one man I have absolutely no intention of seeing again. Ever. Whatever you say, Maisy darling. With an impassive shrug, Norman drained the last bit of powerful brew from the demitasse cup. You know Maisy eyed her boss through narrowed slits. That seemed just a tad too effortless. Its not like you to give up so easily. Pressing the tip of her finger into the biscotti crumbs on her plate, she licked her finger, purring a satisfied little moan. What can I say, Maisy? When youre right, youre right. Norman held his cup aloft. Want another? No thanks, Im still working on this one. So, youre just going to let it drop, huh? Hmm? Drop? Let what drop? Norman offered an innocent smile in response to Maisys doubtful look. Oh you mean Keller? Sure. Hes a closed subject as far as Im concerned. You know how I hate to butt my two cents in where theyre not wanted. This is me, Norman, remember? Why do I have a sinking feeling that youve got something up your sleeve where Kellers concerned? Norman crossed his arms over his chest and rested against the back of his chair. I thought you didnt want to talk about Keller Maisy glanced up from her espresso. I dont, thats just the point.
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You could have fooled me. Clearing her throat, Maisy suggested, Lets get off the topic of Keller and move on to your favorite subject. Which is? Why, you, of course, she said. Funny. Very funny. But true, Norman agreed with a shrug. Go ahead, mesmerize me. Leaning forward in his chair, he propped his elbow on the desk and rested his chin on his fist. I thought youd like to know that it looks like youve lost some weight over the last week. Lookin good, Mr. Stanley. Maisy patted her waistline and smiled. Norman bounced from his chair, proudly sticking his thumbs in the waistband of his pants as he pulled it outward. Four more pounds. He looked for all the world like an excited little boy at that moment and Maisy couldnt help but smile. That leaves me with only about eleven pounds to go. Look, I can stick both thumbs in and theres still room. Went down another notch on my belt too. Not too shabby, huh? Im proud of you, kiddo. Keep up the good work. How about you and the chocolate monster? You still doing okay? Maisy nodded. Yup, binge free. But, a slow, desirous smile spread across her lips, I still allow myself a little morsel of chocolate each weekend. All in all, Im doing okay. Im really pretty happy with myself right now. It does take awhile for the body image to catch up. I need to remind myself every once in a while that Im not that three-hundredpound plain Jane anymore. Atta girl, Maisy Norman nodded vigorously. Now youre talking. Noticing one of the travel agents settling in at her desk, Maisy said, I thought this was Carols day off. It was. I, uh, Norman cleared his throat, I called her and asked her to come in today and take tomorrow off instead. Oh. Any particular reason? Seems like a pretty slow day to bring in extra help. Yeah, well, I just had a feeling that we might need Carol this afternoon, Norman said with an odd giggle as he picked up his ringing phone. Yes, sure, Linda, give me five minutes and then send him back to my office, will you? Looking at Maisy, Norman took a deep breath as he nervously fiddled with his jade-green butterfly print tie. Then he giggled again. Maisy suddenly felt a knot twisting deep in her stomach. Norman? Okay, Maisy, dont panic on me nowKeller Fitch is here to see you. Norman raised his hand as soon as Maisys jaw dropped. She rose from her chair. Sit down, he said in an authoritative voice. Closed subject, huh? I should have known better. Norman, you lied to me. I prefer to think of it as gently elasticizing the truth.

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Nouh-uh, I will not allow you to do this to me. Maisy gave a determined shake of her head as she wagged a chastising finger at Norman. Im getting out of here now. She took a step toward the door and Norman jumped up from his chair to block the doorway. Will you puhleeze stop acting like a stubborn child and sit down? Look, its not going to kill you just to hear what the man has to say, is it? Since hes going to be here in a couple of minutes, I dont seem to have any choice, do I? The picture of innocence, Norman smiled and shrugged in response. Placing her hand to her throat, Maisy sat back into the chair, swallowing hard. All right. But Ill only give him one minute. Then Im making an excuse to leave. She jabbed a threatening finger at Norman. And you damn well better back me up on it. Do you hear me, Norman Stanley? Nodding heartily, Norman waved his hand in a dismissive fashion. Sure, sure, no problem. Ill go along with whatever you say. Planting his fingers under his chin, he studied Maisy briefly as he took his seat. Flip your marcasite pendant around, its backward. Okay, now hike your skirt up a notch and stick your chest out a bit. God, I hope youre not wearing grandma underwear. Youre not, are you, Maisy? Maisy felt a tingle of panic when she thought about her sturdy, white cotton underwear. The old-fashioned utility kind. The kind her grandma probably wore. But that was ridiculous. After all, Keller would never know if she was wearing industrialstrength underwear or a lacy bra and thong, because he was most definitely not getting a peek or copping a feel. Normans face fell. Crap, you are. I can tell by that clueless doe look on your face. Honey, youve got to learn that you cant feel sexy on the outside unless youre wearing something naughty inside. Mark your calendar. Were going shopping at Victorias Secret tomorrow. He put his finger to his lips as Maisy opened her mouth to protest. Shhh, Kellers coming around the corner, Maisy. Lets see that winning smile of yours. Norman rose to greet Keller Fitch as he entered his office. Keller, great to see you again, he said flashing his best salesmans smile. Norman, Maisy. Keller returned the smile, nodding at each of them. I was hoping to take you up on your offer to steal away your best travel counselor for an hour. Maybe two. He placed his hand on the back of Maisys chair, looking down at her with those luscious brown eyes. He was dressed in a deep blue-gray suit, pale gray shirt, and his tie was printed with tiny wine bottles in shades of blue, gray, cream and maroon. It was a tie worthy of Normans collection.

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Im sorry its such short notice, but I just flew in from a week-long business trip to California, Keller explained. Came right from the airport, actually. He cleared his throat and looked from Maisy to Norman and back to Maisy again. I thought it might be nice to have lunch together. How about it, Maisy? His inviting voice was as smooth and soft as silk. With a jubilant look, Norman shot to his feet. Oh shed be He stopped in midsentence, fiddled with his tie-tack and glanced at Maisy who flashed him a warning look. Uh Maisy, whats your schedule like this afternoon? he said in a restrained manner entirely unlike him. Think you can swing it? Maisy flashed Norman a smile. She knew how hard it was for him to choke back an exuberant positive reply on her behalf. Taking a moment to enjoy the clean, woodsy fragrance subtly wafting through Normans office since Keller entered it, Maisy heaved a sigh. She wished like hell he wasnt Sharons brother and that she could say yes. After one glance into those big, chocolate drop eyes of his, Maisys heart hammered. Yes, she flat-out amazed herself by saying. Yes, lunch today would be lovely, Keller. Great! Norman said. It was amazing he could speak, considering his shit-eating grin. Briskly rubbing his hands together, he scooted past Keller to the door of his office. Pausing just outside, he popped his head back through the doorway. Oh, and MaisyCarol will be here all afternoon, so you can take the rest of the afternoon off. He winked with a devilish grin before flying down the corridor and leaving Maisy with her mouth hanging open.

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Chapter Six
Keller escorted Maisy to a gleaming black stretch-limousine. The uniformed driver stood at attention as he held the door open for the couple. Maisy was duly impressed. While Keller was busy talking to the driver, she sank back into the soft, cushy maroon leather and took a deep breath. Careful Dont get carried away, Mazel Lynn. Remember, this guy is Sharons brother. A moment later Keller gracefully slid his magnificent body across the smooth leather seat, flashing Maisy a mesmerizing smile as his imposing presence filled her senses. Your boss really seems like a great guy, Keller said. He is. Except when hes busy sticking his nose in my business and trying to set me up with the henna-haired fornicators brother. Normans a terrific boss and a great friend. Friend? So theres nothing elseI mean, Im not intruding on a moreserious relationship between you two? Kellers question caught Maisy by surprise. Me and Norman? Oh good heavens no. Placing her hand at the base of her throat, she laughed. Norman isuh, well, hes just a very close friend. Keller eased into a relaxed smile. Im glad to hear that. Thats the impression I got, but I just wanted to clarify things. Maisy chuckled softly. Although Norman does have a rather annoying penchant for meddling. Well, Im glad he intervened on my behalf. Otherwise, I have a sneaking suspicion that you and I wouldnt be together right now. Kellers smile was so damn mesmerizing, Maisy found it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. A blush filtered across her cheeks. Youre probably right, because Keller reached over to place his hand over Maisys, causing her to completely lose her train of thought. Her mind became oatmeal. All she could focus on was the delicious, tingling current that began at Kellers touch, zigzagging an agreeable course as it sent a shiver jogging up and down her spine and ended with a significant zing right smack dab in the center of her clit. She found herself shuddering. In a good way. Looks like I owe Norman a debt of gratitude. Keller brushed his thumb across her fingers. Alarmed by her sudden inability to register a logical thought, Maisy closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath and slipped her hand from Kellers. Finally regaining

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some semblance of normal brain matter, she opened her eyes and noticed the driver had turned onto the toll-way. Clearing her throat, she asked, So where are we going for lunch? Well, Keller stretched his long legs out onto the spacious floor of the limo, seeing as how you have the rest of this beautiful winter day free, I thought it might be nice to partake in a little picnic lunch in the city. Lifting her eyebrows in surprise, Maisy said, A picnic? Keller nodded as a broad smile overtook his features. She had to hand it to him for innovation. The last thing shed expected was to spend the afternoon freezing her ass off, chowing down on hot dogs and coleslaw on some brittle, frozen patch of grass. In Chicagoin January. Gee, that, um, sounds nice, Keller. Reallynice. Maisy slanted him a dubious look and smiled. Apparently Sharon Fitch wasnt the only family member with a few screws loose. And thanks to Norman, she didnt have an easy out if she needed it. She was stuck with Keller Fitch for the rest of the afternoon. Maisy gave Keller another furtive glance. He may be screwy and he may be a Fitch but, damn, she couldnt deny he was one spectacular-looking hunk of man. The kind of guy who could almost make her believe in romance novel heroes again. Oops. Wrong thing to think about. Maisy was immediately inundated with kinky images of Sir Keller and Lady Maisy, hard at play. Her nipples grew hard and tight as she recalled the carnal scene. Thank God she had a coat on over her sweater-set because thered be no way to hide her telltale arousal Comfortably immersed in light small talk during the forty-five-minute ride, Maisy found herself so captivated by their effortless, flowing conversation that she hadnt paid any attention to the passing scenery. When the driver stopped and opened the door, Maisy was surprised to find they were parked in front of an imposing lakefront highrise. It was the sort of place shed only seen in fancy magazines. As Keller exited the vehicle, she had a difficult time imagining them spreading a blanket there on the concrete and digging in to a tub of potato salad while passersby ogled them. This is where were having our picnic? She stepped out of the limo as he guided her. Yup. Keller gave her a twinkle-eyed smile. Chilly? To the bone. Nope, not a bit. The lake air is refreshingexhilaratingdont you think? The bright January sun offered minimal warmth in contrast to the glacial Lake Michigan breeze. Maisy offered a clenched-teeth grin to keep them from chattering as she stood in the brisk, biting wind. Ill have you all warm and toasty in a few minutes. Keller offered his arm and they entered the large gilded door held open by a doorman. Maisy bit back a smile as

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she pictured several appealing methods Keller could use to raise her temperature Chainmail anyone? The buildings lobby had more marble, gold and crystal than shed seen since her last travel-agent-tour of one of the new luxury cruse ships. Sedate yet stunning. Dazzling without being garish. Is this where you work? she asked as they stepped into an oiled walnut-paneled elevator. I conduct business here when Im in the city. Keller whisked a security key card across a pad at the elevators control panel. Its a good centralized location. Complete with picnic tables on the roof, hmm? Maisy noted as he pressed the button for the top floor. Something like that. The sound of Kellers laughter was rich, deep and easy. After a rapid transport to the highest floor, the elevator doors parted. Maisy fully expected to step into a hallway or vestibule but they entered right into what looked like somebodys home instead. She swallowed a gasp as she took in her surroundings. With its sleek, clean lines and artful yet minimalist dcor, the place looked like something out of a swanky architectural magazine. The first thing she noticed was a large still-life painting of a wine bottle and two filled glasses flanked by a wedge of ripe cheese, some crackers and a small bunch of grapes. Painted in the realism style, the perfectly executed scene looked so authentic, so much like a photograph, it made her mouth water. Her gaze skittered from left to right, observing an abundance of beige marble, onyx black touches, bold artwork, a massive see-through fireplace and a full wall of floor-toceiling windows affording a breathtaking view of the cityscape and Lake Michigan. Sophisticated and contemporary, the open floor plan was somehow warm and inviting at the same time. Wow, she breathed. What is this place? It looks like a penthouse suite. Bingo, Keller said with a grin. Its my home away from home. Maisy fought to keep her jaw from dropping. You live here? Sometimes. Its my city retreat. My main house is in the country. This place is good for entertaining out-of-town clients and conducting business meetings. Whenever I need a city fix I come here and get my fill. Maisy slanted him a skeptical look. I thought you said we were going on a picnic. You never said anything about bringing me up to your apartment. Why, Mr. Fitchdid you bring me here to see your etchings? she asked with a coy smile. Flashing a devilish grin, Keller flexed his forefinger. Follow me. They walked through the length of the vast apartment to a set of massive sliding glass doors leading to the rooftop. Your picnic as promised, milady. Bowing, he extended his hand, ushering Maisy through the door hed slid open.

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His milady remark had her ill-disciplined mind skating toward thoughts of him as Sir Keller in her dream. Expecting to be chilled to the bone, Maisy found herself warm and comfortable. A quick glance at the mostly glass structure surrounding the large area explained the pleasant temperature. This outside room was far from a typical rooftop patio. It was a beautifully appointed extension of the apartment with furniture, artwork, lighting and plenty of green, leafy plants. I had this section of the roof enclosed so I can use it all year round. Keller gestured toward a table and chairs. But we still get the great views. Maisy smiled as she noted the white linen tablecloth and napkins, gold-edged white china, crystal goblets and gold flatware. A bowl of sumptuous fresh fruit sat at the center of the table, flanked by white pillar candles in crystal holders, which Keller lit. A large wicker picnic basket rested at the edge of the table. He slid a panel in the wall and pushed one of the many buttons there. The sensuous sounds of jazz instrumentals cosseted them, adding to an already perfect atmosphere. Properly impressed, Maisy arched an eyebrow. You think of everything, Keller. I do my best. He graced her with a smooth, sexy smile that made her feel she was way out of his league. And if you happen to get chilly, he offered, there are small blankets over there. He pointed to what looked like a curtained bed with decorative pillows and several chenille throws. Im fine. Its surprisingly comfortable. And beautiful, Maisy told him, having a difficult time looking away from the fanciful bed. It reminded her of something out of the Arabian Nights. She imagined a handsome, smooth operator like Keller was used to the women he brought up here gracefully sliding from chair to bed and spreading wide for him. Thanks. Opening the wicker basket, he retrieved two bottles of red wine. Expertly removing the corks, he smiled. Heres something guaranteed to warm your innards, Maisy, even if you decide to explore the uncovered portion of the rooftop. He poured them each a glass of the smoky, blood-red wine. I hope you like cabernet. Cabernetcabernet What the heck was it shed read about cabernet? I do, very much. Its the one red wine thats perfectly compatible with chocolate. Quite proud of herself for retrieving that cosmopolitan tidbit from her memory banks, Maisy gave an urbane smile. Im impressed. Keller nodded, studying her with interest. Not too many people know that. Maintaining her cultured expression, Maisy tittered a little laugh. Lets just say that as a chocoholic, Ive made it my mission to know everything I possibly can relating to the confection With a furtive glance she held the glass under her nose and breathed deeply, hoping she correctly remembered what shed been taught at the wine tasting class she and Norman had attended.

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Mmmm, great nose, she murmured, taking in the heady fragrance and doing her best to appear polished and sophisticated. After clinking glasses, she took a sip and closed her eyes. She held the wine in her mouth, swishing it around for a few seconds before swallowing, just as shed learned. Mmmm, she murmured again, adeptly avoiding a shudder as she swallowed the unpleasant liquid. As the cabernet accosted her uneducated palette, Maisys eyes flew open in shocked disgust. She quickly did her best to paste a delighted expression across her face. All she tasted was a non-sweet, grapey-mushroomy fluid she was none too thrilled about. She couldnt imagine why on earth anyone would want to spoil the taste of chocolate by washing it down with this stuff. To Maisys chagrin, an emerging head-to-toe shudder took hold. Hopefully, Keller would just think she was chilly. He clinked glasses with her and took a sip. Maisy watched for his reaction. Maybe the stuff was spoiled. Kellers pleased expression as he swallowed said otherwise. This one has a nice oakiness, he noted. Oakiness. Yeah, the taste could definitely be described as wet wood all right. Just what I was about to say, she cooed. I also taste currants and detect a slight undertone of spice. It has a deep, rich earthiness, she added, mimicking the comments shed heard at the wine tasting. Gazing up at Keller, Maisy offered a gracious smile. This cabernet is wonderful, Keller, she flat out lied. Wonderful choice. He nodded approvingly. It appears you know how to recognize and appreciate a good wine, Maisy. That makes something we have in common. Maisy smiled, almost chuckled in fact. Seeing as how Keller had bought every bogus word, she felt pretty damn confident. Bluffing her way through a wine tasting was a cinch. A snap. Piece of cake. Any buffoon could do it. Puffed with her stellar performance, she couldnt resist showing off more of her phony wine acumen. I usually prefer dry wines with red meat and wet wines with white meat. Tossing the comment off with a blas smile, Maisy was taken aback when Keller nearly choked on his wine. Are you all right? Yeah, sure, he said through his coughs. Just went down the wrong way, I guess. Soyou drink a lot of wet wines, do you? The corners of Kellers mouth twitched. Yes. Like Riesling with salmon. The wines subtle wetness pairs beautifully with the flavorful fish, dont you agree? Keller stared at her blankly for a moment. Absolutely, he said finally, covering his mouth to cough again. Oh this was fun! Maisy was impressing the socks off him with her faux wine expertise.

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An expression of amusement crossing his features, Keller studied Maisy for a moment before reaching into the wicker basket. Sounds like youve been a wine lover for some time. Full of bravado, Maisy gave a flick of her wrist. Oh, eons. She huffed a blas chuckle. How about champagne? Like it? Keller brought out a couple of small covered plates from the basket. Unwrapping a perfectly ripened wedge of French brie, he placed it on the table along with some sesame seed water crackers and two tiny pearl-handled knives. Of course, Maisy answered matter-of-factly as she sipped from her glass of cabernet. This time she willed herself not to shudder as the putrid liquid went down. Yup, Keller said. Nothing like a fine glass of champagne to compliment a great dinner. Reaching into the basket again, he withdrew a plate of assorted pt slices and another with cloves of roasted garlic and scalloped pats of butter. Whats your favorite brand? Maisy whipped her head toward Keller. Of champagne, you mean? He nodded. Well, uh Never having ingested anything more costly than a two-dollar bottle of sparkling wine, she was at a loss. Gee, isnt that funny. She took another sip of wine, smiling at him over the rim of her glass, stalling for time. I cant seem to remember. The names right on the tip of my tongue. Its one of those expensive French ones. You mean somewhere in the six- to eight-dollar range? Keller asked, still sporting that curiously amused expression. Yes. Maisy cleared her throat and flashed a tentative smile. I believe theyre so much tastier than the two- to four-dollar variety. Kellers lip twitched. Oh, without a doubt. He dug into the basket again, depositing two tiny silver boxes of Belgian chocolates on the table, immediately capturing Maisys attention. She couldnt help grinning. Hot dogs, potato salad and coleslaw, indeed. This guy really knew how to put on a picnic. Hed succeeded in completely bowling her over. Keller, this is all amazing. But I dont understand. Back in Normans office I thought you said you just came from the airport. How in the world did you manage to pull all this together so fast? The smile he offered was hot, sexy and seductive. It warmed her in places the cabernet didnt reach. I kept thinking about you during that plane ride back from California. His voice was even sexier than his smile. I called you at the travel agency but you were on another call. So I spoke to Norman. He told me you were free this afternoon and I could stop by.

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Maisy cocked her head, wondering if shed heard him correctly. You talked to Norman? This morning? Keller nodded. You mean, before your flight left from California? No, from the plane. Keller smiled and sipped some wine. Bewildered, Maisy spun her body toward him. You called me while in flight? I told you I was thinking about you. Kellers chuckle was husky. Since you kept popping into my thoughts during my business trip, I was hoping Id be able to see you when I got back. His eyes sparkling with amusement, Keller reached over and lifted Maisys chin, which had apparently been hanging open for a while. After I talked to Norman and ironed everything out with him, I called Williams, my limo driver. I had him gather what I needed for our picnic lunch andvoila. Keller gestured toward the linen-covered table spread with gourmet edibles. Shaking her head in amazement, Maisy placed her wineglass on the table, stroking its stem. So thats why Norman called Carol to switch her day off and come in today, instead. Why that meddling Maisy gave in to an exasperated sigh. Aw, dont be too hard on Norman, Keller laughed. Hes a good guy. For a busybody. Hiding her emerging smile, Maisy took a leisurely sip of cabernet. It tasted somewhat less offensive this time. She slanted Keller an inquisitive glance. Just what exactly did Norman say to you? With an uncertain squint, Keller admitted, He kind of clued me in on the fact that youre not too crazy about me being Sharons brother. But, believe it or not, I think I already got that message from you the other day at Chowder Bay. Maisy felt the color rise in her cheeks. Im sorry about that. I didnt mean to be rude. Its just thatwell After another fortifying sip of wine, which tasted better all the time, she looked up into Kellers eyes. How much do you know about that whole situation with me and John and your sister? Expelling a deep breath, and looking rather uncomfortable, Keller shifted in his seat. The condensed version. As told and interpreted by Sharon Fitch Morganfield. Lets just say that it wasnt a very pretty tale and you were definitely not the heroine. He offered an apologetic smile. Good grief. I can only imagine what she must have told you about me. She drained her glass and Keller poured them each another. I think its safe to say Sharons account is somewhat biased. He laughed. I can tell you one thing thoughshe certainly didnt describe you looking like this. Arching his eyebrows, he motioned from Maisys head to her toes with an appreciative smile. Thats why I was so flabbergasted when you told me your name at the restaurant. Id expected Maisy Morganfield to be Yeah, yeah, I know. Maisy waived her hand in a dismissive fashion. We went through that already at the restaurant, remember? Im sure your dear sister had no

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trouble finding a wealth of graphic terms when it came to describing her dead husbands ex-wife. She expelled a tuneful sigh. Keller stumbled for words. Im afraid she didnt speak of you in the most glowing of terms. Dont worry about it, Keller. Maisy hiked her shoulder in a resigned shrug. Im well aware your sister thought I was a whale. I was awfully big back then. Johns wake was the first time Sharon had seen me since I lost the weight. Keller looked Maisy up and down again, furrowing his brow. How much weight did He held up his hand and groaned. Sorry, that was rude. Never mind. No, its okay. Taking a deep breath as she topped a cracker with a dab of brie, Maisy hesitantly admitted, Over a hundred pounds. What? Kellers eyes shot wide open. No way. Yup. During those ten horrible years with John, I used food to drown my sorrows. Not the proudest time of my life. Maisy, youre so incredibly beautiful. Gorgeous. I just cant imagine you looking any other way. Yourewell, youre just not the fat type, Maisy. He gave an embarrassed chuckle. I hope you know what Im trying to say. Maisy stared at him in utter astonishment. She still wasnt used to her slender identity. Glancing down at herself, she had to chuckle when she saw her arms drawn tight around her middle, intent on hiding those old phantom rolls of fat. As she relaxed her posture, a tingly rush of excitement danced through her system. Holy shithe thinks Im gorgeous! She gulped down a mouthful of wine. Thank you, Keller. What a lovely compliment. Ive come a long way in the last couple of years. Maisy felt all warm and cozy inside, from the cabernet, no doubt. Or maybe it was sitting so close to Keller that caused her veins to heat. After giving her another appreciative once-over, Keller cleared his throat and took another sip of wine. He held his wineglass aloft by the stem, twirling it slowly as he studied it. Nice full body Mmm, and just look at those great legs. Preoccupied with positioning a slice of pate on her cracker, Maisy stopped cold. Excuse me? She scooted her feet out of sight under her chair, crossing her ankles. Look, Keller, dont get me wrong. I appreciate the compliments but After a quick glance her way Keller threw his head back, laughing. Maisy frowned. Whats so damn funny? The wine, Maisy. He wiped the tears from his eyes. Im talking about the wine. He held his glass high and twirled it. See the way it coats the glass and runs down the sides? Those are the legs. This wines got great legs. Suddenly remembering the two phrases from her wine class, Maisy buried her face in her hands. Oh, I could just die. Peeking up at him through spread fingers, she said, I am so embarrassed. You must think Im an idiot.
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Nothing of the kind. With legs like those, its a natural mistake for you to make. Gingerly peeking beneath the table, he winked up at her and jiggled his eyebrows. And this time Im definitely referring to yours, Maisy. Maisy held her glass aloft, studying the contents and taking a sip. Nibbling her bottom lip, she sheepishly glanced up at him. Ive got a little confession to make, Keller. Really? Keller gave her a twinkly-eyed smile that telegraphed his amusement. And just what might that be, Ms. Morganfield? Im a fake. You probably couldnt tell, but to be honest, I know next to nothing about wine. Kellers smile spread. Is that so? Im afraid so. Maisy heaved a sigh. I heard the tidbit about cabernet being compatible with chocolate on one of those food shows on TV or read it somewhere. I see. And you know those comments about the currants, the oak, the spice, the earthiness? He nodded and Maisy swallowed hard. I, uh, I was trying to be cosmopolitan. She offered a meager smile. I heard all that stuff at the wine tasting class Norman took me to. I really do like this wine though. Maisy held her glass high and grinned. I didnt at first but this wine is really pretty damn good once you get used to it. She drained her glass, glanced up at Keller with a sheepish smile and hiccupped. More please. Must be because its a dry wine versus a wet wine, he said as he refilled her wineglass from the second bottle That must be it. She sipped and hiccupped again. Did we finish that whole bottle already? she asked, pointing to the original wine bottle. We did. Clearly no longer able to contain his laughter, Keller scooted his chair closer, wrapping his arm around Maisys shoulder. You know, your wet wine comment kind of clued me in early on. Really? But, I thought Norman said Wines are either dry or sweet. Thats where you got mixed up. Keller gave her a reassuring squeeze. And here I thought I was being so smooth. Burying her head in her hands, Maisy heaved a pained growl. Hey, dont feel bad. You did some pretty good bluffing for a novice. Keller pulled Maisys hands from her face and lifted her chin with his knuckle. Of course, I had to take some points off your score for the champagne comments. Guess I should have stopped while I was ahead, huh? Uh-huh. Keller nodded.

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It sounds like youre quite a wine connoisseur, Maisy observed, sipping from her glass. And why wouldnt he be? She imagined most guys who had their own personal limo driver and lived in a penthouse in the city and had a house in the country probably did know a thing or two about fine wine. Pick up the wine bottle and take a look at it. She did, taking a moment to focus because things were just a bit blurry. With a gasp she read the words on the label. Kellers Cellars! She angled him a cautious smile. Wait a minute This Keller is you? He fished through his pocket and retrieved a small black case engraved in gold with the words Kellers Cellars. He opened it and handed her one of the business cards. Squinting to read it, she mumbled the words to herself until she came to the part that read, Keller Fitch, Proprietor and Winemaker. Oh my gosh, it is you! In the flesh. Well thats just great. As if I didnt feel like enough of a moron already. Taking another sip of cabernet, she shook her head. Thatll teach you not to put on airs, Mazel Lynn. She punctuated her thought with another hiccup. Keller flinched. Mazel Lynn? Frowning, Maisy looked at Keller. He looked sort of wavy so she blinked a few times. Did I say that out loud? Keller nodded with a bemused smile. Well, just pretend I didnt, she said with a dismissive wave. Gee, you know, Keller, I think this wines starting to affect me. If youre not used to drinking wine its probably best to take it slow, he advised. Maisy reached out to finger his tie. So thats why your tie is printed with little wine bottles all over it, huh? Keller nodded. Very clever. But I thought wine only came from California or France or other far-off places. I never heard of vineyards in Chicago. Her fingers tiptoed from the ties knot down to its pointed tip. She was tempted to explore farther down. I have grapes shipped in from Oregons wine country and from the Napa Valley and Monterey in California, in sealed, refrigerated trucks. My other sources include orchards in Michigan, Wisconsin, Illinois, California and Washington State for the fruit wines. Fruit wines? Uh-huh, apple, peach, strawberry, cherryIve experimented with quite a variety of fruits. Even won a few awards here and there. He smiled proudly as he postured, blowing on his fingernails and polishing them against his lapel. Maisy studied Kellers business card again, doing her best to focus in on the small print. Naperville, Illinois. So your winery, she glanced at the card again, Kellers Cellars, is in DuPage County, right outside Chicago. Are you in one of those corporate parks?

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Hell no. Keller gave a noticeable shudder. Its in the older area, near the historic district, where there are lots of tree-shaded streets and beautiful old homes with character. What kind of building is itwhere you make the wine, I mean? Maisy found this all absolutely fascinating. She found him absolutely fascinating. The winerys located in one of those gingerbready Victorian mansions. Its been rehabbed and updated, but still maintains its old-world charm. I must say Im pretty proud of the placedid a lot of the rehab work myself. Oh I love those old Victorians, especially when theyre cared for and restored. I get sad when I see nineteenth-century buildings being demolished to make way for modern sprawl, like shopping malls or parking garages. Its like losing a valuable piece of history. I feel the same way, Keller agreed. Im all for growth, technology and advancement, but not at the cost of razing those intricate painted ladies. When I found this property several years ago I knew it was perfect. Does the winery take up the entire house? No, I live on the second floor, the offices and retail shop are on the first floor and the winery itself, with all the barrels and vats, is underground. We offer wine tastings for a nominal fee and conduct tours of the winery on weekends. Id love to give you a personal tour of the winery sometime, Maisy. Would you like that? Struggling with her inner but-hes-Sharons-brother conflict, Maisy furrowed her brow and studied the tabletop as she flicked at a tiny sesame seed. Logic and common sense told her she absolutely should not see him again. However, due in part to her ingestion of Kellers wine, common sense seemed to have taken flight. Yes. Yes Id like that very much, Keller, she said, already fighting back remorse. She couldnt help herself from agreeing, dammit. She had to see him again. Keller broke into a satisfied smile. Thats great. Well even conduct our own private wine tasting session. I think youll find it all very interesting. Well, as you witnessed earlier, Maisy laughed, I do believe I could stand a little wine education. Weaving slightly from left to right, she narrowed one eye to focus better on Keller. In that case, Im your man. Mmmm, in any case, youre my man. Resting her chin on her hand, Maisy gazed at Keller, taking in each chiseled angle and sinfully sexy curve of his handsome face. Eyes suddenly wide, she froze, silently praying she hadnt just verbalized her innermost thoughts. Observing the surprised arch of Kellers eyebrow, she groaned. Oh boy. Tell me I did not just say that out loud. She sucked back another gulp of wine. Say what? I didnt hear anything, he answered in gallant fashion, making her feel a wee bit better. We were talking about wine, werent we?

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Yes. Maisy nodded, intently hoping she could avoid making any more of an ass of herself than she already had. Good idea. Lets talk about the wine. Please. Well turn you into a wine expert in no time. Keller kept his gaze locked on Maisys. I dont think Ive ever seen eyes quite that color. Theyre almost sapphire. He smoothed a cluster of curls from Maisys face. Leaning in a bit closer, he whispered, Beautiful. Like two exquisite, radiant jewels. A delicious prickle feathered through her clit and she leaned in closer too. Thank you, Keller. She breathed in his clean, masculine scent as he neared. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of his breath on her cheek. Fully aware of the impending kiss, she forced herself to break eye contact and back away. Norman says theyre Prussian blue. She rolled her eyes and shook her head because it sounded like such a brainless thing to say. But he made her nervous, dammit. And all red-hot and juicy with excitement. The only time shed felt like this before was the first time she had her Duo-Head Maximum Power Thruster vibrator in her hand and masturbated herself senseless. That sort of feeling was most definitely not supposed to be happening in connection with Sharon Fitchs brother. The corners of Kellers eyes crinkled as he smiled. He straightened and filled their glasses. Prussian blueI like that. Lets toast to Norman. He lifted his glass, clinking it against Maisys. She gazed absently at her wine. You didnt slip anything in here, did you? she slurred. Like an aphrodisiac. No, why? Do you feel especially amorous? Kellers voice was deeper and smokier than the wine. Nope. She hiccupped. Im frigid. Keller burst out laughing. What? Maisy shrugged. Thats what John always told me. She glugged from her glass. John was an idiot, Keller stated flatly. Smoothing one knuckle across her cheek, he gazed into her eyes. All I have to do is look at you, sweetheart, to know youre not frigid. A little tipsy but certainly not frigid. Oh, its true. I dont like sex. Well, she shrugged and dissolved into a drawn-out giggle, unless Im having it by myself. She blinked a few times. Oopsthats another thing I didnt say out loud. She winked and Keller winked back. I didnt hear a thing. Studying his incredible chocolate drop eyes, Maisy sighed They glistened the way semisweet chocolate does when its melted and stirred. Deep and dark with a rich, sparkling luster. Chocolate? Oh yeahyou can say that again, Maisy said dreamily.

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Keller slanted her a puzzled look as he held a little box of Belgian chocolates under Maisys nose. What? Snapping herself back to reality, Maisy felt the color rise in her cheeks for the umpteenth time that afternoon as she looked down at the box Keller held in his hand. Oh, you mean these, she said, helping herself to a piece as she gulped down some more wine and smiled in surprise. Mmm, the cabernet really does go good with chocolate. Why do I feel like Im missing here? Waving her hand, Maisy said, Dont mind me. I was just thinking about something else for a minute. A husky chuckle tripped past her lips. Like what? She wagged her finger at Keller. Never mind. I bet you were thinking the same thing I was. Keller brushed his lips across her ear. I doubt that. Maisy laughed. Unless youre gay. She gave him a pointed look. Youre not, are you? Not by a long shot. Thats good because I was thinking what it would feel like to have a magnificent hunk of man like you take me in his big strong arms and kiss me until my eyeballs jiggled. She grinned. Is that what you were thinking? Goddamn, Maisy Morganfield, youre killing me. Keller yanked her close, crushing her against his chest and kissing the bejeezus out of her. It was a kiss just like the ones in those steamy, erotic books Norman had given her, when tongues lashed and tangled and danced and the womans pussy got all juicy and her bosom heaved until she screamed Fuck me! over and over again. Yeahjust like that. When she felt her eyeballs jiggle Maisy moaned a sigh into Kellers mouth. Oh this was no good. No good at all. She popped one eye open and glanced at her wineglass. It was the wine! The wine was making her feel like this. She had to get rid of it. With that thought in mind, Maisy abruptly broke the kiss, drained her glass, cleared her throat and blinked a couple of times. All gone, she announced with grin. Oh boy, Keller said. Im not used to having this much wine all at once. I feel kind ofsmooshy. Maisy let out an extended giggle. Just what I need. A smooshy giggler. Keller took Maisys empty glass and set it on the table. Youve got quite a wine blush there, Maisy. You downed that cabernet pretty fast. I think you may be just a bit inebriated. Just a smidgen, perhaps. Maisy held her thumb and finger an inch apart. Whats a wine blush?

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A lot of fair-skinned people like you get all red in the face when they drink wine. Oh, she said with disappointment. And here I thought I was blushing because you were about to make my eyeballs jiggle again. Maisy surrendered to another fit of giggles. Jutting her neck forward, she tapped her lips. Kiss me again. Lets see what else you can do with that wonderful tongue of yours. Oh honey, you have no idea. He kissed the tip of her nose. But Im not in the habit of taking advantage of intoxicated women. The logical Maisy agrees with you but the smooshy Maisy says kiss me, baby. She grabbed Kellers hand, holding it up to hers, comparing the size difference. You have such nice, big strong hands, she gushed. Lets put one here. She planted one of his hands behind her waist. And the other one here She positioned it on her shoulder, closed her eyes and puckered her lips. You are magnificent, Maisy, Keller whispered before brushing a quick kiss across her lips. Common sense told me getting mixed up with my sisters husbands ex may not be the wisest idea, but damn, youre just too spectacular to pass up. Keller sifted his fingers through her hair. God, youre breathtaking. Well? Maisy said, peeking at him through one eye. Well, what? She opened both eyes and shot him an impatient look. Well, are you just going to sit there blabbing like you did in my medieval dream, she made a yakking motion with her hand, or are going to kiss me again? Oh sweetheart, Keller caressed her with his eyes, if you only knew how much I want to do thatand morebut youre not in any condition right now. Outraged, Maisy jumped to her feet, teetering a bit as she threw her arms out to the side. Whats wrong with my condition? Do you think Im fat? Is that why you dont want to kiss me? No, Maisy, I Maisy shuffled backward, losing her balance and falling onto the curtained bed. Oh! When she realized where she was she gave a lazy smile, offering Keller a come-hither look and wiggling her fingers at him in invitation. Kellllerrrr, she called in a singsong voice. I have an idea Keller slanted her a cautious look. Maisy he warned. With a smile both deliberate and sultry, her gaze dropped to the front of his slacks She licked her lips. Come on. Touching herself, she ran her hands down her sides and belly before stretching and purring like a kitten. Lets play sheik and captive slave girl. Eyes widening, Kellers chest expanded with a cavernous breath. Well, damn. Im not made of iron for chrissakes, he said in a low, sexy rumble as he unknotted his tie, yanked it from his neck and accepted Maisys enticing summons.

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Chapter Seven
Keller watched the tantalizing rise and fall of Maisys full breasts. The feral part of him ached with the need to tear the sweater from her chest, rip her bra off and see for himself if she looked half as good as hed imagined. He had a hunch she looked even better. And now he was a mere few inches from finding out. From suckling her breasts, rasping his tongue over her beaded nipples, taking them in his teeth and biting, driving her insane with sweet torture. But gentlemen didnt take advantage of their inebriated guests. Regardless of how goddamn fucking gorgeous or enticing they were. Squirming on the bed, Maisy wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged. Christ. She was warm and wiggly and, sonuvabitch, he really needed to see what was under that butter-soft sweater. Those ripe breasts of hers were close. So close. Groaning, Kellers balls tightened and his cock began a steady, insistent throb. Since hed first seen her at the funeral parlor hed dreamed of taking her, thrusting himself into her depths. And then at the restaurant when she gave him that high and mighty act it was all he could do not to drag her into the parking lot, slam her sweet ass on the trunk of his car and fuck her senseless. In fact, thoughts of fucking the luscious blonde had his primal urges surging to the surface. Because of Maisy, hed spent an inordinate amount of time circling his fingers tight around his cock and stroking himself to completion. Fuck. Shed managed to reduce him to the level of a horny, testosterone-driven teenager, for chrissakes. And now here she was, all soft, sweet and compliant. Intoxicated and obviously horny as hell, presenting herself to him, inviting him to sample her lush, womanly attributes. Frigid. Shit. Hed bet Maisy Morganfield was the hottest tamale hed ever encountered. She may have started their lunch date like a prim, proper schoolmarm, all tight and stiff and unyielding, but it didnt take much for him to figure out that wasnt the real Maisy. No, the real Maisy was a lush, sensual creature. A woman whod been deprived of her true sexual nature by that pea-brained idiot shed married. All she needed was the right man to help her embrace her wanton, uninhibited side. Kiss me, my handsome Arabian sheik. Make me quiver all over. She made a little mewling sound. Oh yeahhe could be that man. Absolutely. His control dangling by a loose thread, Keller yanked Maisy tight against him. He groaned in erotic torment as the hard peaks of her nipples met his chest. His fingers crept dangerously close to one of her magnificent tits. Temptation tore at his insides as

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his hand stilled, suspended in midair, a mere inch from the soft swell mashed against his chest. Her body heat radiated, warming his skin, inviting him to squeeze. Allowing only his thumb to graze the curve of her breast, Kellers hand slid leisurely down her rib cage, making itself at home there. One glimpse of her expectant expression and he was gobsmacked. Her full lips and parted mouth begged to be tasted. Like a starving man, his tongue lunged hungrily. He tasted her deeply, possessively. She was so luscious, so warm, so passionate Getting lost in the intoxicating depths of their kiss fueled his desire to the point that his cock demanded satisfaction, appeasement. He certainly hadnt had near enough wine to feel the effects himself but, just the same, he felt as if his world was spinning as she eagerly explored his mouth with her tongue. Her nails dug into his shoulders as a low, needy sound escaped her, making him shudder with anticipation. Is this really happening? Maisy whispered when they came up for air. Its either happening or Im having the best damn dream of my life, Keller assured her, his lips nuzzling into her hair. It smelled of sun-kissed honeysuckle. A slow chuckle bubbled up from Maisys throat. A dreamyes. This is too wonderful to be real. Tugging the neckline of her sweater aside, Keller trailed a wet path of kisses down her long throat, then sucked at the soft spot just above her collarbone. She was so fucking irresistible, he licked her neck and face in one lavish swoop. My God, youre delicious, Maisy. He wanted to lick every inch of her, starting with that tantalizing pair of tits and tonguing his way down to her juicy little cunt. With mouthwatering images of that carnal feast in mind he growled and kissed her again, slow and sensual. Mmmm She stared up at him with half-veiled eyes, letting out a little moan, which was all it took for Kellers cock to get downright adamant. You taste like chocolate and cabernet, combined with an alluring taste thats all your own, Maisy purred. As her fingers tripped through his hair, she maintained warm, firm breast to chest contact. She was driving him insane. Snaking one hand beneath her sweater, Keller sucked in a deep breath as he connected with the soft, hot flesh of her belly. Her quivering moan of encouragement persuaded him to keep investigating. Hed prided himself in mastering his emotions, in sustaining control in all situations. But those sweet, needy whimpers of hers threatened to completely undo him. They snagged something deep in his center, and he could almost hear it when he realized his command had snapped. On a mission, his hand traversed up from her belly. He heard Maisys breath catch when he cuddled her lush breast in his palm. At the single pass of his thumb, her

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already hard nipple beaded even more, bunching into a tight little bud. He pinched it, rolled it then squeezed the fullness of her breast. God, she was incredibly softeven if her heavy-duty cotton bra was stiff and forbidding. Her pleasure evident, Maisy moaned again, arching into his touch, her lips parting in a silent plea. Smoothing his hand down the side of her breast, Keller molded the curves of her ribs, waist and hip. Her body heat nearly singed his fingers as his hand cupped her mound. The blissful sound she made in response to his touch was like music to his ears. A moment later Keller reached the bottom of Maisys skirt, sliding his hand up her thigh, gliding over her pussy. Pressing his thumb against the fabric at the crease, Keller smiled, almost chuckled. Alas, her bra seemed to be part of a matched industrial set. His hot tamale was wearing a pair of sturdy cotton good-girl panties. Still, his fingers found the slit beneath the material that held the promise of a sweet, hot fuck. And he could feel the dampness evidencing her desire right through her panties. His frigid little Maisy was already so wet for him. So ready. Ohyesit feels so good to have a man touch me, Keller. To have you touch me. Your hands are so gentle, so caring. No ones ever touched me like that before. Keller gazed down at her blissful, imploring expression and stiffened at the look of unchecked trust in her eyes. He groaned. What in the hell was he doing? Since when had he become a testosterone-driven animal who preyed upon intoxicated women? Assembling every ounce of willpower he had, he pulled away, slipping his one hand from beneath her skirt and the other hand from under her sweater. Then he peeled her arms from around his neck. Maisy gazed up at him through clouded eyes that asked why. Im sorry, Maisy. I never should have taken advantage of you like that. Beaming a joyful smile, she assured him, Thats okay, I liked it. Go ahead, take advantage of me some more. The hiccup that followed told Keller she was still plenty tipsy. Heaving a monumental sigh, he struggled to maintain his resolve. No, Maisy. Not like this. Your thoughts are clouded by all that wine now, and, he gave a little laugh, I have a sneaking suspicion you might not feel the same way once the effects of the alcohol have worn off. Believe me when I tell you, Keller shifted uncomfortably, this is a whole lot harder for me than it is for you. Maisy rolled onto her side, bending an elbow and propping her head on her hand. From now on, Keller, whenever I have cabernet with my chocolate, Im going to think of youand this wonderful picnicand your delicious kisses. She patted the mattress next to her. Come here, Keller, she said, her big blue eyes looking up at him, calling to him like a siren.

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Kellers civilized side was losing the battle. Only if you sit up first, he said, knowing damn well if he got down on that bed next to her hed have his cock buried in her so fast it would make her head spin. Instead of rising, she placed her hand on his chest and purred as she kneaded the flesh of his pectorals. He groaned from somewhere deep inside, afraid to open his mouth, knowing the only thing that would come out would be a primitive growl. Unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, she scooted her hand inside, exploring his chest. It never happens like this in real life, Keller, she noted, smoothing her fingers over his nipple, causing it to constrict at her touch. Just in fairy tales and romance novels. Thats why Im sure Im dreaming. Whatever happens, promise you wont wake me up. She held his gaze and time seemed to stand still. Taking a moment to breathe, Keller brushed the damp, blonde curls from Maisys forehead and smiled. You make me absolutely crazy. Baby, I want you so much I can hardly stand it. He couldnt resist sliding his hand down her arm and over her breast. Really? Geemaybe Norman was right after all. She covered his hand with hers, holding it firm against her with a satisfied sigh. Norman? Of all the things he might have expected to hear at that moment, her boss name wasnt one of them. Pray tell, what does your boss have to do with whats going on here, hmm? Hes the one who keeps telling me sex could be different. When Keller slanted her a questioning look, she added, Different than it was with John, I mean. He watched the wine blush drain from her cheeks. John was my first, she confessed. Andmy only. I was a virgin when I married him. After our wedding night all I knew about sex is that it was something ugly and abusive. She drew in a deep breath and breathed out a sigh. I never wanted to have sex again after what that man did to me. Aw, sweetheart, Im so sorry. Keller scooped her into his arms, cradling her close. I always thought the guy was a first-class jackass. At the same time he comforted her, warning bells clanged inside his head. That little tidbit of information Maisy shared was enough to have him running for the hills. The last thing he wanted was to get mixed up with a woman hed have to handle with kid gloves when what he wanted to do was pound into her until she saw stars. He didnt want to get tangled with someone whod been sexually abused. He didnt want to be the savior to a woman looking for sexual healing. And he sure as hell didnt want to do any of that with the ex-wife of his sisters dead husband. Shit. I just wanted you to know all that before anything happened between us, Maisy told him. Its only fair. Believe me, Keller, Ill understand perfectly if youd rather just take me back to my office right now and not see me again.

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There it was. Shed given him a perfect out. If he had any brains hed take it. Yeah, she was beautiful and funny and spunky and sexy as hell, but there were plenty of other women out there just as good as Maisy Morganfield. He rested a lingering gaze on her. No there werent. Well, he found himself saying, I guess its going to be up to me to show you that sex with the right person can be something beautiful. Extraordinary. He got up and drew the curtains around the bed, affording them privacy from any voyeurs with telescopes. She gave him a smile so sweet it made his cock jerk. If anyone can, Keller, I think its you. Show me, Maisy urged, shrugging out of her cardigan then grasping the hem of the sweater beneath. Please show me, Keller. She began lifting her sweater. Stop, Keller said, dont go any further. Maisy froze. Pleaselet me have the pleasure. He pushed her hands away, replacing them with his. He felt Maisy shiver as he lifted her sweater, his fingers brushing over her breasts as he drew the garment up and over her head. She sat there in her white cotton bra with her curlicue blonde hair all disheveled and looking up at him with such a tentative, cautious expression it almost broke his heart. Youre beautiful, Maisy. Exquisite, he whispered, and smiled when he saw her expression and posture relax. Hadnt that asshole ex of hers ever bothered to tell her that? Maisy reciprocated by unfastening the rest of the buttons on Kellers shirt, giving a delighted moan as she smoothed her hand across his chest. Just look at all those beautiful muscles. Even better than my dreams. Ahhh, so youve been dreaming about me, huh? He gave a devilish grin. Maisy nodded, her attention still at his chest as she explored. Mmm-hmm. And in them youre buck-naked. That can definitely be arranged. Or wearing chainmail. Keller didnt respond to that bit of information. Chuckling, he brushed his thumb over the unyielding casing covering her breast, groaning as the nipple pebbled, beckoning him to savor it. Maisys breath grew ragged, which turned Keller on even more. Before he went any further he took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. Maisy, if I do anything you dont like all you have to do is tell me to stop, okay? I promise I wont hurt you. Do you believe you can trust me? Maisy did a long, slow blink. I do, Keller. Thank you.

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His fingers captured the taut bud through the cotton and twisted it, causing Maisy to throw her head back and moan. He repeated the process with the other breast until Maisy was a liquid puddle of moaning ecstasy. Without removing her bra, Keller took a nipple in his teeth, nibbling and tugging, pleased as he heard Maisys satisfied little murmurs. She reached for his belt buckle, fumbling until she got it loose. Then her fingers were on his zipper, hesitantly at first and then slowly tugging downward. As if she were a child exploring something magical for the first time, Maisy tentatively cupped his cock through his shorts. She had his nuts in a knot before he could blink. He scrambled out of his shoes, socks and trousers, kicking them aside and then went back to the pleasurable task of playing with her breast. When Kellers mouth lifted, leaving the fabric over her nipple wet, Maisy moaned her disappointment. He blew on the wet cotton, watching as the beaded crest beneath hardened even more. Take off your skirt for me, Maisy. She quickly complied. Wearing nothing but her good-girl bra and panties now, Keller detected the uncertainty returning to her eyes. Im going to take these off now, okay, sweetheart? Yes she breathed. I-Im really sorry. About what? The grandma underwear. Keller bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Its okay, honey. In an odd way, its kind of a turn-on. Im going shopping at Victorias Secret for some sexy undies tomorrow, she announced. Ill look forward to seeing those, he assured her. Tempering himself to avoid clawing her cotton undies off like a rabid caveman, Keller tugged off her panties then unfastened her bra. The damn thing had more hooks than he was used to and it took forever. A monumental groan rumbled up from his chest once hed finally unveiled her. Sweet Jesus, she had the dazzling tits, pussy and ass of a porn goddess. It was a wonder he didnt come right there in his shorts. You look like a goddess, Maisy, he said, wisely omitting the rest of the depiction that came to mind. Like Venus. He cupped her breasts in his palms, feeling the heft before giving them a jiggle and watching as they bounced in his hands. Then he flicked each nipple with his fingers before twisting them. Maisys head fell back and she moaned out her bliss. The action presented her breasts to him in an irresistible offering. He caught one pert nipple in his teeth, lavishing it with attention while he pinched the other.

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Oh God, Keller. That feels so good. I can feel the sensation all the way to my She moaned again, squeezing her knees together. Your sweet little clit, Keller whispered as he leaned Maisy back against the stack of pillows. Wedging his fingers between Maisys thighs, he eased them apart, slipped past the moist curls and searched until he found her most sensitive spot. Gasping, her mouth fell open and she sputtered as his finger stroked the small bud. There. She stared up at him with an adorable look of amazement. Thats exactly where I feel it. Oh, stop! Stop, Keller. He stopped immediately. Nono, dont stop, Maisy pleaded hoarsely, her eyelids heavy. Keller captured a ripe, wet, reddened nipple in his teeth, teasing it as he continued swirling his fingertip at her slippery clit. Her juices flowed around his fingers. The way she breathed seemed as though she couldnt get enough oxygen into her lungs. With each pass of his finger she trembled. He increased the slick friction, loving the way she gasped and clawed at him, wordlessly beseeching him with her eyes. Christ, he could see it coming, sense her impending climax. Her body tensed, growing rigid. Then the vibrating began. The quaking seemed to start at her clit and radiate outward in fierce, pulsing waves. Watching her shudder, writhe and moan at his touch had Keller so damned hard his guts clenched. Holding her close as her body jerked and trembled, he swore to God hed never seen anything quite so beautiful as Maisy Morganfield in the throes of orgasm. The best part of all was when his name spilled from her lips, sounding almost like a prayer. Watching her come was a treat hed never forget. He may have just proven himself to be a prince, a great guy, a generous, unselfish loverbut his cock was pissed as hell. It felt betrayed, deceived. It insisted on being appeased. Well, that was too damn bad. It was up to him, regardless of his urgency, to exercise patience and restraint. That wasoh, that was Maisy was clearly at a loss for words. He noticed her nipples were puckered and darkly flushed. Like a cad, all he could focus on as she spoke was tasting those sweet, hard berries again, licking, nibbling, biting until they were red, raw and swollen. I dont even know how to describe it, Keller. Incredible. Sensational. Phenomenal. She scooted up until her head rested on one of the small pillows and then peered at him through a thoroughly satisfied smile. Do you know what that was? From the ear-to-ear grin on your face I can venture a pretty good guess, Keller laughed, leaning down to give her a kiss. My first orgasm. Kellers eyes widened in surprise. Jesus, she couldnt possibly be that inexperienced, could she?

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Maybe I should clarify that. Maisy indulged in a soft laugh. It was the first Ive ever had when I wasnt by myself. Her cheeks colored. He loved the way she blushed so easily. Thank you, Keller. She pulled him down for another kiss. Bracing his hands on either side of her head before his lips met hers, he said, My pleasure, I assure you. And he meant it. Watching her reaction as he brought her to climax was practically a religious experience. Sinking into their kiss, Keller savored her mouth at length. If you think that was good, just wait until you experience it when Im inside you. I dont think I can, Keller. He felt his face crumple with surprise and disappointment. Wait, I mean, she clarified. I dont think I can wait. Tugging at Kellers shorts, she ordered, Take them off. Keller and his impatient cock were more than happy to accommodate her. Once his shorts had been shucked and the biggest erection he could remember sprang free, Maisys breath caught. Oh my You see? Thats what you do to me. Definitely no Thumbkin here, I see. She reached out tentatively, feathering a light stroke along his cock with her fingers. Fighting back the urge to detonate from the mere touch of her fingers on his eager dick, Keller lifted Maisys face and peered into her eyes. Did you say thumbkin? As in the kids gamewith the fingers? He wiggled his thumb back and forth, staring at it. Thats the one. Maisy nodded. Its what I used to call Johns petite pecker. She giggled, holding her finger and thumb about two inches apart. His itsy-bitsy minipenis. Of course, I never actually called it Thumbkin to his face. She lowered her gaze to study Kellers erection. I can tell you without doubt that old Thumbkin never looked anything like this. Are you sure thatll fit inside me? Ive got a crowbar around here somewhere in case we need it, Keller joked. Actually, I think well be a perfect match. Maisy stretched beneath him, a sublime smile lighting her face as she wrapped her cool, soft hands around his cock and applied pressure. Theres only one way to find out. Yes! Beading with pre-cum, his cock bobbed with the first exulted movement of a happy dance. Nudging her thighs apart with his knees, Keller felt a rush of anticipation he hadnt experienced since he was a horny kid. He separated her folds, eyeing the shiny pink treasure awaiting him and breaking into a lusty grin. Ive been waiting for this moment since I first laid eyes on you, Maisy. He slicked two fingers along her slippery, moist slit and licked her juice from his hand, murmuring his delight. She tasted of sex, desire and need. He almost laughed when he gazed down

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into her eyes, witnessing her shell-shocked expression. Apparently hed just provided another first. His hands itching to delve into new and stimulating places, Keller thrust one finger into her hot, wet core. Delighting at Maisys impassioned moans as he drew in and out, he added a second finger, spearing her juicy cunt and twisting inside the tight channel. Christ, he could hardly wait. That taut pussy of hers would feel like heaven on his dick, clamping him hard as hell while he fucked her breathless. I love this, Keller. Maisys breaths came in short, ragged rasps. I love your hands on me. In me. My God, you can do magical things with those fingers. Her moan sounded so delicious, he claimed her mouth with his and swallowed the sweet murmurs. Watching the look of sheer bliss on Maisys face, Keller continued to finger-fuck her, making sure to abrade her clitoris with his thumb as his fingers thrust. Moaning again, she arched her tits up at him, presenting them for his pleasure. He took advantage of the offer, licking around the dusky pink areolas and nipping at the stiff little peaks at each center. Maisys cheeks flushed and her heated gaze looked a million miles away. Damn if the woman wasnt on the verge of another orgasm already. In all his years, and with all the women hed known, no one had ever treated him to such a precious, beautiful show of unbridled ecstasy. Maisy Morganfield was one very special woman. He held her close as her soft, lush body succumbed to a furious round of quakes. Her full, sensuous lips went from forming little Os to stretching out in flat lines as she caught her plump bottom lip with her teeth, letting it drag through. Her mouth was as expressive as the rest of her. Keller couldnt help thinking that she had a mouth made for fucking. His dick leapt at the thought of being cushioned between the insides of her moist, hot cheeks. Thats it. Hed go insane if he waited any longer to thrust into that sweet, glistening cunt of hers. Positioning himself to enter, his cock a mere few inches from her glorious, inviting cunt, Keller winced. Damn, he muttered, reluctantly rising from the bed. Whats wrong? Condom. OhI almost forgot, Maisy said. For a minute there I thought maybe you were going to get that crowbar. She laughed and he followed suit. Keller wagged a finger at her, retrieving his slacks. Dont you move a muscle. This will only take a minute. Before he could fish the condom from his wallet the cell phone inside his suit coat pocket rang. It was a rude, unwelcome interruptionone hed ignore if at all possible, but hed been waiting for a crucial call. Nothing like rotten timing. Im sorry Maisy. Ive got to answer this. Im expecting an important call from one of my vintners in California.

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I understand perfectly. Dont worry. Im not going anywhere. Heaving a sigh of frustration, Keller reached into his jacket and retrieved the ringing phone, flipping it open without bothering to look at the display. Big mistake. Watching Keller intently as he answered his call, Maisy wrapped her arms around herself and smiled, luxuriating in the memory of the superb intimacy theyd just shared. And anticipating what she expected to be the thrill of a lifetime, as soon as he finished his call. While Keller was certainly dashing, handsome and unbelievably sexywith the added plus of a colossal cockit was definitely more than just physical attraction that had Maisy hooked. The warm, tender feeling blossoming inside her was due in part to her mild state of intoxication, but it was Kellers warm, caring personality, his obvious intelligence and his fabulous sense of humor that enveloped her in a delightful state of bliss. As he listened to his phone call, Maisy saw his eyebrows knitting together in a distinct look of displeasure. She wondered who or what was distorting Kellers handsome features into angular lines of anger. She longed to reach out and smooth her fingers along his creased forehead and furrowed brow. To kiss away all evidence of his scowl. To guide him into her depths where he could forget his woes and lose himself in pleasure. Maisy had little doubt it would be a deliciously pleasurable experience for them both. She hugged herself tighter and moaned a low chuckle. Look, Sharon, I told you, Im busy. Maisy stiffened. Ears fully perked, her pleasant, fuzzy state of intoxication rapidly dissolved. Until the mention of Sharons name, it was as though shed been encased in a little bubble of idyllic fantasy. Hearing the womans name spill from Kellers lips pricked the bubble, quickly deflating it. She sat up, draping her legs over the edge of the bed and clutching a pillow against her naked self with one arm. Im Keller looked at Maisy, offering an apologetic smile. Im with a very important client right now. Ill call you later. Heaving a sigh, he flipped the phone closed and returned it to his jacket pocket. Obviously not the vintner from California. Obviously. Maisy met his apologetic smile with a steely glare. Im really sorry about that. I know how you feel about Sharon. Keller sat next to Maisy, brushing his lips across her temple and smoothing the hair from her face. Believe me, the last thing in the world I wanted or expected, now of all times, was an intrusion by my lame-brained sister. He covered her hand with his, stroking his thumb over her knuckles. Sister. Maisy blinked long and slow. His sister. Slipping her hand from beneath Kellers, she heaved a sigh at the unpleasant reminder. Maisy

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Thats the problem, Keller. She looked up into his beautiful chocolate chip eyes and had to turn away because she couldnt think straight when he looked at her like that. Sharon will always be your sister. Shed always be between us. Always interfering and causing trouble. Damn, it just wasnt fair. Here she was on the verge of discovering something special, something downright breathtaking with this incredible man. His electrifying touch had already carried her to heights never before imagined. And now she longed to go the distanceto experience the ultimate in pleasure as he held her in his arms, looking into her eyes as he thrust into her. But that could never happen. Not with Sharon Fitchs brother. Ever. Maisy, listen, it doesnt have to be Yes it does. Shoving her fingers through her haphazard curls, Maisy added, Im sorry. I just cant deal with this. Retrieving her bra and panties, she slipped them on. I have to leave. Come on, Maisy, lets talk about this for a while, okay? Look, just because shes my sister doesnt mean we cant still Nope. Absolutely not. Maisy reached for the rest of her clothes, methodically putting them on and avoiding his gaze. Think about it, Keller. That woman would do everything she could to make us miserable, to split us up. The last person she wants to see in a romantic relationship with her brother is her dead husbands ex. Aw, Maisy, pleasedont do this. After slipping into her shoes, Maisy absently began packing the leftovers into the picnic basket. She had no idea why in the hell she was doing it, but something told her if she didnt busy herself the dam would break, and shed start bawling and make an even worse mess of things. Thank you, Keller. Lunch she cleared her throat, everythingwas wonderful. She chanced a quick glance his way. He was still naked. His cock was sizeable even when no longer erect. The guy fucking looked like Adonis for chrissakes. And God how she wanted him. The pained look of confusion on his face tempted her to draw him into a hug. But that would definitely lead to another erotic encounter. And she simply couldnt get any further involved with Sharons brother. Id appreciate it if youd call your chauffeur, Keller. Id like to go back to the office now. You cant go, Maisy. I wont let you. Not like this. Not after what we just shared. Come on, dammit, you cant stand there and tell me you dont want me just as much as I want you. Maisy gave Keller a blank, no-nonsense stare. Either you call your driver or Im hailing a cab.

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Chapter Eight
In less than five minutes, Maisy and Keller were in the lobby and Williams had pulled up with the limo. She needed to be alone with her own thoughts and told Keller she preferred to ride alone, but hed insisted on coming. Seeing as how it was his limo, she figured she didnt have much of a choice. What else can I say, Maisy? Keller offered after they were seated. God knows I certainly didnt plan to have Sharon call at that particular moment. I mean, its not as if my sister and I are close or anything. On the contrary, Sharon and I have been butting heads ever since we were kids. Sharon this. Sharon that. Sharon, Sharon, Sharon Thats what a relationship with Keller would be like. Constant reminders of Fitch the Bitch. Ugh! So what was that, your sisters daily butt-head call? Maisy asked. Keller gave a feeble laugh, which Maisy met with an icy glare and stony silence. Sharon was calling to place the personalized wine order for Henshaw, the real estate office she works for. Yes, I remember Henshaw, Maisy said with a droll tone. My ex used to work there too. Thats where the lovebirds met. Keller winced. Sorry, I forgot. Anyway, I do Henshaws client gifts, personalizing the wine labels with their names and the addresses of their new homes. He paused, obviously waiting for Maisy to say something, but she remained silent. Thats the reason Sharon called, Maisy. It was just lousy timing, thats all. Turning to face him, she spoke quietly. Actually it was perfect timing, Keller. Like a harbinger of unpleasant things to come. Sharon ruined our wonderful afternoon, what we had already experienced, as well as what we were about to experience. Dont you understand? Your sister would always be looming there between us. To Maisys chagrin, as she looked at Keller her thoughts shifted to sensuous images. His hard, hot, sweaty body covering hers as he drove that amazing cock into her. Her screaming out in ecstasy. The two of them collapsing into a sated heap. She folded her arms across her breasts, furious with her corruptible libido for being so damned hormone driven. You cant think that way. God, I dont want to lose you just when I found you, Maisy. Please dont be bullheaded about this. He caught the icy glare she sent his way and huffed. Aw, for chrissakes. Ive apologized a dozen times. Give me a break. What more do you want from me?

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How about poisoning your sister? She growled at herself after the spiteful words spilled out. Great. Now she sounded more like a bitch than Sharon. Sorry, I didnt mean thatat least not entirely. She shrugged and Keller nodded in understanding. What you can do though, Keller, is agree never to call me again. She transferred her gaze to the passing scenery and heard Keller suck in a sharp breath. Come on, Maisy, you dont mean that. YesI do. Hey, Im really trying to be a nice guy here. Dont you think youre being just a tad unreasonable about this? Yes, absolutely, she readily agreed. After all, it isnt your fault your sister is an immoral, malevolent witch. But the fact that she is will never change. I was an idiot to think I could go out with you and not get smacked with the ugly reminder that youre her brother. I cant help it if just the thought of that little viper makes my skin crawl, Keller. Maisy shuddered. Unfortunately, youd be a constant reminder of her. A devilish smile curled Kellers lips. If you let me, he promised in a husky tone as he stroked her knee, I guarantee Id make you forget that my sister and that drip of a husband you shared ever existed. He leaned over to kiss Maisy only to have his lips met by her purse. Lowering her purse, Maisy peeled his fingers from her knee. Just like a man. You think you can solve everything with sex. Ill admit it can be a good starting point. Keller winked. Ugh! Exasperated, Maisy scowled. Look, Im sorry. Really. But if I were ever inclined to have sex with a man again, it sure as hell wouldnt becouldnt beSharon Fitchs brother. Obstinate, unreasonable Keller growled some curse beneath his breath. Dammit, Maisy, what happened between you and that nitwit sister of mine has absolutely nothing to do with you and me. Zero. I had no part in that whole ugly mess. And as far as sex goes, it appears you could use some tutoring, because you seem to know as much about that as you do about wine. Breathing in an audible exclamation, Maisy pounded a fist into the plush leather seat. Ill thank you to keep your opinions about my sexual aptitude or lack thereof to yourself, Mr. Fitch. Rest assured, your tutelage is neither required nor needed. Aw, damn. I didnt mean that. That was just the anger talking. Im sorry, Maisy. Hmph. Oh for heavens sake, Maisy, youre acting like a child. Drop-jawed, Maisy rolled her eyes. A child? she blurted. The heat she felt creeping across her cheeks had nothing to do with wine or her overactive libido. Thats what I said. Shifting in his seat, Keller turned toward Maisy, crossing his arms over his chest, mimicking her posture. Its completely unfair and irrational to

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blame me just because my sister happens to be your least favorite person on the planet. Its downright childish to treat me like Im a fiend because Im the womans brother. Sharon Fitchs brother. Maisy shuddered as she emphatically enunciated the words. As soon as I realized who you were, I said to myself, Mazel Lynn Mazel Lynn? Keller slanted Maisy an incredulous look. Maisy nodded and continued. I said, do not, in any way, shape or form, get involved with that witchs brother. But my buddy Norman had to go and play matchmaker. I knew it. I just knew it would turn out like this. She expelled a sigh of exasperation and sank deeper into the seat. When you said it earlier, I thought I heard you wrong. Keller huffed a disbelieving laugh. Heard what? Maisy said. What are you talking about? Your name is Mazel? Sitting tall, Maisy balled a fist, planting it on her hip as her chin jutted high. Yes, just like Hazel, but with an M. Is there anything wrong with that? It was my grandmothers name and I love it. Seeing that Keller was covering up a smirk, Maisy huffed. Excuse me, but anyone who has a last name for a first name shouldnt talkKeller. Flashing a smug smile, she turned away. Well, Im sorry, but if I had to choose Id pick Kellerwhich, by the way, is my mothers maiden nameany day over Mazel. He drew out her name as if he were an adolescent eighth grader. Maisy wagged a finger under his nose. After that juvenile display, dont you ever call me childish again, Keller Fitch. Can I help it if you drive me to distraction? Keller growled. Then he closed his eyes and groaned. You know, were getting way off the track here. Lets get back to the issue at handthe fact that Im Sharons brother. I honestly dont see what the big deal is. We were getting along just fine before she called, werent we? If your definition of just fine includes the fact that you tried to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me. What? His voice coming out in a disbelieving growl, Kellers jaw jutted and his face took on an incredulous expression. He scooted forward in his seat. Get you drunk? Thats the most inane, ridiculous thing Ive ever heard. He spilled forth with an explosion of sardonic laughter. Uh-huh, right. Her lips curled into a one-sided smile. You were all over me as soon as I became slightly inebriated. Slightly? Hah! Theres a good one. Maisy gasped with indignation. Thank God your sister did call. Heaven only knows what devious plans you would have put into motion next. Scraping his fingers through his hair with a growl, Keller sank back against the seat. Youre really exasperating, you know that?
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Lifting her chin with a haughty air, Maisy turned away from Keller and looked out the window again. Hey, lady, if you remember correctly, you werent exactly pushing me away. You were begging for more, Miss Goody Two-shoes. Snapping her head toward Keller, an outraged Maisy smacked the leather seat with her hand. That is only because I was under the influence of your putrid-tasting wine. Yeah, it was so putrid you did everything but squeeze the damn wineglass to get the last drop. Maisy gawked at him in amazement. I cant believe I ever agreed to have lunch with you, Mr. Chivalry. Believe me, Keller, I would have found your charms perfectly and utterly resistible if you hadnt plied me with all that second-rate wine of yours. Hot with anger, Maisy reached up and turned on the limos air conditioning, eagerly welcoming the cool stream of air on her blazing cheeks. Hey, if it makes you feel better to fool yourself then you just go right ahead. Kellers expression twisted. Its not my fault if you chose to guzzle down a bottle of fine cabernet like a thirsty sailor. Guzzle? Maisy shouted as she clapped her hand against her chest. Briskly fanning the coolness from the air conditioning vent toward her face, she said, I knew I should have trusted my first instinct about you. Oh? Keller slid across the seat, positioning himself close to the door of the limo, as far away from her as possible. Leaning against the door, he folded his arms across his chest and crossed a leg over his knee. Maisy couldnt help but notice his body language, strongly suggesting shed successfully rankled him to the nth degree. It was just as well. And, Keller continued, just what exactly is that supposed to mean? It means youre a product of the Fitch gene pool. With a disgusted sneer, Maisy voiced his last name as if she were speaking of something related to the cockroach family. I really shouldnt have expected anything more from the brother of that amoral bitch. A distinctly distasteful smile spreading across his features, Keller bobbed his head, muttering something under his breath. When he turned toward Maisy his eyes looked a whole lot more like scalding coffee than chocolate chips. Im well aware of my sisters propensity toward making herself sound blameless, Maisy, even when all evidence points to her as the culprit. So at first, when I heard Sharons version of what happened between you and John, I naturally discounted it. But now, after getting to know you better Keller rubbed his hand across his jaw, and raised his eyebrows as he gave Maisy an icy once-over. Im not so sure. Oooh! Of all the nerve. Punching her fist against the cushy leather seat resulted in a marshmallowy whoosh, not exactly the resounding effect Maisy was aiming for. You can sit here and say that after all the pain and humiliation that remorseless, husband-

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stealing sister of yours put me through? She plowed the fingers of both hands through her hair, growling in frustration. Your sisterthe woman I caught screwing my husband, in my house, in my bed. That, Mr. Fitch, is hitting below the belt. Maisy was appalled to find her chin trembling and tears accumulating in the corners of her eyes. Gathering her purse from the floor, she grabbed a tissue and dabbed at them. Damn, the last thing she wanted to do now was cry. His face softening, Keller hung his head, whispering an expletive under his breath. That was cruel and insensitive. I never should have said it. Im sorry, Maisy. I, he breathed a heavy sigh, I let my anger get the better of me and went right for your sore spot. Sliding closer to her, Keller clasped Maisys shoulder. Please dont cry, Maisy. Determined to control her tears, Maisy took in a wavering breath and said nothing. Smoothing his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, Keller went on. Im afraid my angelic sister neglected to mention that little tidbit about you catching her and John in your bed when she related her version. She just said you were, he hesitated, a fat, bitchy shrew who henpecked poor John and made his life miserable. Maisy turned her watery gaze toward Keller and he winced, evidently seeing the pain etched across her features. My sister told me when she and John fell in love, he asked you for a divorce. You flew into a jealous rage and kicked him out of the house. My God, Maisy whispered. Squeezing her eyelids shut, she sank back against the soft leather seat and massaged her temples. In a moment her lashes fluttered open. If thats what you believed about me, why on earth did you ask me out? I didnt say I believed it. Smiling warmly, Keller took the tissue from Maisys fingers and dabbed at the single, fat tear trickling down her cheek. Dont forget, not only do I know my sister all too well, I also had the express displeasure of knowing John. The guy was an asshole. A first-class scumbag. You want to know why I asked you out? He moved closer to Maisy, capturing her hand in his. Because youre beautiful and captivating and funny and sexyand maybe just a wee bit stubborn. He kissed her hand. And I wanted to get to know you better. Much better. He kissed each of her fingertips. Chaotic desire stirred deep within her belly but while Maisy found Kellers words and the ardent look in his eyes deliciously enticing, she closed her heart to his appeal. Reluctantly retrieving her hand from his grip, she moved away and breathed a sigh. Afraid to meet his gaze, Maisy turned to the window and spoke softly. I wish it could be different but it would never work, Keller. Today was a mistake. Look at the way weve been at each others throats ever since Sharon called. Thats just a minuscule sampling of what would happen if we continued seeing each other. She risked a peek at him, wincing when she saw his steely expression and the rigid lines of his jawbone flexing. Placing a hand on his arm, Maisy said, Im not saying its your fault, Keller. Its mine. I never should have let Norman talk me into spending time
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with you. Just do us both a favor and forget about calling me againplease. Believe me, Keller, its for the best. Sonuvabitch, Keller hissed. Yanking his arm from Maisys touch, he pounded his fist against the armrest. Talk about tunnel vision. Theres just no getting through to you, is there? He gestured wildly as he spoke. You dont want me to call you again? Okay, Maisy, if thats the way you want it, then thats fine with me. Im certainly not about to put myself through this kind of shit again. Fine. Maisy folded her arms across her chest, shifting to face her window. Fine! Crossing his arms, Keller sloped his large frame toward his window. For the next few minutes the air between them prickled with stinging silence. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the limo came to a stop in front of Persimmon Travel. Scrambling to gather her coat and purse, Maisy raced to get out of the vehicle as fast as she could but Keller beat her to it. As he held the door open for her, she was struck again by how devastatingly handsome he was, even when he was seething with anger. God, how she wished he wasnt Sharons brother. Emerging from the limo, Maisy extended her hand and looked up into those incredible eyes for the last time. They reminded her of simmering pools of chocolate now. As he glared down at her, Maisys resolve began to melt. The man was so magnificent. So delicious. So extraordinary. So irrevocably related to the undisputed queen of bitchery. Goodbye, Keller, she said as coolly as she could manage as the heat of unrequited passion raged through her veins. Towering over her, ignoring her proffered hand, Keller nearly bore a hole through her skull with the blistering intensity of his gaze. Hard lines of anger and frustration marred his handsome features. This was all her fault. Shed done this to him. Maybe the next time you think of the name Fitch, youll think of this. Grabbing her roughly, forcefully by her shoulders, Keller yanked Maisy into a kiss, bursting with such force and fire it literally made her knees buckle. Completely taken aback, she dropped her coat and purse on the ground. Kellers kiss was so passionate, so furious, she felt downright scorched. Releasing her just as abruptly as hed grabbed her, Keller was back inside the limo in an instant. A moment later it disappeared into the dense traffic. Stunned beyond measure, Maisy touched her fingers to her swollen lips. She stood in the middle of the parking lot for the next few minutes staring in the direction of the departed limo. The piercing memory of Kellers kiss rocked her world. She was so disconcerted she didnt even realize it had started to rain. Once she finally had her wits about her again, Maisy gathered her coat and purse from the ground and dragged herself into the agency.

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Chapter Nine
You look like hell. Like a drowned rat. Thank you very much. Maisy sneered at Norman as she walked past his office, swiping wet locks of hair from her face. What are you doing back here? I gave you the rest of the day off. Norman rose from his chair and followed Maisy to her desk. She slammed her purse into the bottom drawer of her desk, then opened the drawer and slammed it again, harder. Uh-oh, doesnt look good. What happened, Maisy? Maisy probed the contents of another desk drawer. Ive got to find something first. After tearing through the rest of the drawers she growled in exasperation. Raking her fingers through rain-soaked curls, she walked past the desks of the other travel agents, her eyes in stealthy search-mode. Where the hell is some goddamned chocolate when I need it? she barked. Giving her a quick once-over, Norman crooked his finger. My office. Now. Grumbling, Maisy complied. Once in his office, he motioned for her to sit. Reaching into the middle drawer of his desk, he retrieved a chocolate bar and waved it toward her with a devilish smile. Lookee what I have. Maisys eyes bugged as she leaped from her chair and grabbed for the bar. Chocolate! Even to her own ears she sounded like some wild crack-head, desperate for a fix. Uh-uh-uh. Norman jerked the candy away from Maisys reach. Not until you tell me what provoked you into this savage state of chocolate fixation. You! Maisy wagged an accusatory finger. If you hadnt been so damned determined to play matchmaker none of this would have happened. None of what? Youre not making any sense, Maisy. Knitting his eyebrows in concern, Norman leaned forward. My God, he whispered. Keller didnt hurt you, honey, did he? He most certainly did. Glaring at Norman, Maisy narrowed her eyes. That bastard kissed me! She yanked the chocolate from his grasp, tearing ferociously at the wrapping. Stuffing a third of the bar into her mouth, Maisys eyes drifted closed and she moaned a conciliatory sigh. Ready to sink her teeth into it again, the ear-popping sound of Norman slapping the top of his desk with such force it made his pencil holder rattle stopped her cold.

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A furious scowl across his face, Norman grabbed the phone, punching in numbers. Im calling the cops. I want that low-life, rotten sonuvabitch thrown in the slammer. The nerve of that guy, disgracing your delicate honor by kissing you. He glanced up at Maisy as he held the receiver to his ear, clearly trying to cover his smirk with the mouthpiece. Oh for heavens sake, give me that phone. Snatching the receiver from Normans hand, Maisy returned it to its cradle. You are positively incorrigible. Unable to disguise a smile, she jammed another third of the chocolate bar into her mouth. Approving purrs of satisfaction escaped from her throat as the confection calmed and coated her psyche. There was no better tranquilizer. He kissed you. With a slow, side-to-side shake of his head, Norman said, Maisy Morganfield, arent you ashamed of yourself? All this fuss just because Keller gave you a little kiss. He sank back in his chair. Maisy jammed the last third of the bar into her mouth as her eyes brimmed with tears. The sedative effect of the chocolate wasnt strong enough to blot out the memory of that haunting kiss. Oh Norman, she blurted, her mouth full of chocolate and tears streaming down her cheeks. It wasnt a little kiss. It was an adios kiss. A sayonara kiss. A dont-call-uswell-call-you goodbye forever kiss. Keller dumped you? Why, the mans obviously a nincompoop, a moron, a-a dimwitted ignoramus! Norman closed the door to his office and drew the blinds. Drawing a handful of tissues from the dispenser on his desk, he took a seat in the chair next to Maisy and put his arm around her. Go ahead, tell Uncle Normie all about it. He patted Maisys back as she buried her face into his shoulder and let the waterworks flow. After a couple of minutes Maisy blotted her eyes and blew her nose with the tissues Norman held out to her. He didnt dump me. I-I guess I dumped him. She offered a pained smile and shrugged. Norman lurched back, shooting Maisy a look of incredulity. You dumped that tall, dark, handsome incredible monument to manhood? He hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, mumbling something inaudible. I dont get it. Why? Because after Kellers private chauffeur drove us to his lakefront penthouse and we had a gourmet picnic lunch on the enclosed rooftop terrace with wine from the winery he owns, Keller Whoa. Hold on just a minute. Kellers a walking wet dream and hes rich too? Norman fanned himself. Be still my heart! Oh for heavens sake, Norman, she growled, I practically threw myself at the man. Attacked him like a sex-starved maniac. Well, Norman gave a nonchalant nod, seeing as how you are a sex-starved maniac its perfectly understandable why you jumped his bones.

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Very funny, Norman. Youre making jokes while Im baring my wretched soul to you. I need more chocolate. Its time for talk now, more chocolate later. And Im not joking. How long has it been? Two years? Three? He smiled kindly. Maisy, darling, you really need to get laid. I was doing my best. I was just about to when his spawn-of-Satan sister called him on his cell phone. Yeah, and? Maisy offered Norman an incredulous look. And nothing, of course. We argued and I told Keller never to call me again. When he dropped me off, he Her bottom lip trembling, Maisys face contorted as she struggled to keep from blubbering. He grabbed me and kissed me like Ive never been kissed before in my entire life. Then he just merrily slid back in the limo and rode right out of my life. Forever. The last word came out on a tortured, extended sob as she gestured dramatically. Maisy, Maisy, Maisy. Norman rubbed her back. You poor little darling. Oh Norman, Im so confused. He was so wonderful and we got along great. And now the man thinks Im a drunken sex maniac, a lunatic and a bitch and he hates me. Dont be silly. Why would he hate you? Well Cocking her head, Maisy curled her lip. Maisy? I might have unintentionally said some nasty, spiteful, awful things to him after he got off the phone with Sharon. She gnawed the tip of her finger. It may have come across that I was being just a teensy bit childish. She lifted one shoulder in a shrug. Im sure Keller doesnt hate you. He wiped the smudged mascara from under Maisys eyes. He probably just thinks youre a sex-starved bitchy lunatic. He chuckled then gave her a sideways glance. You got drunk, huh? Maybe just a smidgen. Maisy shrugged. I had a few glasses of cabernet from his winerymostly on an empty stomach. Oh boy. Tell me you didnt get giggly when the man was getting amorous. OkayI wont tell you, Maisy said in a small voice. Normans head lolled on the back of his chair as he groaned a sigh. Okay, no problem. All you have to do is give Keller a call and apologize. Invite him out to lunch or dinner to make up for it. Simple. As Normans remarks fully registered she gasped. Norman, are you insane? I cant call him. Sure you can. Norman dragged the telephone toward him, holding the receiver to his ear. Its easy. Hello, Keller? Its me, Maisy. Im sorry for being such an ass. Lets do dinner tomorrow. See? He thrust the receiver toward Maisy who looked at it like it was

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a two-headed rodent. Look, Ill even punch in the numbers for you. You do want to see him again, dont you? More than anything. She shoved Normans hand and the receiver away. And thats exactly why I cant call him. Ever! Norman hit the heel of his hand against his temple as if to shake things loose. I must be losing my mind because that didnt make a single bit of sense. He folded his arms across his chest, shooting Maisy a challenging gaze. Come again? Maisy hopped out of her chair and paced. Kellers the first man whos made me feel really alive since I hit puberty. She paused in her pacing. The man has magic fingers, Norman, she said just above a whisper. Eyeing her cautiously, Norman nodded. That part I understand. What I dont understand is why you seem to think theres a gargantuan problem. Uttering a piqued growl, Maisy explained, The man is Sharon Fitchs brother, remember? And what? He should be crucified for that? If we were in a relationship, Id be running into that bony bitch sister of his on a regular basis. Every time I saw her Id want to rip her ugly face off, stomp on it and choke the living shit out of her. Maisy grasped the invisible neck before her, wringing her hands around it with unbridled glee. That could possibly be construed as a problem as far as her brother is concerned, dont you think? Norman chuckled. Into every relationship a little rain must fall. Listen, Confucius Darling, do you know how many people go through their whole lives searching in vain for their soul mate? Norman wrapped his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. And here youve had the good fortune to find your soul matebefore you get all saggy, bent and wrinkled. Are you really prepared to throw this golden opportunity for love and happiness away? Maisys shoulders slumped and she hesitated a moment before speaking. The last thing she wanted to think about was a future that could never be. Soul mate? Arent you jumping the gun just a bit? Keller and I only had one date. She shrugged loose from Normans arm and resumed her pacing. You drive me crazy, you know that? Norman shook an accusatory finger. Remember my psychic flashes? I predicted that Keller was the one, didnt I? Maisy slapped her hand against her forehead. Oh puhleeze. Dont tell me youre going to start that crap again. Give it up, will ya, Norman? Circling around to the front of his desk, she scanned the surface. Enough talking. Got any more chocolate? Norman reached in his drawer and pulled out a bright yellow bag of Toll House chocolate chips. Maisy held out her hand, staring as Norman poured the first few semisweet morsels into her palm. Her eyes became all watery again and she sniveled. Then she whimpered.

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Slanting her a puzzled look, Norman stopped pouring. Now whats the matter? Youre looking at the chocolate chips as if they were poison. Chin quivering, a fat tear rolled down Maisys cheek as she looked up at her boss and back at the chips. Ill never be able to look at these again without thinking of Keller Fitchs eyes, she whispered.

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Good boy. Youve done your business outside. Ive got you all set with fresh water, half a bowl of dog chow, your favorite yellow duck squeak toy and a brand new rawhide bone, Maisy told Hershey. Everything you need to keep you happy, occupied and out of my hair for at least the next hour. She patted his head as he settled in the midst of his treats and left the room. Once in her bedroom, she closed the door and tossed the plain, brown-paperwrapped box that had arrived in the mail on the bed. On the way to the bathroom, she stripped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in haphazard fashion. Closing the tubs stopper, she turned on the water, nice and warm, spilling three capfuls of her favorite lavender bubble bath into the churning stream. Then she lit the dozen candles shed placed around the tub and lit a stick of lavender-scented incense. Surveying her handiwork with a slow smile, she returned to her bed and tore open the package. Wild and Wanton Underwater Wonder, she read loud from the package that held her brand new waterproof vibrator. Shed found it online at the same sex toy store where shed purchased her Duo-Head Maximum Power Thruster vibrator, which, unfortunately, wasnt recommended for water submersion. Shed resisted as long as she could, but after that lollapalooza orgasm Keller had treated her to during their picnic lunch, Maisy simply hadnt been able to get enough of a punch from her trusty old Duo-Head. Where that clever device used to rock her whole body and have her quivering like a bowl of jelly in two minutes flat, it just wasnt the same anymore. Not when the memory of Kellers magic fingers kept lurching into her brain. But the neon green Wild and Wanton Underwater Wonder would fix that. It would succeed in obliterating all thoughts of Keller Fitch from her mind. Satisfaction guaranteed, the package stated. The most powerful, jarring vibrator youve ever used, or your money back. The added bonus of using a vibrator in the bathtub made it extra erotic. By the time she was finished fucking herself senseless with this marvelous tool, Keller would be nothing but a distant memory, swirling down the drain along with the used bathwater. Padding back into the bathroom, WWUW in hand, Maisy sucked in an exhilarated breath. God, she was becoming a fiendish orgasm addict. Titillating her clit had become almost as important as soothing her wounded psyche with chocolate.

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She gave a satisfied ahhhh as she slipped into the water and settled beneath the fragrant bubbles. Her new vibrator had lots of different options, some labeled with cautionary advisories to avoid too powerful an orgasm. The thought made her chuckle. It was kind of like those commercials for peppy pecker pills that warned men to seek medical attention if they maintained an erection for more than four hours. Studying the WWUW, Maisy wondered why they chose to make the vibrator in that particular shade of light glowy green. It made her think of aliens. Aliens. Oh yeahshe could have some fun with that. Giving a husky chuckle at the thought, she rested her head against the small bath pillow, turned on her new sex toy, and got busy with the pleasurable task of satisfying herself Maisy Morganfield relaxed in her lavender-scented bath, plucking her pretty pink nipples until they were rigid and she felt the delicious ache, clear to her shiny pink clit. The fingers of one hand snaked down her silky soft flesh until they came into direct contact with her submerged lotus flower. Snaking her finger inside the petals, she tiptoed through the twolips and diddled at the center to her hearts content. Alas, if only she had a big, brawny, colossal-cocked man at her disposal. One with a powerful five-speed stick shift, who could piston into her glove box and send her over the moon with a mind-blowing, teeth-rattling orgasm. It had been far too long since her last, full service lube job Fully expecting to arrive at the annual intergalactic Council of Chicago Kinkiness convention, otherwise known as COCK, the lieutenant found that he had instead been transported down from his spaceship to the bathroom of a lip-lickingly luscious Earth woman with hair of spun gold. One look at the living, breathing goddess told him this was a detour he would not regret. Filled with lusty longing, his large love-lollipop lengthened considerably upon glimpsing the naked, too-beautiful-for-words woman of faultless Rubenesque proportions as she luxuriated in her bath. Her tits floating atop the water reminded him of magnificent warheads and he wanted nothing more than to detonate them with a wicked twist of his teeth. Her face was flawless, and he could tell her little bow mouth would provide scintillating, sweet suckage for his sizeable swizzle stick. The goddesss little pink tongue peeked out, sliding across her lip as she lay in her bath, eyes closed and moaning as she masturbated. Indeed, she was in need of an able male as much as he needed a fuck-ready female. With a single wave of his hand, he removed his invisibility shield and smiled down at the bubble-covered beauty.

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Good evening, my tantalizing temptress. My name is Lieutenant Largo Lovethruster from the planet Dickprobe. May I join you in your bath, you incredibly gorgeous specimen of womanhood? he asked, standing before her with his divining rod fully erect and bobbing in anticipation of their flesh-to-flesh joining. The Earth woman appeared to be more pleased than startled at his sudden appearance. A ravenous look of hunger was evident in her jewel-like, hypnotic, Prussian-blue eyes. I come expertly equipped, he assured her, with a dynamic ding-a-ling guaranteed to satisfy your creamy cock cave. I shall provide you with the most powerful, jarring climax you have ever experienced, or your money back. Maisy took a moment to drink in Largo Lovethrusters family jewels with her eyes before speaking. How could I possibly pass up an offer like that? she said in a breathy voice. Other than being bright neon green from head to toe, and having a set of gills, she thought Largo was a vision of anatomic perfection. Naturally, her love purse drooled in response. The expectation of being filled with heavy alien coin was a most pleasing idea. Sure, big boy, she said in a sultry tone. Id be happy for you to poke me with that great big neon pickle of yours. Come on in, the waters fine. As he got into the bathtub with her, Maisys gaze zeroed in on the latitude and longitude of Lovethrusters love lance. Lordy, Largo was large. Having him light her lamp would be a luscious experience. She lingered on the thought. Thats one mighty fine set of missiles you have mounted on your chest, Maisy, Largo said, just before taking the tip of one in his mouth and nibbling, driving her insane with pleasure. The alien certainly knew how to handle the equipment. Ive been told they make great pool toys, Maisy breathed, clasping her missiles and mashing them harder against Largos lips. Listen, handsome, Im eager to get down to the business of fucking. So how about taking that monstrous gherkin of yours and diddling my little bean, Largo? After that, Ill let you drill my ditch. He diddled her bean with such intensity, Maisys eyeballs crossed and she yelped. That was nothing compared to when his ding-a-ling got to doing the dance. Diving in the dark. Digging and driving, deep, deeper. Damn! Maisys eyes popped open wide and her alien fantasy went poof as her neon green Wild and Wanton Underwater Wonder lived up to its cautionary claims, edging Maisy toward a new precipice. One so jarring and forceful it almost frightened her. If shed been smart, she would have tossed the perilous plastic vibrator out of the tub right then and there. But she held on tight, with one part lodged inside her cunt and the other part fixed firmly at her clit as she tortured herself sweetly.

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The vibrations were so powerful she thought she might take off, shooting out of the tub and crashing through the ceiling, heading for the starsor Largo Lovethrusters planet, Dickprobe. Most disconcerting of all, and the reason Maisy just couldnt bring herself to let go, is that, as her body trembled and shuddered, her senses were overcome with thoughts of Keller. Sexy, sultry images, memories of his taste, his smell, his eyes, his voice as he whispered her name. Her head inadvertently slipping under the water while she cried out Kellers name as she came in great, undulating waves of pain-tinged pleasure, Maisy was certain she was killing herself. But good Godwhat a way to go! Local travel agent Maisy Morganfield was found dead in her bathtub last night. From the shit-eating grin on her face, the cause of death appears to be clitoris electrocution, caused by a malfunctioning waterproof vibrator. News at eleven.

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Chapter Ten
The brusque late February elements filled the travel agency with people eager to escape the harsh winds and bone-chilling cold. Thankful to have something to fill her thoughts so completely, Maisy threw herself into her work. Even Norman was too busy to harp on Maisy about Keller, thank God. Whew. Maisy wiped her brow as she collapsed against the back of her chair and spun around. That makes eight all-inclusive Jamaica packages, four Grand Cayman packages, half a dozen Puerto Vallarta packages and a handful of Caribbean cruises just since nine oclock this morning. Carol and Yolanda and I have been booking like crazy too, Norman said. As soon as the temperatures dropped, I knew those phones would be ringing off the hook. Rubbing his hands together briskly, Norman looked like a kid on his birthday. God, I love the travel business. Bring on the blustery cold weather, I always say. He reveled in a wicked laugh. I never knew anybody who loved their work as much as you do, Norman, Maisy laughed. Peeking at her computer screen, Norman drew in a deep breath, expelling it with a satisfied ahhhh. I get goose bumps looking at all those pretty little dollar signs. Glancing at the wall clock, he grabbed Maisys coat and tossed it at her. Here, put this on and go warm up my car. He tossed his keys on her desk. Its almost one-thirty and we havent even had time to stop for lunch. Lets grab a bite somewhere. Sounds great, Im famished. Maisy scrambled to her feet. Do we have enough staff to cover? Yeah, Im letting Yolanda go early because she and Felix Garcia have another hot date tonight. Norman beamed a satisfied grinned. God, I love it when my psychic flashes are right. Anyway, Tracy and Bob will be here in a few minutes for the next shift, so were covered. Ill be out in a couple of minutes, Maisy. I just have a quick call to make. The car was just getting warm inside as Norman scooted behind the wheel. You know, this icy weather always makes me homesick for my Grandma Gerts hearty German cooking, he said, pulling out of the parking spot. I heard about a German restaurant in Naperville called Bavaria Haus. Supposed to be very good. Real authentic. Want to give it a try? Sure, Im game. Shivering, Maisy tugged at her coat so it overlapped in front of her. I need something hearty to warm my innards.

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Once we drink a couple steins of good German beer, believe me, you wont be thinking anymore about the cold, Norman assured her. Beer? Maisy stuck out her tongue and shuddered. Hate it. Never drink the stuff. Rich, nutty, amber brew with a creamy head on top. Ahhhh Norman said with a fond smile. My favorites Winterfest Marzen from Munich. I guarantee youll love it. Its not like that pale, namby-pamby American stuff they try to pass off as beer. This has real gusto with a rich, full-bodied maltiness, a lightly hoppy background and bittersweet, but clean-tasting palate. Maisy couldnt help chuckling. Norman talked about beer with the same knowledge and reverence that she did chocolate. Sounds verygusto-y. Speaking as your mentor, appreciating a good brew is the next lesson in your quest to become more cosmopolitan. Cringing, Maisy recalled the fool shed made of herself in front of Keller with her dopey wet wine remark. She slanted Norman an uncertain look. Well, since Im sadly in need of all the mentoring I can get, I suppose I should broaden my cosmopolitan horizons to include, she shuddered, beer. Good girl. Now youre talking. The trick is to take it easy. Once you get used to it, beer goes down real smooth and before you know it, bam, youre plotched and accompanying the oompah band as they play Roll out the Barrel. Hoisting an invisible beer stein, Norman kept time with the polka music he hummed. By the time they reached Bavaria Haus it was after two. Given the in-between hour, there were few people in the restaurant. The cute little place was a gem. The dcor was storybook German and the staff wore old-world costumes. Male servers were garbed in fanciful lederhosen, knee socks and little hats sporting a stubby feather, while female servers wore peasant-style dresses with aprons and long blonde braids. Maisy immediately liked owners Rudy and Marta Haggenmacher, a brother-andsister team who had moved to the U.S. from Germany recently. With their pale blond hair, light blue eyes and rosy cheeks, they were a robust, attractive pair who looked as if they could have stepped off an inviting Come Visit Germany travel brochure. Friendly and jovial salt-of-the-earth types, they treated Norman and Maisy like old friends, plying them with free steins of beer and slabs of flaky apple strudel. Maisy figured she must have gained a good fifty pounds over lunch. Once the other customers left, Rudy and Marta pulled up a couple of chairs and joined them. During the course of conversation, they told them they had four other siblings, each sharing in the ownership of Bavaria Haus, even though two of them still lived in Germany. Maisy wondered if the other four had the same picture-postcard good looks as Rudy and Marta. There were definitely some fine genes running through that family. The brother and sister were single, which had Maisys increasingly naughty thoughts stirring. She couldnt help wondering what it might be like to have a big,
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blond barbarian type like Rudy carry her off and have his way with her. The man was a giant, gorgeous block of nonstop muscle, oozing with sex appeal and broken-English charm. Norman practiced his fractured German and the owners practiced their fractured English. They even broke into song several times, treating Maisy to one of the most enjoyable, laugh-filled afternoons shed had in ages. What a terrific lunch, Maisy said as they left the restaurant. Good food and sensational company. Believe it or not, I even liked the beer. I had a great time, Norman. It was fun. Werent the owners adorable? Did you get a load of the muscles on Rudy? Norman jiggled his eyebrows. Holy shit. Id have to be blind not to. The man is definitely eye candy, Maisy agreed. A real hottie. My thoughts exactly. He wants to get together with me next week over a couple of beers, Norman said, elbowing her. Maisy caught the lusty look in his eyes and smiled. Rudys gay? I never would have guessed. And here I thought he was giving me the eye. Shows you how perceptive I am. She laughed. I could tell he definitely likes youas a friendbut the big guy has the hots for me, Norman informed her with a devilish grin. I guess its like you said, Maisy, those Europeans like their partners zaftig. He clapped his hips. Aside from being gorgeous, he seems really nice, Norman. Fun-loving and genuine. I can really picture you guys togeth Maisy stopped short. Eh, what I meant to say Norman gave her a hearty slap on the back and laughed. I know what you meant. They walked with their arms wrapped around each others backs toward the restaurants parking lot. Norman stuck out his belly and puffed his cheeks. Boy, am I stuffed. How about you? Stuffed? Are you kidding? Jeez Norman, its going to take me at least a month to work off all that food. And, yikes, what about all that beer? She clapped her hands over her belly, jiggling it Santa Claus style. Not only am I stuffed, I think Im borderline sloshed too. She giggled. Wagging his finger, Norman chastised, I warned you to take it easy on the beer. That good German stuff is almost as smooth and creamy as a milkshake and it creeps up on you real fast, kid. Especially if youre an inexperienced drinker. Yeah, yeah, okay, Dad. Maisy waved a dismissive hand. Good grief, if this is the way they eat and drink every day in Germany its a miracle everybody there doesnt weigh four hundred pounds and walk around in a perpetual state of insobriety.

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We deserve a good, brawny, ethnic meal like that every so often, instead of always worrying about our diets. Norman took in a long deep breath through his nostrils and breathed it out in a loud, satisfied ahhhh. Once they reached the parking lot, he was about to unlock his car as he turned back to Maisy with a thoughtful expression. You know, I feel like walking for a while, how about you? At this point, Maisy groaned, I think thats my only alternative. If I tried to sit down in that car now, Id probably get wedged in the seat. Plus, I think I need to walk off the effects of all that beer. My head feels a bit woozy. Remember one of your first lessons, Maisy? Cosmopolitan people avoid getting soused at all costs. Norman, I am not soused. Her vexed expression morphed into a grin. Maybe just a little bombed. And its only the second time in all my life. The first time turned out to be a downright disaster but she certainly didnt want to think about that fiasco with Keller Fitch now. Taking in a deep, cleansing breath, she looped her arm through Normans. Enough lecturing. Lets get walking. After visiting a few shops, Norman turned a corner, heading away from the main street. Maybe we should head back, Maisy suggested. Im starting to get chilly again. UhI thought wed take the long way back to the car, Norman said. Remember, we want to stay fit. He briskly jogged in place. If were going to eat big weve got to pay the price, right? Maisy nodded. Already out of breath, he ceased his jogging. Youre right, Norman. Lets go. Looks like there are more shops just down the street, he noted. After walking half a block, Norman stopped in front of a restored Victorian mansion. Standing arms akimbo, he looked up at it, beaming a wide grin. Well, Ill be darned. Look what we have here, Maisy. Turning absently to the beautiful structure, Maisy read the sign. Her jaw dropped. Kellers Cellars! She nailed her boss with an accusatory glare. Norman Stanley, you planned this whole thing. Feigning wide-eyed innocence, Norman clapped his hand to his chest, gasping in disbelief. Me? Why, Maisy, this is sheer coincidence. A random twist of fate. A fluke. You know I would never do something like that. I swear I wouldnt. Yeah right. She narrowed her eyes. You hurt me, Maisy. Norman stabbed an imaginary knife into his heart. You really hurt me, you know that? He gave her his best hangdog expression and turned away. Id sure as hell like to. Balancing her weight on one hip, Maisy bobbed her head rapidly. Dont give me that poor me song and dance of yours, Norman. I dont buy it

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for a minute. Remember, I know you better. Im going back to the car. Maisy swirled around and Norman grabbed hold of her coat sleeve. Arent you even a little bit curious? He held his thumb and forefinger together. Norman, I am not going in there. Do you hear me? She yanked her sleeve from his grasp. No way, no how. No, nein, nix. Got it? She started walking. Norman grabbed her sleeve again, yanking her back. But hes not even in there, Maisy. Kellers away on a business trip. Maisy slowly crossed her arms over her chest. And just how would you happen to know anything about Kellers whereabouts, hmm? She peered at him through narrowed slits. Seeing as how you swore to me you didnt purposely plan this accidental stop at Kellers winery. Shrugging, Norman smiled sheepishly. Okay, so shoot me. Dont be so cavalier, buster. If I had a gun, you can bet Id be using it right now. Maisy punctuated her sentence by jabbing a finger in Normans gut and pulling the imaginary trigger. Ow. Wincing, he fell into his nervous staccato laughter. So I made a little call to see if Keller would be here today, thats all. Whats wrong with that? Gee, what say we go for a little walk after lunch? Maisy said, mimicking Normans voice. Norman pouted and Maisy mumbled an expletive under her breath. Uh-uh-uh, Maisy, cosmopolitan people never resort to that base sort of language, he tsked. Maisy slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead. Youre standing there making droll remarks while Im struggling to keep from committing homicide What the hells the matter with you, Norman? I cant help it. Looking like a little lost puppy, he added, Im pixilated. Caught off guard by Normans ridiculous remark, a smile teased at Maisys lips. Determined not to let him get off so easily, she spun on her heel and started to walk away again, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Damn him, he always knew how to make her laugh. Well, this was one argument he wouldnt win. Close on Maisys heels, Norman pleaded, Aw, come on, Maisy, I know youre anxious to see the winery. This is the perfect time. You cant tell me youre not dying to get a glimpse. She hesitated for an instant and Norman went in for the kill. Draping his arm around her shoulder and resting his forehead on hers, he spoke in a soft, soothing voice. What can one little peek hurt, huh, Maisy? Well just zip around real fast. And then well leave. Just tip-toe right out. He did a finger-walk through the air. Trust me, Keller will never even know you were here.

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Maisy nibbled her bottom lip. Youre absolutely positive hes out of town? I mean, that wasnt another one of your elasticizing the truth things, was it? Because if we go in there and I find out you were lying, Norman Flinching at Maisys ominous expression, Norman solemnly crossed his heart. This time, I promise. Im telling the truth. I swear, Maisy. On my Grandma Gerts life. Shifting her weight to one hip, Maisy heaved a tuneful sigh. Your Grandma Gerts been dead for years, Norman. Gushing nervous, staccato laughter, Norman said, Of course she has. I just forgot for a minute, thats all. What I meant to say was, I swear on my Grandma Gerts grave. He crossed his heart again, clearly doing his best to look like a choirboy. Speaking in low, conspiratorial tones, he leaned close. Just before we left the office, I called and talked to a woman who said Keller was out of town until tomorrow. Raising his eyebrows, he nodded, as if that sealed the deal. Maisy threw her hands into the air. Lord knows why I should believe youbut I do. She clenched Normans sleeve and yanked him close. Just five minutes, though, thats all. Deal? Deal. Norman beamed a satisfied look, expelling the breath hed been holding while Maisy made up her mind. Entering the retail area of Kellers Cellars was like taking a step back in time. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Norman knew hed made the right decision in bringing Maisy here. She and Keller were meant to be together. No doubt about it. And hed made it his personal mission to see that it happened. It was his sacred duty. After all, thats what best friends and mentors were for. He and Maisy whispered to each other, awed by the finite detail that had gone into the renovation and dcor of the shop. In the vestibule was a little marble-topped table that held a large thermal carafe of warm, spiced red wine and small, disposable tasting cups. Norman poured a sample for each of them. After sipping, they marveled at how flavorful and delicious the spiced brew was. To the left was a large shop area with gift packages and baskets of all shapes and sizes, along with plenty of paraphernalia for the wine lover. Shelves were stocked with locally made flavored oils, mustards, preserves and a select assortment of gourmet edibles. The large room to the right was set up as a tasting room. The mahogany-paneled walls were lined with racks of wine, available for purchase. Rich, dark wood was everywhere, from the lustrous floors and baseboards, to the crown molding and ornate ceiling trim. The entryway to each room boasted an ornately scrolled and carved mahogany arch. Everything about Kellers Cellars exuded class, style and good taste. My God, Norman, I had no idea it would be so beautiful. This place is just exquisite.

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Didnt I tell you the man has good taste? Its like I told you before, Maisy, Keller is definitely the man for you. I feel it in my Stop right there, Maisy warned. Do not start in on me again with that nonsense. She grabbed Normans sleeve, digging in deep enough to pinch a fold of skin and give it a good twist. Jesus, Maisy. Norman rubbed his arm. A couple of German beers and you turn into a Nazi. Come on, lets taste some wines. Look, its only three dollars to sample six of their wines. What a deal! Maisy tugged at the back of Normans coat before he could walk into the tasting room. First of all, she whispered, our deal was only five minutes. Weve already been here longer than that. Second, how do you expect me to drink six wine samples after I had all that beer and not fall flat on my face? For chrissakes, Norman, are you purposely trying to get me drunk? Of course not. Dont be ridiculous. While Norman certainly didnt want to get her drunk, he figured getting Maisy mildly mellow on the beer and wine might work to his advantage. If he could just get her relaxed, loosened up and pliable enough, hed have a far better chance to talk to her about her future with Keller. The girl obviously needed his informed guidance in that area because, Lord knows, shed certainly made a mess of things on her own. Norman gestured around them. Look, Maisy, its their dead time. Theres not a soul here to see you. Only the saleswoman behind the counter. Kellers gone anyway, so why dont you just relax and sample a few of the wines. Just take a sip or two of each. It wont take us long at all. After all, weve driven all this way and Oh all right already, you can stop all your coaxing and cajoling. Maisy chuckled. I guess theres no harm in having a quick, teensy taste. Good! The back slap Norman gave Maisy was so exuberant, it nearly sent her flying across the tasting room. It would be perfect. Shed have a little wine, look longingly at her surroundings, sigh a bit and start pining for Keller. Then, on the drive home, as he had her captive in the car, Norman would convince her, once and for all, that the two lovebirds were destined to be together, Sharon or no Sharon. Piece of cake. Good afternoon, folks, Im Agatha. Is there anything I can help you with? The sixty-ish, salt-and-pepper-haired woman sported a friendly, welcoming smile. Yes. Norman gave an enthusiastic nod. Wed like to sample some wines. Does it take long? Maisy asked nervously. Well, thats up to you. Agatha chuckled. Its three dollars for six samples of wine and you can take as much or as little time as you like. We have a selection of traditional, earthy reds, including cabernets, merlots and pinot noirs, or a sampler of our sweeter wines. The sweet ones, Maisy said without hesitation. Id like to do this as quickly as possible, please. I have to get back to work soon.

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Agatha nodded. Of course. No you dont, Norman said. He oophed as Maisy elbowed him in the gut. Pay the lady, Norman. He fished the bills from his wallet and passed them to Agatha. These are the selections were offering today, she said, pouring samples of deep, dark wine for Maisy and Norman. This first is our marionberry wine, made from Oregon berries. Its a silver-medal winner. The flavor is similar to blackberries and not as tart as raspberries. If you take in a deep sniff, you can smell the lush ripe fruit. Wonderful, isnt it? Oh, this is good, Maisy and Norman chorused. Agatha poured the other five samples, setting them on the counter in front of them. Pointing as she spoke, Agatha explained, This is strawberry. Door County cherry. Our award-winning apple-pear. Our Winterfest Riesling. And finally, theres apricot, a gold-medal winner. If you look at the paper placemat under the samples, each wine is described in detail. She placed a basket of crackers and a platter of cheese cubes in front of them. These will help to cleanse the palate between tastes. Just help yourselves and enjoy. If theres anything you need, or if you have any questions, Ill just be in the next room. With that, Agatha scooted around the corner. Boy that lady certainly gave us our six bucks worth, Norman said. Look at the size of these samples. Tasting the pale golden Riesling, he murmured his satisfaction. Ah, this you have to taste. I know that boy has got to have some German in him somewhere to make a Riesling this good. Mmmm, its delicious, Maisy agreed, pouring the entire sample down her throat in two gulps. Theyre all really delicious, especially the apricot, thats my favorite. Come on, Norman, drink faster. Weve been here long enough. Whoa, slow down, Maisy. Norman savored a cube of Muenster cheese. Fine wine, good cheese, atmospheric surroundingshe was in no hurry to leave. Thats not how youre supposed to drink wine. Youre supposed to savor it. Sip it slowly. If you guzzle, itll hit you hard, just like that. He snapped his fingers. Especially on top of all that beer you just had. He wagged a finger at Maisy. Nag, nag, nag. What are you, my father or my boss? Maisy laughed. Besides, most of it was just fruit wine, Norman. Its not strong at all. I can hardly even taste any alcohol in it. She gulped back another sample. Oh, listen to Miss Urbane here. Of course it doesnt taste strong, its not supposed to, you ninny. Thats why it can creep up on you so fast. Norman licked his lips after sipping the Door County cherry sample. Noticing that Maisy was getting mellower with each sip, he indulged in a rascally smile. It was time. Time to sneak the topic of Keller Fitch into the conversation.

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Obviously, Keller is an even more amazing man than I gave him credit for, Norman said. Hes a master at his craft. You know, you could do much worse than Kell Okay, that does it. Were outta here. Ignoring Normans warning, Maisy quickly downed the last of her samples. Come on, lets go. She grasped Normans arm and yanked. Damn. Hed obviously moved too fast. He had to take things slower, wait until she was more calm and relaxed before he broached the subject again. Hey, I still have three samples left, he told her. Im not going anywhere until all of my wine is finished. Ooh Norman Stanley, you are so exasperating. I knew youd do something like this once you got me in here. Maisys incensed glare made him flinch. Whats next on your agenda, finding something to keep me here overnight? Pushing him aside, Maisy methodically wolfed down the rest of Normans samples as he watched, aghast. There. All of your wine is finished. Now we can go, because youre clean out of excuses. Turning on her heel, with Norman in tow, Maisy marched toward the door, stopping a few feet from it. Oooohgee She placed her hand to her head and teetered. I feel kind of funny. Norman, did it get really hot in here all of a sudden or is it just me? Norman indulged in an exasperated sigh. He didnt want her this relaxed. Its you, you little idiot. I tried to tell you this would happen. But would you listen? No. He clutched Maisys arm to help steady her, hoping that once he got her outside in the cold air shed sober up fast. Agatha turned the corner and smiled. Come again soon. One glance at Maisy had her eyebrows knitting. Oh dear, the young lady doesnt look well at all. Are you all right, dear? Crossing the room, she took Maisy by the elbow. II Maisy continued to waver, clearly trying to get her wits about her. Im not sure. Her words were followed by a meager giggle as one knee buckled beneath her. I think I had just a smidgen too much fruit. Norman and Agatha supported Maisy to keep her from falling. Shes all right, Norman said. She just drank too much wine too fast. If its all right with you, I think she just needs to rest here for a little while. Certainly. Agatha motioned toward the nearby staircase. Shes less likely to fall if we prop her there than if we put her in a chair. Good idea, thanks, Norman said. Maisy, honey, Im afraid youre inebriated. Come on, you need to sit down for a few minutes. He and Agatha guided Maisy to the stairs leading to the second floor, perching her on a step where she could lean against the wall. Is that better, dear? Agatha asked.

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Maisy answered by slapping her hand against the stair she sat on. Booful stairs. Jus booful. She belted out a string of giggles. Uh-oh. Agatha winked at Norman. Shes a giggler. Is she ever. Norman rolled his eyes. Shes not an experienced drinker. Goes right to her head. She figured because it was fruit wine it didnt have much alcohol and she drank it too fast. I understand. It happens frequently. Agatha smiled, shaking her head sympathetically. Ill get a fresh, hot pot of coffee brewing. Ill be back with some in a few minutes. Oh youre a doll, Norman said. Thanks. Turning to Maisy, he looked at her wilted posture and tsked. Youre not going to be sick, are you, Maisy? She just shrugged and offered a giggle in response. Norman gently smoothed the blonde strands from her eyes. The poor kid had come so far from when he first met her. Tethered to that chauvinistic lout, Maisy was sweet, kind, accommodating and a real people-pleaser. She was also a fashion disaster and meek and mousy as hell. But Norman saw there was more beyond the tense, timid, insecure woman whod decided to become a travel agent. Once hed glimpsed the bright spirit inside, struggling to break free, hed made it his personal mission to help Maisy Morganfield blossomto reach her full potential. Eager to spread her wings and fly, under Normans tutelage she quickly bloomed into an amazing, confident, radiant woman. A woman who, unfortunately, hadnt yet learned how to pace herself or hold her liquor. You look a little green around the gills, honey, he told her. Uh-oh. Maisy hiccupped. I think Im soused, Norman. Yeah, big time, Im afraid Here, you better put your head between your knees, just in case, until Agatha gets back with that coffee. Readily obliging, Maisy slumped like a rag doll into position, her arms dangling. Norman couldnt help chuckling at the sight. Sure, hed been trying to get her more relaxed and carefree, to let go of her inhibitions, but this was far looser than he had in mind. Noooormaaaan? Maisy called out from between her legs in a singsong voice. Yes, sweetie, Im right here. Bent over and doing his best not to laugh out loud at poor Maisy, he patted her back gently. Wheres the oompah band? The what, darling? The oompah band, Maisy repeated, her head still between her knees. I feel like singing some polka songs.

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Oh boy Not here, honey. Wait til we get back to the car and I promise you can sing on the whole ride back. The bell on the front door jangled and, still bent over, Norman turned to see an attractive, slender young redhead enter the establishment. The redhead looked curiously at Norman and the woman on the steps with her head between her knees, before walking across the floor and heading to the back room, where Agatha had gone. Norman thought for a moment. That face. He knew that face. With the horror of wide-eyed recognition, he snapped bolt upright. Oh dear God no. Tell me this isnt happening, he muttered under his breath. Glancing down at Maisy, he cringed. Maisy, honey, come on, get up. Weve got to get out of here. Now He tugged, but Maisy felt like dead weight. Shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Norman sent a beseeching look skyward. God, he pleaded, dont you do this to me. Roll out the barrel. Boom! Maisy sang out exuberantly. Shhh, shhh, shhh, Norman said, wincing as he lifted Maisys head and covered her mouth with his hand. Maisy, come on. Youve got to cooperate so I can get you out of here before Sharon gets back in here and recognizes you. Maisy frowned. I dont like Sharon. Yes, I know. Thats why I need to get you out of here. He tugged, but it was like pulling greased jelly. So we can go someplace where we can sing? Maisy asked. Norman rolled his eyes, brushing his forehead with his sleeve to mop the nervous perspiration gathering there. Yes, yes, exactly. So we can sing. Good. Because I like to sing, Maisy said through a thoroughly smashed smirk. Well have a barrel of fun. Boom, boom, boom! Swinging her fist in the air to keep time with her music, Maisy dropped her head back between her knees. Before Norman could escape with Maisy, Agatha returned with a hefty mug of black coffee in hand and the redhead a few steps behind. I heard what happened, the redhead said to Norman. Is your friend okay? Sure, Norman answered Sharon Fitch Morganfield, Maisys sworn arch enemy. He bit the inside of his cheek, struggling not to erupt in nervous giggles. Shes just a little, uh Oompah, oompah, oompah-pah! Maisy sang out, still swinging her fist. Plastered? Sharon offered with a knowing grin. Is that the word youre looking for? Norman nodded and they both laughed. He thanked his lucky stars that she hadnt recognized him. He decided Sharon didnt really seem so bad. In fact, she seemed reasonableperhaps even good-natured. A sense of assurance took hold. Yes, this

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might just work after all. Maybe he could actually get Maisy out of there without Sharon ever realizing. If he could just keep her head covered Poor thing. Agatha chuckled. Something tells me shes not going to feel much like singing when she wakes up with a whopping hangover tomorrow morning. Here, lets get her to drink some of this coffee. Itll help to sober her up. Agatha sat on the step below Maisy, placing her hand on Maisys head. Come on, dear, sit up and have some coffee. Youll feel better. No! Norman blurted, making Agatha jump, nearly spilling the mug of hot coffee. I, uh, I just remembered that MaisI mean, Mabel Smiling broadly, Norman patted Maisys head. Mabel here has a severe allergic reaction to caffeine. Slowly raising her head, Maisy sang out. Everybody sing! Roll out the barrel Norman quickly pushed her head back between her knees, causing both Agatha and Sharon to eye him dubiously. Through nervous blips of laughter, Norman explained, She needs to keep her head down or shell throw up all over. Trust me, I know. Seen it happen dozens of times. Nasty. He shuddered. Projectile vomiting. Maisy struggled to bob up again and Norman pressed down harder, resting his elbow on the back of Maisys head and grinning all the while. Really, he said, giggling, trust me. He bobbed his head as the two women stared at him curiously. Just then, the door opened, and Norman Stanleys worst nightmare became a reality. Hi, Mom, Keller said as he dropped his bags and scooped Agatha into a hug. The meeting ran shorter than I expected, so Im back a day early. Hey, Sharon, he addressed the attractive redhead. Thanks again for picking me up at the airport on such short notice. I gave Williams the day off, he explained to Agatha. Perfect. The boyfriendthe boyfriends sisterand the boyfriends mother, Norman mumbled, shaking his head slowly from side to side. Well never make it out alive, kid, he whispered to Maisy, still keeping her head down with his elbow. Oompah-pah, she replied. As Sharon shot Norman a narrow-eyed, inquisitive look, Norman cringed. Lord, he murmured, you may as well go ahead and take me now, cause Maisys going to eviscerate me for this.

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Chapter Eleven
Keller cocked his head at the sound of the familiar voice. Norman? Im afraid so, Norman admitted. Hey, Keller smiled, I didnt expect to see you here. Whats going on? He nodded in the direction of the woman on the steps. Somebody sick? Offering a meager smile, Norman draped his overcoat across the womans head, resting his elbow on top while supporting his head in his hand. Ehsomething like that. At the sound of girly giggling Keller walked closer to the staircase, lifting Normans coat and bending down to gaze at the woman with her head between her knees. Maisy? he said incredulously, as he watched her golden locks bouncing in time with a string of giggles. Hed know that head of disheveled blonde and that distinct giggle anywhere. Maisy? Maisy! Sharon shrieked, balling her hands and firmly planting them against her hips. Turning her wrath on Norman, she transmitted a narrow-eyed glare. Mabel, huh? Maisy? Agatha asked Sharon. Johns bitch of an ex-wife, Sharon spat. Oh dear, Agatha said. Oh God, Norman muttered, removing his elbow from the back of Maisys head and burying his face in his hands. Please tell me this isnt happening. Popping her head up, Maisy held her outstretched palm high in the air, moving it in a wide, exaggerated half-circle. Hello, Keller, she said exuberantly. Focusing on Sharon with a pouty scowl, she folded her arms across her chest and tucked in her chin. Hello, Sharon, she said an octave lower, with all the distaste she could evidently muster in her wobbly condition. Expelling a pained groan, Norman just shook his head and mumbled to himself. Keller, you know this woman? Sharon demanded. Glancing at the obviously inebriated Maisy, Keller sucked in a deep breath. Then he turned to Norman, who just threw his hands into the air with a defeated shrug. Answer me, Keller. Sharons grating voice was insistent. Huffing a resigned laugh, Keller replied, Yes, Sharon. I know Maisy. His sisters jaw dropped, rendering her momentarily speechless. Keller was always thankful for those rare, precious times. Returning his attention to Maisy as she veered back and forth on the step, he broke into full laughter.
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Maisy Morganfield, I do believe youre plastered. Again. Maybe jes a lil teensy bit, Maisy slurred, holding her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. Hey, I know. She grinned, patting the step she sat on. Why dont we all sit down here together and sing polka songs? Jesus H. Christ. Sharon threw her hands into the air, letting them fall, slapping at her sides. I dont fucking believe this. Sharon! Agatha reprimanded. Language. Sharon just rolled her eyes. While the awkward situation was unsettling, Keller also found it highly amusing. Maisy, maybe this isnt the best time to Roll out the barrel, well have a barrel of Norman clapped his hand over Maisys mouth as she belted out her refrain. Ixnay, Aisymay, he said out of the corner of his mouth. Maisy peeled Normans hand from her face. I like your fruit wine, Keller. Tastes just like liquid jam. She smacked her lips. Lots better than that crappy cabernet you gave me. Yeeeeuuuuk! Pinching her nose, Maisy stuck out her tongue and shuddered for added emphasis. Spoken like a true wine aficionado. Keller chuckled. A true sophisticate. Norman nodded. And your store is real nice. Clearly on a roll, Maisy continued. Really, really, really nice. But you oughtta do something about that furnace cause, boy, is it ever hot in here! With that, Maisy abruptly stood up on the stair, fanning her hand in front of her face. In a few seconds her eyes grew wide and she went chalk-white. As her knees buckled, Keller grabbed her in his arms, catching her before she collapsed. Maisy, Keller whispered as he looked down at the beautiful, unconscious woman resting limply in his arms. What are you looking so worried about? Sharon snapped. Havent you ever seen a drunk pass out before? Keller shot his sister a warning glare. Tapping her foot rapidly against the wood floor, she crossed her arms over her chest. How about telling me just what the fuck is going on here, Keller? How do you and that bitch know each other? Agatha clasped her daughters arm. Im warning you, young lady, watch your language. For heavens sake, Sharon, nows not the time for an inquisition. But Mother Sharon protested, waving an urgent finger in Maisys direction. But nothing, Agatha admonished sternly. Keller, why dont you bring the poor girl upstairs to your apartment where she can get some rest? Dampen a wash cloth with cold water and dab it around her face until she comes around, dear. Poor girl, my ass, Sharon mumbled and then held her hands up in surrender as Agatha shot her daughter a threatening look. Okay, Mom, Keller said. Of all the damn times for his cock to make itself known, this had to be about the worst. But that didnt keep it from happening as he held
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Maisys lush, warm body close. He just prayed her coat hung low enough to cover his burgeoning erection. He gazed down at her face again. So sweet. So angelic. So utterly intoxicated. She smelled like sweet fruit wine, and he wanted to lick the taste from her lavish lips. Suck her tongue into his mouth. Strip her naked and find out how she tasted everywhere else Keller groaned. How the hell he could get so turned on holding a drunken, passed out woman in his arms, while his mother, sister and the womans boss were just a few feet away, was beyond him. Clearly, lust and desire knew nothing of logic or timing. Agatha turned to Norman and touched his shoulder. Why dont you and I fix Maisy a nice, fresh mug of coffee and a little something bland to eat? I think itll make her feel better. Sure. Norman mopped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his coat. Offering a warm smile, Agatha looped her arm through his. I think you could use a little something to make yourself feel better too. She winked and Norman nodded thankfully as they strode out of the room. Sharon, Agatha called as she rounded the corner, you stay down here and mind the store until I return. Already halfway up the stairs behind Keller and Maisy, Sharon stamped her foot, grumbling a curse before coming back down and taking her position behind the tasting counter. Once upstairs in his apartment, Keller gingerly deposited Maisy across his bed, stripping her winter coat off and willing himself not to go any further. He ran a clean washcloth under cold water in the bathroom, wringing it out before gently dabbing at Maisys forehead. He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Hey, sweetheart. Open your eyelids so I can see those big, gorgeous, Prussian blue eyes of yours. He continued to blot the cool cloth around her face, smiling as she began to come around. Feeling better? he asked as Maisys eyelashes fluttered. Eyes fully open, she took a moment to focus. Beaming a joyful smile, she threw her arms around Kellers neck. Mmmmnice dream, she murmured, licking her lips. I always have the nicest dreams about you. The involuntary gesture sent an aching jolt to Kellers libido. Uh-uh. Chuckling, he smoothed a few errant locks of hair from Maisys face. This is no dream, sweetheart. This is real life. He traced Maisys features with his fingertips, groaning as his cock stiffened even more. Maisy closed her eyes, sighed and smiled dreamily. I dont think so. The only time I see you anymore, Keller, is in my dreams or fantasies. Aw, honey

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She let out a breathy little sigh and opened her eyes. Frowning, she tugged at his tie. Except you dont wear a suit and tie in my dreams. Were both naked. Sometimes youre a green alien named Largo. Is that so? Yup. And were making love. For hours and hours and hours A breathy little sigh escaped her lips an instant before she spouted forth with a giggle. Oh Maisy If her words hadnt gotten to him, their huskiness would have. Keller shifted positions to accommodate his throbbing hard-on. Vivid images of the two of them happily fucking raced across his mind. Youre driving me crazy. He traced his fingers along the collar and shoulder of her soft, silk blouse. When he found his thumb trailing toward the inviting swell of her breast, Keller swore under his breath, fighting to restrain himself. Ive missed you so much, Maisy, he whispered, his hands ghosting over the curves of her breasts. God, how he wanted to paint her nipples with his cum. She clutched his hand, bringing it down to connect, molding it to her shape. The nipple beneath his palm pebbled immediately. Kiss me, Keller. Just like you did the last time, she said dreamily, dragging the fingers of one hand over his chest and clutching his shirt just over his heart. Her eyes fluttered closed on a soft moan. Except dont get all angry and leave me this time. The pained little catch in her voice was like a fist to his gut. Stay with me, Keller. Please. Make love to me. She gazed up at him, her tongue peeking out and sliding slowly across her lips. If ever there was an irresistible erotic come-on, this was definitely it. Goddamn, he wasnt a saint. Succumbing to primal urges, Keller grabbed her so hard she gasped. Crushing her breasts against his chest, he captured her mouth, plundering the sweet depths with his tongue. She tasted of fruit and wine and pure, unadulterated Maisy. Ohhhhh she breathed in such a way that had Keller going nearly insane with lust. The sound tightened the skin of his cock until it stung. I have to feel you, Keller. Deep insidehere She reached down and touched herself. He gazed at her fingers stroking the cloth of her skirt, lingering, skating left and right over her mound. Please Her voice was a soulful entreaty. Somehow she found the strength to yank him down hard on top of her, wrapping her legs around him and arching her hips as she kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Maisy wedged a hand between them, cupping his erection. His damn, demanding cock was ready to detonate on the spot. Biting back a low growl, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants as she squirmed beneath him. Watching her touch herself was the last straw. This time he remembered the condom. Untangling himself from Maisy long enough to retrieve one
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from his nightstand drawer, he tore the packet open with his teeth and sheathed himself. He hiked her skirt up and all but ripped off her panties, like a man possessed. Im so hot, Keller. So wetI need you Oh baby, Ive been waiting to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you. Eyeing her glistening pussy, Keller positioned himself for entry, guiding her hips with shaking hands. He paused and smiled. I cant resistIve got to taste you first. Head lowered, he spread her labia and breathed in her musky fragrance, her scent inundating his senses. The sweet smell of sex, he said hoarsely, just before licking her dewy pink cunt in a long, purposeful lap. Maisy gasped and trembled. A cry tore from her throat as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. My God, Keller. What are you doing? And whatever it is, please do it again. Im eating you. He swirled the tip of his tongue at her clit, savoring the wet, hard berry. Sampling your delicious private stock. Delving deep inside, he fucked her intimate flesh with his tongue. I cant stand it. Keller. I want you so much its making me tremble. He looked up at her, the desire in her gaze making his gut clench in raw pleasure as she clawed at him like a bold, glorious wild animal. Keller got back in position fast, anticipating the satisfying flush of wet heat gloving him as he sank into her silky depths, experiencing nirvana as his cock grazed her womb. His erection nudged her pussy and she spread her legs wide. Oh Maisy She locked her ankles behind his ass, the silky softness of her thighs clasping his hips. And then she gushed a boozy little hiccup. Shit. And then she giggled. Double shit. He waited a moment, hoping he hadnt heard right. Giggle, hiccup, giggle. Sonuvabitch. The next thing he knew shed be belting out polka songs in time with his thrusts. Keller filled his lungs with air, closed his eyes and released the breath with an extended whoosh. The groan that followed was so pained, tortured and bloodcurdling it sounded like something out of an anime cartoon. Employing every last ounce of his tapering control, Keller tore himself from Maisys impassioned clutches and sat back on his heels. Blood screamed in his veins, through his cock. He felt about to expire from a severe case of unrequited lust.

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Keller? Keller, whats wrong? Dont you want to make love to me anymore? Hiccup. He looked down at her sweet, waiting pussy again, wanting nothing more than to thrust into it, high, hard and deep, over and over until his cum burst white hot and he roared out his satisfaction. Closing his eyes for a moment to muster additional strength, he took another deep breath and pulled Maisys panties back up over the too-inviting, juicy little sanctuary he longed to plunder. Seems like weve been through this scenario before, Keller told her, dragging her skirt back in place. Huh? Maisy gazed up at him with a bewildered expression. She gave a bright smile, puckered her lips, made a series of air smooches at him and then giggled again. Kiss me, Keller. Kiss me. Eat me. Fuck me. Hiccup. Believe me. Keller laughed softly. Id like nothing better than to make love to you right now, Maisy. I want to shove up inside you and make us both to go up in flames. You have no idea how much I want that. But not when youre tipsy. If you still feel the same way when youre sober I promise Ill ravage you in a flash. He planted a soft kiss on Maisys forehead and another on her lips. I dont want to be accused of taking advantage of your condition again. He dotted the tip of her nose with his finger. Oh I wouldnt do that. Yeah, famous last words. Keller stripped the sadly unused condom from his cock, depositing it in the trash with a regretful sigh. But Keller Maisy luxuriated in a languorous groan as she stretched against the bedding. This is soooo romantic. So perfect. Just you and me and this nice big, comfy bed. She crooked her finger in invitation and he clamped it in his hand. Ehnot exactly. I can think of more conducive romantic settings than here with my mother and Norman in one room and my sisteryour arch enemyin another. Keller laughed at the irony of it all. On top of all that, I know damn well from past experience that youre going to hate yourself, and me too, probably, once you come out of this warm, fuzzy alcohol haze and realize what you said. Oh no, I could never hate you, Keller. I love you. Keller drew in a sharp breath. Sweetheart, you dont know what youre saying. Thats just the wine talking. I like wine talk. Maisy gazed longingly into his eyes and gave a wicked smile. Like twin glistening, passion-filled, chocolate drops Keller skewed his features. Maisy, youre not making any sense. Your eyes, she explained. Theyre like shimmering chocolate chips. Bolting up, she plastered herself against Keller, locking her lips with his.

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It wasnt long before he found himself lost in desire again. Putting up a not-toovaliant struggle, he finally allowed himself to be tugged on top of Maisy as she rested against the pillows. She paused in her kiss long enough to moan as she licked his jaw, his neck, under his chin. Keller fastened his mouth on hers, mesmerized by the liquid stroke of her tongue as they engaged in a languid, oral dance. A chorus of throat clearing interrupted the kiss as Agatha and Norman entered the room. Displaying embarrassed smiles, they bore trays with coffee, cheese, crackers and fresh fruit. Mom, Keller squawked as he pried himself away from Maisys arms and shot to his feet. Mom? Maisy echoed quizzically. Keller cleared his throat. I was just He stopped short, following his mothers and Normans gaze to his unzipped trousers, which had fallen to his knees. Oh shit. He yanked up his pants, thankful as hell he still had his shorts on. This isnt what it looks like, he claimed, turning his back to them while he zipped, buckled and tucked. Really, I can explain. Oh boy, Norman muttered. Theres no need to explain. Agatha held up her hand to signal a stop to her sons sputtering account. Im not blind, Keller. I see exactly whats happening here. You were clearly taking advantage of this poor young ladys intoxicated condition. Keller Fitch, you should be ashamed of yourself. Wait. No. Keller shook his head fervently. It wasnt like that. He looked back at Maisy who looked all sweet and innocent and wide-eyed, blinking up at him as if she hadnt a clue in the world why his pants had just been around his knees. You know, this is the second time in just over a month that Ive been wrongfully accused of taking advantage of Mom!? Maisy blurted again, shaking her head as if to clear out the cobwebs. She propped herself up on her elbows as the full realization of the events seemed to come into clarity. Oh my God. She looked straight at Agatha. Youreyoure Yes, dear, Im Agatha Fitch. Kellers mother. Umapparently you and my son already know each other. Quite well, it seems. She offered a polite smile as she deposited the tray she carried on Kellers nightstand. Maisy slowly rose to a full sitting position, scooting to the edge of the bed, one hand on her head and the other on her stomach. She looked pretty dazed and wobbly so Keller did the gentlemanly thing. He sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her to steady her. She eased into him, resting her head against his chest. He put his other arm around her, patting her back in a chaste, soothing fashion. Come on, Mom, he said, its not what you think. Maisy just thought I was a dream, thats all.

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Oh I could dieI could just die, Maisy lamented. Focusing her attention back to Keller, whose arms were still around her, she glared up at him with an outraged expression. What do you think youre doing? Stop manhandling me. Manhandling? Keller squawked, refusing to release his grip. Thats what it looks like to me, Agatha noted. Thank you, Mrs. Fitch. Maisy tried to shrug Keller off. Youre welcome. Call me Agatha, dear. I may as well give up. Keller laughed. The mans always the guilty one. You got that right, Norman said. You! Maisy shot an accusatory glare at Norman. Finger outstretched, she charged, This is all your fault, Norman. Maisy, I swearI had no idea. Norman crossed his heart then pressed his steepled fingers to his lips. If there was any manhandling going on here, Mom, Keller said, it was on Ms. Morganfields part, not mine. I was only doing my best to oblige her drunken desires. What! Maisy sucked in a breath of indignation. Oh! Get off me, right now, youyou Dreamboat? Keller teased. Fantasy man? Alien lover? You egotistical, grape-stomping baboon! Shoving Keller away with a mighty thrust, Maisy bolted to her feet. Just what exactly is it with you, anyway, Keller? Arent you capable of making time with a girl without getting her drunk first? Slapping his hand to his chest, Kellers neck and chin jutted out in astonishment. Excuse me? You were well on your way to a state of intoxicated delirium long before I got here from the airport. Its not my fault if youre a lush. Maisy breathed in an audible exclamation. Keller Fitch, how can you say such a thing? I dont even drink. Norman winced. Im afraid that ones not going to hold water, Maisy. Maisy blinked. Apparently recalling the beer and wine shed imbibed earlier, she rolled her eyes and corrected herself. What I mean isI very rarely drink. Keller smirked. Hmmm, lets see At Chowder Bay, you were sucking down a glass of Riesling. At our picnic lunch you knocked back a bottle of cabernet. God only knows what you guzzled this afternoon to get you this loaded. In fact, the only place I didnt see you with a drink in your hand or intoxicated was at the funeral home. Thats three out of four, Maisy. For someone whos trying so hard to paint herself as a near teetotaler, the odds are against you. Keller Aloysius Fitch! Agatha admonished her son. What is the matter with you? Aloysius? Maisy said incredulously.

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Keller groaned as Maisy clapped her hand over her mouth and giggled. Gee, thanks a lot, Mom, he said sarcastically. I thought I raised my son to be a gentleman, Agatha went on. Apologize to the young lady at once. Mom, you dont understand. Keller hit the wall with his fist and growled. Its not my fault. Theres just something about Maisy that brings out the worst in me. He glanced at Maisy who stood there with her chin elevated in defiance, looking for all the world like a deliciously wicked little temptress. Dammit, she drives me crazy, for chrissakes. I mean look at her. He gestured toward Maisy who glared at him in return. Fists firmly planted on her hips, Agatha slanted her son a warning look. Keller Okay! Keller plowed his fingers through his hair, growling a sigh. I apologize for implying that youre a wino, Maisy. He looked back at his mother. Satisfied? The only reason youre apologizing is because your mother made you, Maisy accused. Letting out a cry of vexation, Keller paced back and forth. There, you see? he said to Agatha, as he held his outstretched fingers toward Maisy. Thats exactly what Im trying to tell you. Shes impossible. Exasperating! She comes here uninvited, gets plotched on wine, which was by no means force fedunless, of course, youre using a new technique on the customers, Mother Agathas hand flew to her chest as she gasped. Of course not. And yet somehow, Keller continued, Im the one to blame. And, dammit, I wasnt even here until just a short time ago! Does that make any sense? Huh? Tell me, does it? I can vouch for Maisy, Norman said, before Maisy or Agatha had a chance to retort. Shes not an experienced drinker, Keller. It was my bright idea to come here to your winery and sample those wines, not Maisys. I had to practically drag the woman in here kicking and screaming for Gods sake. He laughed. Wed already had a few mugs of beer over at Bavaria Haus Norman held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. Again, at my suggestion. I should have had more sense than to insist that Maisy drink wine on top of that. Norman Stanley, I most certainly do not need you, of all people, defending me, Maisy snapped. If it wasnt for you, I wouldnt even be in this mess, would I? If youd been paying attention, youd realize thats exactly the point I was trying to make, Maisy, Norman said. Maisy fidgeted with her hair, smoothing it in place. Oh, lets have a little lunch out in Naperville, Maisy. Oh gee, Maisy, look, heres Kellers Cellars, what a surprise. Keller wont be hereI promise. Trust me, you said. Hah! She dropped her head into her hands and talked through spread fingers. I swear, Norman, sometimes I could just strangle you. In fact, after this fiasco, I just might.

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The sound of rapid footsteps on the stairs was followed by Sharons pinched face, peeking through the doorway. What in the hell is going on up here? Control yourself and stop screaming like a drunken banshee, Maisy. This is a place of business. There are customers downstairs. Clearly horrified, Maisy looked from Sharon to Norman to Agatha and finally to Keller. Her eyes brimmed with tears. ImIm sorry. Im so embarrassed. Please forgive me. She cradled stomach. Please, can someone show me to the bathroom? I think Im going to be sick. Brushing Kellers helping hand from Maisys arm, Agatha stepped between them. I think youve helped the young lady quite enough for now, Keller. Come along, dear, she said to Maisy, leading her from the room. As soon as Agatha was out of sight, Sharon pinned Keller with a caustic gaze. Okay, big brother, Mamas not here to protect you now. I want an explanation. Indignant, she flipped her long red locks from her shoulder and folded her spindly arms across her chest. Whats going on between you and that fat pig? It was a damn good thing he wasnt a violent man, because Keller would have enjoyed nothing more at the moment than to haul off and give his acerbic sister a solid punch in the nose. Through clenched teeth, he said, Dont you ever call Maisy a fat pig again, do you hear me, Sharon? Ever! Or youll have me to answer to. Is that clear? Mocking her brother, Sharon dangled her hands in a jittery fashion. Oooh, look at me, Im shaking. Im so scared. She rolled her eyes and barked a laugh. Good Lord, Keller, dont tell me youre fucking that bitch. Seething, Keller moved toward his sister. Norman quickly stepped between them. Addressing Sharon, he grinned and said, Excuse me, but didnt I hear you say you had some customers downstairs? Maybe it would be a good idea for you to see how theyre doing. I couldnt care less. After all, this isnt my winery, its his. Sharon said the word as if Keller were nothing more than a bug underfoot as she pointed a bony finger at her brother. I am not moving from this spot until I get some answers. Sharon gave Norman a loathsome once-over. Youre the bitchs faggot boss, arent you? Sharon! Keller belted out. Shoulders back and head held high, Norman took in a slow breath, undoubtedly struggling to maintain his composure and keep his temper in check. Now I understand why Maisy got sick right after you came into the room. Curling his lip, he returned Sharons distasteful once-over. She wasnt exaggerating a bit when she described what you were like. Oh yeah? Sharon advanced toward Norman with a menacing look. Well, let me show you exactly what Im made of, you fuckin queer.

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Oh no you dont. Keller grasped his sisters arm, holding firm as she tried in vain to tug free. Goddammit, Sharon, get a grip, will you? He shifted his gaze to Norman. Im sorry you had to get in the middle of this. Im going to take big mouth here, he shot Sharon a lethal look, downstairs so we can talk. Do me a favor and take care of Maisy for me, okay?

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Chapter Twelve
Will you fuckin let go of my arm, Sharon insisted as Keller all but dragged her down the stairs. Keep quiet, you foul-mouthed little troublemaker, Keller warned. I dont want the customers to hear you. It was increasingly difficult for him to remain calm and level-headed with all the raw emotion simmering inside his brain. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he loosened his grip and Sharon yanked her arm away. Ow, you big ox She rubbed her arm. Im going to be black and blue You know how easily I bruise. Keller aimed a narrow-eyed glare her way. Anyway, theres nothing to worry about. There arent any customers here. I just said that for Maisys benefit. What? Throwing his hands into the air, Keller mumbled a string of curses beneath his breath. You know, Sharon, you are really one fine piece of work. Thank you. She fluffed her hair. He shot his sister a noxious look. It wasnt a compliment. Arching one penciled eyebrow and offering a calculated sneer, Sharon slid past Keller to retrieve her coat and purse from the back room. When she returned, she draped her things over the banister and faced Keller, arms crossed over her chest. So, are you going to tell me about you and whatzerface or not? Not if I can help it. Hed had thousands of run-ins with his mouthy sister over the years but this onethis one was different. Actually, Sharon, its really none of your business. It most certainly is. Sharon stamped her high-heeled foot against the floor. How can you say that? Shes the bitch who made Johns life a living hell for ten years. Shes the last person on earth I want to see you tied up with. She stamped her foot again. I swear, Keller, sometimes you are such an idiot. Keller cringed as he studied the spot on the floor where Sharon had twice punctuated her point with the metal-tipped heel of her shoe. God damn, Sharon, do you have any idea how many back-breaking hours I put into finishing this hardwood floor? Dont try to change the subject, creep. I really dont want to get into this with you, Sharon. But, Keller pointed an implicating finger, since youre being so damned obstinate about it, are you forgetting that I knew that rotten sonuvabitch you were married to? His hand shot up to silence his sisters impending protest. Before you say another word, remember that Im the one you called, bawling your eyes out, when you first
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discovered that John Morganfield, your wonderful, perfect new husband, was sleeping through the entire roster of female real estate agents in the Chicago area. You were nearly hysterical, remember? Yes but I remember, Keller continued, when that bastard pummeled you so badly that you were covered with black and blue marks, had a fat lip and your eye swollen shut. You had to practically tie me down to prevent me from killing that scumbag myself. The recollection of seeing his sister in that condition and realizing her husband was responsible was still an all too lucid memory. As far as Keller was concerned, any man who laid a hand on a woman in violence ought to have his balls squashed in a vice. From the little Maisy had said during their lunch together, Keller suspected John had used her as a battering bag too. The thought was bloodcurdling. Rat bastard, woman-beating sonuvabitch, he muttered. Heaving a shrug, Sharon sighed. Yes, I remember. His sisters words snapped him back to the present. I still cant come to terms with the fact that you actually chose to go back to that sub-human piece of shit after what he did to you, Sharon. So dont even try talking to me about how Maisy made his life miserable, okay? I rather doubt thats an accurate accounting. Wearing a guilty pout, Sharon gave her brother a hesitant hug. All right, yes, everything you said is true. And you were wonderful about it when I needed help. But dont you see, Keller? Thats all beside the point. Were not talking about me. Were talking about the bitch upstairs, Sharon jerked her head with disdain toward the second floor. Give it up already, Sharon. What happened between you and Maisy is done and over. That scum-sucker husband, the only element you two had in common, is dead and buried. Cant you just leave it at that? Sharon poked her brother hard in the gut with her finger. Keller winced. Ow. Shit. What the hell was that for? Because you dont understand that I have your best interest at heart, Keller. If only you could have seen Maisy a year and a half ago. Sharon made a wide circle with her hands and bloated out her cheeks. She was huge, Keller. Huge. A whale, a pig. A fucking warthog. For fucks sake, how the hell could you possibly be attracted to something like that? Damn. Keller pounded his fist against the wall, hard enough to rattle the framed pictures and causing Sharon to flinch and back away. I dont give a damn what Maisy looked like two months ago, two years ago or twenty years ago. It doesnt make any difference to me. Period. That asshole husband of hers obviously drove Maisy to overeat.

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To eat herself into wearing a circus tent, Sharon elucidated. Looks like shes a wino too. Thats definitely a case of the pot calling the kettle black. If memory serves, dear sister, you were mighty dependent on the old vino, as well as your close pals, Jack Daniels and Johnnie Walker, for a long while during your marriage to that rotten SOB. That, she complained with another sharp poke to Kellers gut, was a low blow. Damn. He clapped his hand to his belly. That finger of yours should be licensed as a deadly weapon. Arching an eyebrow, Keller nodded with a devilish smile. You know, you alone sucked back most of the winerys profits last year. Gasping, Sharon stamped her heel against the floor again, making Keller wince. Are you implying that Im an alcoholic? Sporting a smirk, Keller folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the rich mahogany paneling. Now that you mention it, your insides have been in contact with so much alcohol I think Im gonna start calling you Pickles. He burst into laughter. Sharon sneered. That questionable charisma and cloying sense of humor of yours might work on desperate bimbos like Maisybut as your sister, Im above falling for your boyish charms. So put a lid on it, will ya? Keller began to pace. Why do you detest Maisy so much anyway? What did she ever do to you personally? She has this nasty habit of breathing, Sharon oozed. Real mature, Sharon, Keller huffed. The way I hear it, Maisy caught you and John screwing in her own bed. He abruptly stopped pacing, turning on his heel to face his sister. How come you conveniently failed to mention that interesting little tidbit when you first told me about you, John and Maisy, hmm? In your version, you were the poor, innocent, virtuous woman. Okay, so what? Shrugging, Sharon gave a nonchalant wave of her hand. Maisy deserved everything that happened to her because she let herself grow into a fat disgusting pig. She couldnt honestly expect John to still find her attractive at that horrendous weight. I mean, seriously. Come on, Keller, of course John was going to seek satisfaction elsewhere. What man wouldnt? And my sweet, accommodating little sister was more than willing to oblige John in his quest, right? Jesus H. Christ, whats the big deal? Its not like I committed a crime because I had sex with a married man. These arent the dark ages, you know? She fluffed her hair. Lets just say I was there to give the poor, sex-starved man a little sympathy and understanding when he needed it most, thats all. Dont you think Maisy was just as devastated to find you humping her husband as you were to find John humping that twenty-something bimbo from your office? Remember how you felt when you walked in on that, Sharon?

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Of course I was devastated. I mean, look at me, Keller. She brushed her hands up and down her slender frame. I can think of at least a dozen guys whod give their eye teeth to spend just one night with me. There wasnt a single goddamned reason in hell why John should have had to go elsewhere with me in his bed. Maybe so, Ego Queen, but apparently your dearly beloved husband felt otherwise. After all, Sharon, the man had a heart attack and croaked while he was boffing some sexy little piece of jailbait, didnt he? Sharon threw her arms skyward and growled. What the hell do you want me to say? Okay, yes, its true. John was a philandering piece-of-shit-bastard-fuck and the longer we were married the more I grew to detest him. And Im fucking glad hes dead. Its like a blessed reprieve. There, is that what you were waiting to hear? Sharons face contorted with a mixture of rage and hurt as she wiped away the tears trickling down her flushed cheeks. Yeah, I guess so, Keller said softly, his posture deflating. But somehow it doesnt give me the satisfaction Id hoped for. He smiled sympathetically as he drew his sister into a hug. Im sorry. I didnt mean to make you cry. He held her at arms length. So tell me, doesnt any of that stuff we just talked about make you feel just a little bit of sympathy for Maisy and what she went through with that jerk? Shrugging Kellers hands from her shoulders, Sharon looked at her brother as if he were an imbecile. Of course not. What does one thing have to do with the other? Like I said before, Maisy Morganfield was a fat pig who got exactly what she deserved. She laughed incredulously. How could you even attempt to make a comparison between her circumstance and mine? Get real, nutsoid. Tapping her finger against his temple, she grabbed her coat and purse and headed for the door. Thats it, Im outta here. With that, she made a rapid exit, slamming the door behind her. You may as well just give up, Keller muttered to himself through a chuckle. It was about time he faced facts. His sister was hopeless. Her thought patterns were skewed. She was never going to get it. The door opened again and a party of five strolled into the winery, telling Keller they were there for a wine tasting. Keller led them into the tasting room while Maisy came down the stairs with Norman and Kellers mother. As he poured wine samples, giving the tasters his usual spiel, he overheard Maisy making her umpteenth apology to his mother and thanking her for her kindness. Well hell. There was obviously something seriously wrong with him because just the sound of Maisys voice had Kellers cock jerking to life in his pants. If he didnt know better hed say hed been bewitched by the loony blonde. She and Norman headed toward the exit. Keller glanced up in time to see Maisy pause, casting a brief, regretful look toward him. While focusing on Maisy he overfilled the small glass and quickly attended to the spill, watching out of the corner of his eye as Maisy walked out the door.
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Following Maisy, Norman paused, nodding in Kellers direction with a sympathetic wink. Keller returned the nod, thinking it was for the best that Maisy was walking out of his life. The last thing he wanted or needed was a schizophrenic dame screwing with his mindor his libido. There was a pleasant calmness and sanity when Maisy wasnt around. Yup. Thats the way his life should be. Calm. Sane. Maisy-less. Continuing to dispense wine samples as he made polite conversation with his customers, all Kellers tortured, hapless brain could think about was sampling Maisy Morganfields lush, succulent curves. Crap. He was losing his damn mind. There was no other explanation. After the last customer of the day left the winery and his mother had gone home, Keller locked up and headed upstairs to his apartment, glad to finally be alone with his thoughts. It had been one hell of a day. The last thing hed expected, after his unforeseen flight back from California that afternoon, was to find Maisy Morganfield at his winery. Especially after what had transpired the day of their ill-fated picnic. Keller had written her off that day, plain and simple. As far as he was concerned the nutty-as-a-fruitcake dame was out of his life forever. So long. See ya around, baby, he muttered with an adieu salute as he fished his keys, wallet and change out of his pockets and tossed them onto the hall table in the foyer. No matter how fascinating or desirable she might be, he wasnt a masochist. And subjecting himself to another bout of her twisted female logic could only be a painful experience. At least, thats how he had felt until he saw her sitting on the steps with her head between her knees, belting out polka songs. Raking his hand through his hair, Keller laughed at the recollection. Not only was his encounter with Maisy less than idyllic todayagainbut to make things even worse, he had to contend with his self-serving, addle-brained sister. Oh but that wasnt the end of it. Uh-uh. His mother all but forced him to sit through a probing, accusatory third degree so intense it would have driven a lesser man to drink. With that thought in mind, a chuckle surfaced as Keller glanced toward the glass of deep, heady cabernet hed set on his nightstand. Heaving a sigh, he took a purposeful sip of the earthy liquid. A slow smile stretched across his weary features as he sat on his bed, removing his shoes and socks. The memory of Maisy lying passed out, right on this very spot across his bed, all soft, curvy and luscious-looking, had his cock stiffening with desire. It was like God was playing some cruel joke when he made that woman so damned beautiful yet screwy as a loon at the same time. The thought of Maisys breasts heaving as she lay semiconscious certainly didnt do anything to thwart his burgeoning arousal. And when the inebriated temptress threw her arms around his neck, yanking him into that succulent kiss, Keller was a goner. The
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urge to tear off her clothes and savor every square inch of her creamy curves was nearly overwhelming. Oh yeah, that would have given Norman and my mother an eyeful. Keller cringed at the thought. He was going to have to remember to keep his doors locked in the future. He found the term dizzy blonde creeping to the forefront of his thoughts, realizing at the same time it wasnt entirely apropos where Maisy was concerned. Sure, she could be batty and unpredictable but she was also bright, intelligent, fun-loving and had a great sense of humor. With her curvaceous shape and angelic face, she was the epitome of many a mans fantasies. Kellers fantasies to be sure. If only that pesky, obstinate, stubborn streak of hers didnt manage to surface every time they were together. That irritating, aggravating, warped thinking of Maisys drove him to distraction until it felt like a tight band was clamped around his head, squeezing as if he were an orange on the verge of being juiced. Uttering a low growl, Keller snatched the tie from around his neck and whipped it across the room. The womans impossible, he groused as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Kicking his pants off, he continued, Shes stubborn, bullheaded, incorrigible, inconsistent A slow, lingering smile crossed his lips as he unbuttoned his shirt, remembering holding her in his arms earlier and tonguing her juicy little pussy. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. Once he opened them again he gazed down at his cock, shaking his head in annoyance and frustration as it saluted the ceiling. Keller grasped it tight, massaging his dick hard, with slow, even strokes, watching it expand in his hand. Christ, he wanted to be inside her so bad he could fucking taste it. He let the shower run hot enough, he thought, to burn all thoughts of Maisy from his mind, to dampen his raging libido, but his strategy backfired. Stepping into the misty spray only reminded him all the more of the hot, moist, silky flesh between Maisys thighs. The inviting warmth of her eager mouth and tongue. Keller slid his hands up and down his engorged cock, squeezing as he imagined her knees parting, presenting him with her glistening cunt, all pink and rosy and ready for him. Shed beg him, and hed take her with one swift, merciless stroke, pounding his cock deep within her, gliding in and out of her cream slicked pussy. Shed be wet, drenched and writhing beneath him as her cunt convulsed wildly around his cock. Punishing Maisy for her rebellious ways, hed give it to her hard, harder, fast and deep, until she was breathless and panting. When shed open that pretty mouth of hers, all indignant and ready to tell him off, hed drive all defiant thought from her mind with another jackhammer thrust. Keller pumped his dick furiously, envisioning the blissful look of longing in those big blue eyes of hers. Her pouty lips forming his name while her nails raked his back.

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Hed tame her wayward ways by keeping her caught up in a frenzy of one shattering orgasm after another. Hed watch the erotic slip and slide of his cock as he hammered into her, burying himself balls deep into her soaked satin heat. Shed look up at him in wonder, as his fingers dug hard into her full, luscious ass cheeks, possessing her, making her his. Her sweet body would quiver, shudder. His name would escape her throat in a tortured cry as her back arched and her juicy cunt vibrated around him. Keller growled out as his cum thundered up from his balls down the length of his cock and spurted in hot ribbons against the dripping shower wall. Maisy Morganfield, he ground out, you drive me crazyin more ways than one.

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Chapter Thirteen
This was absolutely, beyond doubt, the worst, most heinous, humiliating afternoon of my entire life, Maisy grumbled, scrunching down in the passenger seat of Normans car and burying her head in her hands. I will never forgive you for this, Norman. Ever! How many times do I have to tell you I didnt know hed be there? Norman countered, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. Maisy, I swear on all thats holy I had no idea. I swear on my Grandma Gerts grave Maisy threw her hands up and growled. Here we go again with the grandmothers grave. You probably never even had a Grandma Gert. Shes probably just another one of your ten million elasticized truths. She sank farther down in the seat, folding her arms across her breasts. Now thats cruel, Maisy. Norman looked pained. When you say things like that its like a knife right through my heart. Shifting to a more upright position, Maisy shot Norman a noxious glare. Believe me, Norman, if I had a knife on me, thats right where Id plant it. She wiped the angry spittle from her chin. And then Id twist it this way, she relished in a dramatic gesture, and back again. She smiled for the first time since theyd gotten in the car. Cringing, Norman observed, Youre becoming a bitter woman, Maisy. Its very unbecoming. Reaching into the backseat, he snagged a facial tissue from a box and handed it to Maisy. Here. I think youre starting to foam at the mouth. Is it any wonder? Im becoming a foaming-at-the-mouth, polka-singing, hormonedriven, murderous, slutty drunk. Thanks to you. And bitter. Dont forget bitter, Norman offered, wagging a finger as Maisy did her best to bore a hole through his head with her heated glare. But you cant blame me for the hormone-driven or slutty part. After all, its your fault not mine that youve got the hots for Keller Fitch. Norman gave her one of those all-knowing, tongue-in-cheek smiles, infuriating her even more because he was right. But shed be damned if shed admit it to him. Its your fault that I got smashed and threw myself at Keller like a wild nymphomaniac, Norman. She slapped her hands over her face, groaning. And then the mans mother comes into the room while Im clawing at her son. God help me, Ive never been so mortified in all my life. Yeah. Norman chuckled. I have to admit that was pretty funny. But not as funny as seeing Keller with his pants around his knees.

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Funny? Bellowing the word, Maisy whipped her head in Normans direction, transmitting a lethal look. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and winced. Slipping into his goosey, machine-gun laughter, he said, Now, Maisy, I can fully understand why youre so upset but you have to believe me when I tell you I was absolutely clueless about Kelleror his mother or sistershowing up at the winery. You know that I would never purposefully do anything to cause you that kind of grief, right? If all that werent enough, Maisy moaned, now my heads throbbing so bad that only smashing it against a brick wall could feel worse. And Im not even too sure about that. Welcome to the world of hangovers, darling. Norman reached over and rubbed her back. Ten minutes later as they sat waiting for a freight train to pass and watching a flurry of fat snowflakes falling, he said, If its any consolation, I dont think Agatha thought poorly of you. She seemed very nice. Im sure she understood. What, that the woman who was once married to her daughters dead husband is a drunken slut whos now trying to snare her son? Maisy expelled a pained groan. Perfect first impression. She turned toward the window, gnawing on a fingertip as she absently watched the snow accumulate. Good grief, Norman, if Keller thought I was an idiot before, I can only imagine what he must think of me now. Not that you give a damn, of course, Norman said. We have nothing in common, except for the fact that we both have the misfortune of knowing his sister. There have never been two people less compatible. Then theres that giant ego of his. Maisy shuddered. To tell you the truth, I dont give a damn what Keller Fitch thinks of me. You dont, huh? Maisy didnt like the meddlesome tone of his voice. Norman, I want you to make me a promise. Shoot. Dont tempt me. She fought to hide a smile. After today, youll never mention Kellers name to me again. You owe me that much. Promise? As he pulled the car into Persimmons parking lot, Norman gave an innocent shrug. Sure. As a matter of fact, Ive been giving it a lot of thought during the drive back from Naperville. I think youre absolutely right. I realize now youre not Kellers type at all. Not even remotely. Im not? Norman gave a dismissive flick of the wrist and laughed. Good heavens no. What can I say? You were right and I was wrong. Its as simple as that. From now on, the subject of Keller Fitch is a dead issue. Guaranteed. Ohwell, good. That settles that. Maisy gave a triumphant nod as a sick feeling gnawed at her insides.

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Norman put the car in park and unfastened his seatbelt. Before he could get out, Maisy grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, bunching it in her hand. Im going to have to get the steamer out to get rid of those wrinkles, he groused. He looked her in the eyes, heaving a tuneful sigh. Okay, whats the matter? Her jaw hanging open for a moment, poised to speak, Maisy heaved a sigh of her own and clamped her mouth shut. Well? Norman pointedly looked down to where Maisy was still clutching his sleeve. Nothing. Maisy released her grip. Never mind. Good, then lets go before this snow gets any worse. Norman opened the car door, only to have Maisy grab his arm again. He expelled an impatient groan. Do you have any idea how much this suit youre destroying costs? Maisy turned her attention to her nails as she polished them against her coat. I was just wondering what you meant when you said I wasnt Kellers type. Why? What makes you so sure we wouldnt be right for each other? Not that it matters, of course. I couldnt care less. Im just curious. Right. Just curious. Norman offered a matter-of-fact nod. Where do I begin? Slapping his hand to his cheek, he adopted a contemplative expression. There are tons of reasons why you two wouldnt work as a couple. Kellers far too slick and aggressive for you for one thing. Hed be better off with a woman whos unbridled, carefree, adventurous, fun. Youre more the cozy, housewifey, hands-in-the-mixing-bowl, milk and cookies type. Maisys jaw dropped in amazement. A well-traveled, cosmopolitan man like Keller Fitch needs a worldly, sophisticated woman. One who can keep pace with him mentally as well as physically. But I He needs a chic woman, Norman went on, whod be comfortable mixing and mingling in the same whirlwind social circle. Besides, Maisy, Keller is brash, egotistical, arrogant andwell, he can be just plain obnoxious. Well, I wouldnt go so far as to say that hes Hes an ass. No doubt about it. Norman reached over and patted her shoulder. Remember the way he took advantage of your inebriated condition and pawed at you this afternoon? He behaved like an animal. Youre definitely better off without him. Maisys shoulders slumped. After the abominable, shameful way Keller treated you today, I can see why you have no use for him, Maisy. He lacks patience, sympathy or understanding. Thank God you found out what a jerk he really is. The last thing I want is for you to be stuck with another John Morganfield. Now come on, lets get out of this car before these old bones of mine stiffen up in this cold.

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Again Norman started to open the car door and again Maisy jerked at his sleeve. Expelling a sigh of exasperation, he plopped down hard against the back of the seat, telegraphing an impatient gaze in Maisys direction. This is getting real tiresome, Maisy. Can we please go inside? Actually, I-I think of myself as being rather carefree and adventurous, Maisy said thoughtfully as she traced her finger over the gear-shift. Even unbridled occasionally. She glimpsed a quick, docile peek at Norman. And, Lord knows, Kellers nothing at all like John. Dont you think youre coming down on him a wee bit too harsh, Norman? This time, Norman swung the car door fully open and exited, with Maisy following suit, clutching her coat closed against the whipping wind and snow. He slipped into his overcoat and quickened his pace. Its just like you said, Maisy, hes a Fitch. Hes tainted with the same genes as that bitchy little sister of his. Its better you wash your hands of him now. Hes no good. Besides, hed just be a constant, thorny reminder of Sharon. Maisy sprinted alongside Normans bold strides to keep up, mindful of not slipping on the icy patches and falling on her ass. Shed already had more than enough humiliation for one day. Okay, I know I made that wisecrack about the Fitch gene pool being tainted but I was just being stubborn and stupid. You as much as told me so, remember? Bah Norman waved his hand and walked even faster. I should learn to keep my mouth shut and quit interfering. Maisy took two steps to every one of his so she could keep up. Hes not like Sharon at all. Kellers kind and caring and sweet and funny. As far as what happened today, well, its possible I may have overreacted a bit. You dont have to come into the office, Maisy. You can just go home. Were covered here. Youre going to need to take some aspirin and put an ice-bag on your head. Ignoring Normans suggestion, Maisy trotted alongside him, slipping and belting out a loud Woooooo! as she skidded along the pavement, smack dab into Norman just before they reached the travel agencys door. Clutching wildly at him, she hung on for dear life only to knock Norman off kilter and send them both careening to the ground. You did that on purpose, Norman accused. Gazing down at her boss beneath her, Maisy gasped. Dont be ridiculous. She scrambled off him and into a sitting position. First you destroy my designer suit and now you break my ass. He sat up, winced and reached behind himself, rubbing. People like us, with plenty of padding, dont break our asses when we fall, Maisy noted. Its one of the advantages of being zaftig. You know, she went on, spitting snowflakes out of her mouth as Norman got up and pulled her up after him, it wasnt Kellers fault that I got smashed at his winery.

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I dont want to talk about Keller anymore, Maisy. I just want to go inside and get far away from you. Besides, after all that wine, youre in no condition to deal with clients. Youll probably end up booking trips to Vienna when they ask for Venice. Go home. Norman swung the door open and entered with Maisy at his heels. She trailed along as he went about his business, greeting the evening staff and the customers they were attending. Sure, Keller and I tend to get on each others nerves a lot but, when you come right down to it, I think we could really be great together. As a matter of fact, I-I think Im very much Keller Fitchs type. Maisy planted her fists on her hips, nodding with conviction and sending a fluff of snow falling from her hair. Shrugging out of his overcoat and hanging it on the clothes tree at the back of his office, Norman spun toward Maisy, displaying a jubilant ear-to-ear grin. Aha! I knew it! Slapping the top of his desk with pencil-cup-rattling vigor, he jabbed a triumphant finger at her. Thats what Ive been trying to tell you all along but you just wouldnt listen to me. Of course, you and Keller Fitch are made for each other, darling. He threw his arms into the air, forming a victory vee. Maisy stood agape. Norman clapped his hands together, rubbing briskly. Ah, theres nothing like the feeling of adrenaline coursing through your veins when you know youre right. I love it! He engaged in a euphoric little jig. Vehemently wagging a threatening finger, Maisy said, Norman Stanley, you conniving phony, you stop that ridiculous victory dance right now, do you hear me? She pounded her fist against his desk. I trusted you and you tricked me. How could you do that? Oh Lord, it was pitifully easy. Norman smirked. Very funny. Maisy scowled. Normans my name and strategys my game, he said, tipping an invisible hat and folding his torso into a little bow. Strategy? Try manipulation. Norman buffed his fingernails against his lapel and shrugged. Call it whatever you want. It worked, didnt it? Deedle-dee-deedle-dee-dee, he sang as he hoofed another jig. Im glad you think this all such a big joke, Norman. Oh, stop being so melodramatic. Laughing, he came around to the front of his desk, pulling a reluctant Maisy into a hug. You have to admit, I really had you going there for a while, didnt I? After a moment of silence, her glare dwindled, her lips twitched and finally curled into a smile. All right, I admit it. You got me good, you pixilated old buzzard. She laughed. Im crazy about Keller Fitch. Absolutely, positively, undeniably, head over

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heels. Every time I see him all I can think about is tearing his clothes off and jumping his gorgeous bones. She thought for a moment. What if Im terrible in bed, Norman? The only experience Ive had is with John. What if he was right and I turn out to be frigid? Norman threw his head back and laughed. After what I witnessed this afternoon in Kellers bedroom, I can assure you, frigidity is something you neednt worry about, darling. Youre a hot-blooded woman, Maisy. Besides, he continued, youve been devouring all those erotic romance books, and getting up close and personal with your new arsenal of sex toys as you fantasize. Norman smiled. About Keller, he added. Ive made such a mess of things though. Maisy leapt up from her chair and paced, wringing her hands. Oh Norman, tell me. What should I do? Ahhhthats like music to my ears. Beaming a smile, Norman exuberantly rubbed his hands together. I thought youd never ask. Dont worry, Uncle Normies got an excellent idea up his He looked down and brushed the arm of his suit coat. His wrinkled sleeve, he finished with a wink. Such as? Such as getting rid of your nemesis. Sharon? Stopping her pacing abruptly, Maisy turned to Norman and blinked. You meanas in murder? Normal engaged in devilish laughter. Nothing quite that extreme. Youll see. Trust me, Maisytrust me. Famous last words, Maisy offered with a cautious smile. Something tells me Im going to regret this.

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Chapter Fourteen
Hail, hail, the gangs all here. Break out the band cause Big Willys back in town. Yeeehaaa! Maisy cringed at the sound of the booming Texas drawl coming from the front of the travel agency. It belonged to Normans cousin, Wilson Jasper, otherwise known as Big Willy. Oh God, Norman said, dropping his head into his hands. Its Wilson. Theres still time to escape out the back door if we hurry, Maisy offered, only half joking. Hey, cousin, where ya hidin? Big Willys boisterous voice grew closer. Not a good idea, Norman said. Especially seeing as how Wilson is a key player in my dastardly plan to get rid of Kellers sister. Maisy vaulted out of her chair. What? Dont plan on going anywhere until he leaves because Ill need you in here with me, Norman instructed. Okay? Now you just hold it right there, Norman, I Shhh. He tapped his forefinger against his lips. He might hear you. Look, I know how you feel about Wilson, Maisy. And Lord knows I dont blame you. But just go along with me and put up with him this one last time. Remember, hes moving to Russia so you wont have to see him again for years. God willing. Maisy rolled her eyes. Norman tiptoed to the door of his office, stealthily peeking out. Hell be here in a few minutes, he whispered. Hes schmoozing and flirting along the way and the girls are giggling and eating it up. How can they fall for that chauvinist crap of his? Gee, Norman said, laughing, his gaze still directed at Big Willy. Do you suppose it could have anything to do with the fact that Wilsons filthy rich, powerful, tall and ruggedly handsome? He slipped his head back into his office. Rich and handsome or not, the guys still a jerk. Big Willy reminded her of a taller, handsomer version of Norman. Same hazel eyes, same shock of taffy-blonde hair, same engaging smile. But thats where the similarities ended. While Norman effervesced with charm, charisma and a winning personality, Big Willy had all the appeal of a rain-soaked swatch of cowhide.

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And for Gods sake, dont say or do anything to piss him off either, Norman pleaded. Clearly anticipating Maisys retort, he held his hands up in defense. Hes part of my plan to get rid of Sharon, remember? We need to keep Wilson in good spirits. Maisy growled a sigh. You conveniently neglected to mention that the scheme youre brewing involves me and that insufferable asshole cousin of yours. Wincing, Norman pushed at the air with his hands in a shushing motion as he scooted back to his desk. Dont worry, Maisy, my plan is foolproofwell, pretty much. Norman offered an ambiguous smile. Well lookee here, Big Willy blared as he came around the corner and poked his head into Normans office. Cousin Normans got a bony-fide angel in his office. Oh gawd, Maisy mumbled, closing her eyes. Lil lady, you come right on over here and let Big Willy get a good look at you. Doing her best not to sneer, Maisy offered Big Willy a reluctant smile as she extended her hand. Nice to see you again, Willy. Big Willy. He nodded and winked. Rather than shake Maisys proffered hand, the strapping six-foot-six Texan drew his hand from his side as if it were a six-shooter and pointed it toward her. Hey now, Big Willy never shakes hands with a lovely lady when he can give her a big ol Texas-style hug instead. Oh, but Big Willy, I Flashing a gleaming white-toothed smile, he grabbed Maisy into a hug, squeezing the breath from her lungs. Holding her at arms length a moment later, he lifted her into the air as if she were a rag doll and swung her around. Now, aint you just the purdiest little thing I ever did see? Still holding Maisy high, he gave her an appraising once-over and whistled. Why, Maisy darlin, youre just a wispy little bit of a thing now, you know that, honey? Willy Uh-uh. Big Willy shook his head and tsked. Big Willy, Maisy said, flashing the best apologetic smile she could muster under the circumstances. Please put me down. Like a true Texas gentleman, Big Willy obliged and tipped his Stetson, revealing a thick head of hair. Cringing when she looked down at the wrinkled mess that was once her favorite black silk blouse, Maisy mumbled something inaudible as she smoothed and tugged at the fabric. Norman walked around to the front of his desk, hand extended. Hey, Wilson, er, Big Willy, great to see you. Cousin Norman, you old hound dog. Bypassing Normans hand, Big Willy pulled him into a bear hug. Once he let him go, he gave Norman a friendly whack on the back so powerful it sent him careening halfway across the room. How the hell are ya, boy?

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Whew. Still alive, I think. Norman gave a tentative laugh as he tugged at his collar and adjusted his tie. I see youre wearin that classy tie I sent you last Christmas, cousin. Fingering the gaudy lasso and cowboy boot-covered monstrosity, Norman forced a smile. One of my absolute favorites. Cant wear it often enough, can I, Maisy? He practically sleeps in it, Maisy confirmed. I wore it in honor of your visit today. Norman nodded convincingly. Glad you like it, cause I got another real humdinger for you out in my suitcase. Normans shoulders slumped. Gee, Wilson, you shouldnt havereally. Aw, nothins too good for my favorite cousineven if he is a Yankee. Guffawing with big haw-haw-haws, Big Willy walloped Norman with a playful punch in the arm. By the look on Normans face Maisy figured it had rendered Normans arm all but useless for the next hour or two. You know, cousin, Ive decided the times come for me to steal away this purdy little secretary of yours. Big Willy raised an eyebrow, motioning toward Maisy. And convince her to become the next missus. I am not Normans secretary, Big Willy. Im his vice-president. Aw, well sure you are, honey. Big Willy directed an exaggerated, conspiratorial wink toward Norman and laughed. Well, I am. Huffing an exasperated sigh, Maisy planted her fists on her hips. And, for the hundredth time, I am not interested in becoming the fourth Mrs. Big Willy Jasper, thank you very much. Hot diggity, shes a lively one, Cousin Norman. Big Willy laughed and scooped Maisy into another airborne hug. Thats how I like my women. Good and feisty. Standing with her locked in his arms, her toes dangling, Big Willy rocked from side to side. You know, Cousin Norman, sweet pea here and me could make beautiful music together. Her face buried in the fringe across the chest of Big Willys doe-skin-tan suede jacket, Maisy cried a muffled, Ooooh! She pushed with all her might until she finally escaped his firm clench. After taking a deep breath she tunneled her fingers through her disheveled hair. Why do you insist on talking about me as if I werent even in the room? she asked the towering Texan. She always this hot-tempered? Big Willy asked Norman, bypassing her direct question. Maisy threw her hands into the air. Thats it, I give up Turning to leave Normans office, she was blocked by Big Willys massive frame in the doorway. He may as well have been a brick wall. Glancing up into his handsome, grinning face, she sneered before plopping down into a chair, burying her face in her hands and groaning.

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Maisy Norman said in a warning tone out of the corner of his mouth. He tugged at his collar and plastered a cheerless smile across his face. Transmitting a narrow-eyed glare at her boss, Maisy slowly rose from her chair, sidled over to him and discreetly crunched her heel into the toe of his shoe. Smiling for Big Willys benefit, she grabbed Normans sleeve and yanked him close. Jesus, youre killing me, Norman whispered through a grimace, struggling to maintain his smile. Dont you Maisy me, Norman, she whispered, mocking his warning tone. There is no way on earth Id ever consider marrying that walking, talking side of Texas beef plan or no plan. You got that? I told you to trust me on this, didnt I? Norman muttered through clenched teeth. Dont worry, marrying him isnt part of the plan. Turning his attention to his cousin, Norman turned on his best salesmans smile. Dont mind Maisy, Big Willy. Shes just overtired. Weve been swamped. Everybody wants to get away from Chicagos winter freeze and Maisys been putting in too many hours at the office. Well that explains it, Big Willy said with a thoughtful look. Sweet little thing like that shouldnt be out here in the corporate world tryin to bust her butt. He turned to Maisy and doffed his Stetson. Pardon the profanity, maam. Maisy rolled her eyes and huffed. Why, our little Maisy here should be at home takin care of womanly things like birthin babies and seein after her mans needs. Norman Maisy drew his name out through clenched teeth. Giving her an acknowledging nod, Norman led his cousin to a chair. Come on, have a seat, big fella. Ill fix us a cup of espresso while we catch up on things. Sure. Big Willy wedged his large frame into one of the armchairs. Studying the subtle peach, ivory and gray tones of Normans office, he turned to Maisy and smiled. This here stuff is all new since I was here last. Bet you picked out all this cute, fluffy, flowery stuff all by yourself, didnt you, honey? He smoothed his hand over the persimmon print fabric Norman had taken weeks to select for the upholstery in his office. I can always tell a womans touch. He winked. Not me, Maisy said, extending her arm toward Norman. Normans the one who picked out The designer, Norman blurted, nearly spilling the coffee beans as he slid into a rapid burst of nervous laughter. I picked out the interior designer for the redecorating project. He tugged at his collar as if it were strangling him. She was a real doll. You know, he laughed again, thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six. Winking, Norman waved his hands along invisible curves in the air, ignoring the sound of Maisys gasp. Gotcha, cousin. Big Willy winked back. Tell ya what, lets make that coffee a little more interesting with some of this. He slid a cowhide-covered silver flask from inside his jacket. Nothin goes better with coffee than a little bourbon I always say. He flashed a grin.
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Ive got work to do, Maisy said, rising from her chair. Im leaving. Sit down, Norman commanded, flashing a friendly smile when Big Willy eyed him curiously. Glaring at Norman, Maisy expelled the breath shed been holding and returned to her seat. She looks peaked, Norman explained to Big Willy. She needs to restuntil I tell her its okay to leave. Norman pinned Maisy with a no-nonsense glare. Nothin wrong with bein a little firm, Cousin Norman. Sometimes thats all they understand. Grasping the brim of his hat, Big Willy tipped it toward Maisy. No offense meant, maam. Folding her arms across her chest, Maisy projected a malicious sneer. She imagined whipping that damned Stetson across the room like a boomerang so it would take out Big Willy first and then knock the crap out of Norman before it returned to her. The satisfying image brought a smile to her lips. Norman stopped grinding the coffee beans long enough to jump in before Maisy had a chance to say anything. So hows Aunt Ruthie and Uncle Joe? Mama and Daddy are doing real good. Got their fiftieth wedding anniversary comin up, so I thought Id send them on a little boat trip. You can help me put somethin nice together for em, cant you, Cousin Norman? A cruise? Absolutely. Well get right on it. What did you have in mind? Caribbean, Hawaii, Mexico, Alaska, Europe? Yeah, that sounds real good. Which one? All of em. I want to send Mama and Daddy on one of them round-the-world boat trips. Excellent. Norman rubbed his hands together briskly. Maisy could swear she saw neon-green dollar signs flash across Normans hazel eyes as she imagined hearing his thoughts scream, ka-ching! After Big Willys third cup of espresso-laced bourbon he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Half-closed eyelids framed the fervor in his eyes as he languished in a long, lusty appraisal of Maisys physical attributes. Before she realized it, hed reached over and clasped Maisys hand in his own, studying her fingers and gently stroking her skin. Soft as a babys behind, he said, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it. Maisy, honey, I dont know if Cousin Norman mentioned it or not, but Im movin to the USSR for a time on business. Id be right pleased if youd join me. Maisy squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. First of all, she said, its no longer the USSR, its just plain Russia. Second Wed have to get hitched, of course, Big Willy continued as if Maisy hadnt spoken. Them there commies dont take none too well to livin in sin from what I hear. Patting Maisys hand, he smiled and winked.

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Her eyes wide with astonishment, Maisy made a move to extricate her hand from his, but he was too fast. Russia hasnt been a communist country for some time, Big Willy, she informed him. Before Maisy could protest, he slipped his arms around her, scooped her from her chair and planted her on his lap. I love you, Maisy darlin, sure as Im sittin here, I do. You and mell make some mighty fine-looking babies together, yes siree. He leaned his head down and nuzzled Maisys neck. Oh for Maisy grumbled a few choice expletives under her breath as she toiled in vain to escape his grasp. Let go of me, you big ox! With a firm hold on Maisy, Big Willy laughed and turned to Norman. Cousin Norman, Ill never be able to understand why you didnt snap up this feisty little firebrand all for yourself when you had the chance. A reddened hue swept over Normans cheeks as he laughed nervously. I uhI guess Maisys just not my type. A little too ballsy for ya, huh, cousin? Interesting phraseology, Wilson. Norman tugged at his collar for the umpteenth time and chuckled. Maisy felt sure he was wondering what his macho, good ol boy cousin would do if he ever found out Norman was gay. Actually, shes not quite ballsy enough for me, Norman offered. But lets get back to the subject at hand. You and Maisy. Maisy shot Norman a laser-sharp glower, intense enough to bisect a slab of granite in two seconds flat. Norman, you son of a bitch Puckering his lips, Big Willy jutted his chin out to Maisy, who was still scrambling to get away from his hold. Hows about planting your betrothed with a little kiss right here. He tapped his lips. To seal the deal, honey? He made a series of annoying smooching sounds. Maisy would have clobbered him upside the head if her hands were free. Seething, she looked up at her captor. Wilson Jasper, not only would I not go to Russia with you, I wouldnt even let you walk me across the street. And as far as getting hitchedhah! I wouldnt marry you if you were the last Slamming his hand against his desktop with a resounding wallop, causing Maisy and Big Willy to whisk their heads in his direction, Norman jumped up from his chair. Maisy, youre such a kidder. His laughter sounded peculiar. What Maisys trying to say, Wilson, is that shed love to go with you more than anything. Maisy gasped. But she cant, Norman finished. Cant? Why not? Furrowing his brow, Big Willy glanced from Norman to Maisy and back again. Becausebecause its our busy season, Maisy blurted.
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Heck, is that all? Big Willy guffawed. Cousin Norman, if youre worried about missin out on some revenue cause of losin Maisy, you just tell me how much you want. Ill scrawl you out a check for whatever you need to cover what shed be bringin in for the next five years. Now, we got a deal? Five years worth, huh? Norman rubbed his chin in contemplation. Norman! Maisy bellowed as Big Willy squeezed her close. Gee, Wilson, Norman said, as tempting and generous as your offer is, and as much as Id love to accept it He slanted Maisy a questioning look and she shot back a toxic glare. He heaved a great sigh and continued, Im afraid its just not possible for Maisy to go. Because? Big Willy looked mighty perturbed. Because eh Norman licked his lips nervously. Because shes pregnant. Pregnant! Maisy and Big Willy shrieked in unison as the tall Texan shot up from his chair, dumping Maisy on the floor in the process. Ow. Maisy rubbed her butt as Norman and Big Willy helped her to her feet. But she aint even married. Well, Norman cleared his throat, yes, she is actually. I am? Maisy said, angling Norman a puzzled expression. Prompted by his coaxing look, Maisy said, I mean, I am. She smiled up at Big Willy. Im married. Folding his arms across his chest, Big Willy slanted Norman and Maisy a dubious look. Since when? June, Norman said, just as Maisy said, Last month. Knitting his eyebrows together, Big Willy barked, Well, which is it? Uh Norman and Maisy chorused as Norman stirred his little cup of espresso with a tiny silver spoon. The only sounds in the room for what seemed like a small eternity after that were his and Maisys thundering heartbeats and the incessant clinking of the spoon against the cup. Well, Norman finally offered, they were secretly married in June and they just made it public a month ago. He wiped his sleeve across his forehead. Isnt that right, Maisy? Right. We had to keep it a secret because of, uh Maisy threw a desperate glance at Norman. Because her husband was an illegal immigrant at the time, Norman said quickly. Huh? Big Willy removed his Stetson and scratched his head as Maisy shot Norman an incredulous look. Maisy married a foreigner? He said the word with distinct distaste. Its a long story. Norman waved his hand and shook his head. Very dull. Believe me, Wilson, you wouldnt be interested.

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Big Willy straightened to his full height and threw his shoulders back. Cocking his head in a menacing fashion, he asked, Just who is this foreign guy? Whats his name? Rudy. Rudy, uh, Schwarzenegger, Norman said, offering an apologetic shrug to Maisy. Rolling her eyes, Maisy groaned and slapped her hand to her forehead. Schwarzenegger? You mean like the foreign movie actor who went and got himself elected mayor? Governor, actually. Yes, exactly, Norman answered Big Willy through nervous bursts of laughter. He fished out his wallet, flipping to a photograph of Rudy that he removed. Maisy and Rudy had to keep their marriage a secret until Rudy became a citizen so it wouldnt reflect poorly on his cousinArnold. Maisy eyed Norman who had dissolved into manic, staccato laughter as he handed the photo to Big Willy. You know how the media loves to get its hands on a juicy story like that, Norman added. Peeking over Big Willys arm, Maisy eyed the photograph of Rudy, the handsome co-owner of Bavaria Haus and Normans lover since theyd met two weeks ago. The last time she saw Keller. The thought of Keller had her indulging in a wistful sigh as she glanced at the wall clock. Actually, it had been two weeks, one day, four hours and seventeen minutes since she left his winery. Not that she was keeping count or anything. Maisy hadnt heard a peep from him since. Well, no wonder. When Big Willy turned Rudys photo over, Maisy saw the inscription and cringed. To Normanwith love and affectionRudy, Big Willy read aloud. With a look of revulsion he looked up at Norman. Love and affection? Norman winced. Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Austrian men are more inclined to openly express emotion than American men, Maisy explained, swallowing hard. Rudy loves Norman like a brother, because Normans the one who introduced us and helped Rudy become an American citizen. Maisy blinked. Hell, she was becoming as inventive as Norman. Yeah, thats it, Norman said, nodding enthusiastically. Like a brother. Big Willys broad shoulders slumped. Well, shoot. Im downright broken hearted. He looked to Maisy who offered a gleeful shrug. A moment later he clapped his hands and broke into a broad grin. Well, Id say this is cause for a celebration. If you got yourself any plans for tonight, cancel em, cause Big Willys taking yall out to dinner. I want to meet the lucky son-of-a-gun who stole away my Maisy and shake his hand. No! Maisy and Norman blurted as their faces drained of color. Rudys sick, Norman offered at the same time Maisy said, Rudys working late. Exchanging horrified expressions, they expelled pained groans. Scowling, Big Willy crossed his arms over his expansive chest as his gaze flew back and forth. Theres somethin cockeyed goin on here and I dont mind tellin you that
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Im startin to get a might ticked off. Now I dont know if this is supposed to be some sort of Yankee humor you two are pullin, but Big Willy aint laughin. After a moment of utter stillness, Normans telltale laughter shattered the quiet. Youre right, Wilson, Maisy and I were just joshing. Guess some jokes just get lost in translation from North to South, huh? Cringing against the ferocity of his cousins scowl, Norman tugged at the loosened knot of his tie. He gave Big Willy a hearty slap on the back. Of course, well all have dinner with you tonight, Wilson. Her face contorting in alarm, Maisy screeched, Norman! Norman responded with a sick smile and a not-too-confident thumbs up sign. Good. Big Willy gave Norman a solid crack on the back that all but brought Norman to his knees. Thats more like it. Now, all I got to figure out is, with my darlin little Maisy here married and about to become a mama, he looked at Maisy who beamed a smile as she pooched out her belly and patted it, what am I gonna do for fun out there in the USSR all by my lonesome? Im mighty glad you asked that question, Wilson. Norman gave his cousin a sturdy whack on the back that didnt even cause Big Willy to budge. Whys that? Because, cousin o mine, I happen to know of a hot little flame-haired filly whod make your spurs spin and your Stetson steam, thats why. Maisys ears perked. Rubbing his hands together, Big Willy flashed a smile as he took a seat again. Always did have a thing for redheads. Im all ears, cousin. Planting her hands on her hips, Maisy smiled down at Big Willy. Well, Im awfully glad to see you were able to get over your broken heart so fast. Aw, honey, Big Willy said, patting his chest with one hand and Maisys ass with the other, you know youll always be number one with me. He tossed a charming wink before turning back to Norman. Now lets hear all about this little redheaded filly of yours, cousin.

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Chapter Fifteen
My cousins sending his limo to Maisys place about seven oclock, Norman said, absently gnawing on a knuckle. I wish we had more time to practice. He groaned and sagged at the feel of strong, capable hands kneading his neck and shoulder muscles. Its really important that were convincing. It will be fine, Liebling. Rudy nipped Normans earlobe with his teeth, causing Norman to suck in a sharp breath. I will make you proud in front of Big Wilson. Turning Norman to face him, Rudy offered a confident grin and an exuberant thumbsup sign. Big Willy, Norman corrected. He wanted to believe Rudy, he really did, but he had the sinking feeling they were dead meat. Yeahitll be a cinch, he muttered. No problem. Piece of cake. Ja. Apfelkuchen. Rudy grinned and nodded. Ehright. Norman groaned. Okay, lets go over it again, Rudy. He could feel the tension releasing in his shoulders. Rudys attention to his tight muscles was working. The big brawny blond was a master at massageamong other things. A prickle of desire inched up his spine at the thought of Rudys masterful cock. Sex with the big German was like Oktoberfestvigorous, heady, wild, fun and exhausting as hell. Who are you? Norman prompted, trying to ignore the way Rudys warm, musky, inviting scent filled his nostrils. There wasnt any time to play. It was imperative they spend every moment possible preparing for the dinner with Wilson. Clearing his throat, Rudy stopped the massage and hopped off the bed, standing in front of Norman and straightening his broad shoulders. Bad position. Very bad. Because it meant Norman had no choice but to look at Rudys oh-so-lickable, Conan-the-Barbarian body. All those bronzed, well-defined musclesthe barely there sprinkling of pale blond across his chest that trailed down his abs and led to his Damn, that bold cock of his never seemed to deflate. Normans groin tingled and he looked down at his own dick, watching as it bloomed joyously at the thought of another mind-boggling, wildly sensual romp between the sheets. A desirous groan rumbled in his chest. Rudy licked his lips and cleared his throat again, reminding Norman of a nervous, overgrown kid preparing to give a school recital. All he needed was a little bow tie. I am Maisys loving husband, who just became an American citizen, and we are going to have a little baby. I am also Arnold Schwarzeneggers cousin. Rudy furrowed

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his brow and rubbed his jaw. That could be a problem, Norman. Schwarzenegger is Austrian and Im German, he said proudly, puffing out his chest. Yeah, and? His gaze glued to those broad, expanding pecs of Rudys, Normans mouth went dry. Rudy looked at him as if he had two heads The accent and the mannerisms are completely different. They are? Norman said incredulously. He wondered what was different. Maybe it was a slight inflection when pronouncing ja, or perhaps it was the manner in which they held their steins when they were tossing back beer. No kidding? Rudys frown deepened. Ja. Norman focused on the sound of the word and shrugged. Damned if he could tell the difference. Rudy sounded just like Schwarzenegger to him, although he certainly wasnt about to insult Rudy by mentioning that little fact. I am not sure I can be a convincingable Austrian. I am worried that Big Wilson might get suspended. You mean suspicious. Norman did his best not to laugh at Rudys genuine look of concern and butchering of the English language. Believe me, Rudy, you dont have to worry about convincing my cousin. Anything thats not a Texas drawl sounds foreign to him. I am excited to meet him. I hear many stories from the time I am a child about cowboys and Texas. Im afraid Wilsons no cowboy. Hes a racist, a bigot and a horny sexist in a big ol Stetson. Norman sighed. And hes just going to think of you as a kraut-head. He offered an apologetic shrug. Since he is half German on his mamas side, that makes him half a head of fermented cabbage too, ja? Rudy asked, apparently in all seriousness. Norman chuckled. It never ceased to amaze him how this big, gorgeous, sexy towhead could have his cock stiff with a mere glance, yet keep him in stitches too. Yup, Rudy Haggenmacher was a prime example of German ingenuity at its best. Im afraid it doesnt work that way, Rudy. Big Willy thinks of himself as one hundred percent pure Texan. Period. That means, one, Norman began counting off on his fingers, anybody outside the Texas border is a foreigner. Two, anybody from across the ocean is the enemy and, three, anybody whos a homosexual is from another planet. And should be sent back as soon as possible. Preferably in tiny pieces. Wincing, Norman made a motion as if he were breaking matchsticks. A mask of solemnity pinching his features, Rudy harrumphed. Ja, I think I understand this type of man. We have them in Germany too. He crossed muscled arms over his chest, and Normans gaze locked on to his huge biceps and the magnificent pecs they bordered.

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Good, he said, tearing his gaze away. So for Gods sake, Rudy, whatever you do, Norman steepled his fingers and looked skyward, dont say or do anything that might lead Wilson to believe that were anything less than shining icons of macho virility and heterosexual manhood. Rudy looked clueless. This means what? Norman could help breathing an exasperated sigh. That were straight, he clarified. Heterosexual. Nein gay. Nicht queers. Not fairies. I dont want Wilson thinking were a couple of pansies. Get it? Ja. Dont worry, Liebling, Rudy said earnestly in his thick, melodic accent as he returned to the bed, scooping Norman into a hug and kissing the top of his head. Big Wilson will never suspect that you and I are queer pansy fairies from outer space. You can count on me to protect your proud, macho, manly, very unwomanly image. Norman just looked at Rudy silently for a moment. Great, he said finally, with a resigned smile. That makes me feel a whole lot better, he lied. We will belly up to the bar, pardner, Rudy boasted in what Norman imagined was his idea of a Texas drawl. Listen and listen up tight, Rudy added, sounding like a gay, German John Wayne. Ill be back, he added, and then broke into a grin. That was my Schwarzenegger imitation. What do you think? Norman thought it sounded exactly like Rudys regular voice. Superb, he said. For a moment I thought Arnold had come into the room. Good. Rudy nodded happily. Then I will use that voice tonight for Big Wilson so he will think Im from Austria. Norman sighed. Dead meat. Definitely. Rudy brushed his hands together, beaming a satisfied grin. All done, he announced. Das is gut. Now we have vigorful man-to-man sex, ja? Vigorous, Norman corrected absently, wondering if he should call the whole damn dinner with Wilson off, claiming a sudden three-way case of stomach flu. Wilson would no doubt be pissed, and damned suspicious. Norman supposed he could always come clean and just tell his cousin the truth. After all, theres no way he, Rudy and Maisy were going to pull off this charade. While Wilson might not be the brightest crayon in the box, hed see right through it. But, dammit, he owed it to Maisy to try. He had to make this work somehow. Had to make Wilson believe Rudy and Maisy were happy honeymooners and expectant parents. It was the only way Norman could think of to keep his amorous cousins mind off Maisy, and set his plan of getting rid of Sharon in action. His thoughts a mile away, Norman started at the delicious feeling of Rudys hot tongue traveling down his spine. Lodging in the little hollow just above his ass crack, it circled there a moment before slipping down farther, between his cheeks. Norman

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sucked in a breath. He hadnt yet discovered a single part of Rudys amazing body that wasnt supremely talented. We must have sex now, Rudy said. I cannot be close to your big, strong, musclebound, burly, naked body for very long without thinking about fucking you in a strong, masculine way. That had Normans dick granite hard at the same time it had him collapsing in laughter. Since he worked out periodically, Norman wasnt exactly cushy, but he knew he sure as hell wasnt muscle-bound, much less burly. You really know how to lay it on thick, dont you, Rudy? Norman gave him a playful whack on the back. Returning the whack, which almost sent Norman sailing across the bed, Rudy smiled broadly. Ja, I like to lay thick with you. My cock is very thick right now. Norman winced from the powerful collision of Rudys big paw with his back. He tried to flex his biceps. This is getting ridiculous. Ive got to get back to the gym and build myself up. You look just fine to me. Rudy yanked Norman into an affectionate squeeze and wrapped his hand around Normans cock. You are very perfect to my eyes. Your body feels good in my hands, and you have good heart, Liebling. You are everything I could ever want in a lover. Lowering his head, his tongue flicked out and laved the swollen head of Normans cock. Oh my darling boy, Norman breathed. Where have you been all my life? He still couldnt believe he was lucky enough to have a man as sensational as Rudy for his lover. I was in Germany, remember? Rudy answered. He slid his tongue up and down the length of Normans erection, pausing to lap up the pearl of glistening pre-cum at the tip. Too lost in passion to laugh at Rudys literal response to his question, Norman felt his insides light up with a buoyant sensation hed never experienced with another man. Joy. True, unbridled and complete. He never would have believed it, but in the short time hed known Rudy Haggenmacher, Norman had fallen in love with him. Deeply. And the sex? Holy shit. There were simply no words. Time now for good, hot, sticky sex, Rudy announced, heading to Normans nightstand drawer and pulling out lube and condoms. I will fuck you good, Liebling, he said, tearing the foil packet with his gleaming white teeth. I will make you come so many times you will be too happy and tired to be nervous about Big Wilson. He rolled the condom on and returned to the bed. Before he could say, sounds good to me, Norman found himself being tossed into fucking position as if he weighed no more than a slab of Wiener Schnitzel. Oh yeah, there was definitely something to be said for having Conan as your lover. An instant later, large hands grasped Normans ass cheeks, digging into the firm muscles. God, those hands of Rudys were magic.
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A substantial finger, slick with lube, pushed against Normans anus, making Norman shudder with anticipation. Rudys broad finger always felt incredibly good as it stretched and explored Normans hole, better even than some cocks hed had up his ass. While Norman waited impatiently to have Rudys finger slide into the first ring of muscle, Rudy took his sweet time, drawing a circle with his fingertip around the taut opening. The man knew just how long to prolong the anticipation, increase the sweet agony of waiting. Your ass is like a big, full moon, Rudy said, and Norman knew it was meant to be a compliment. Growling, he clamped his teeth on Normans ass cheek and bit down, making Norman tense, clenching his cheeks at the unexpected act. Just when Norman thought hed go insane with longing, he felt the finger at his ass replaced by Rudys warm, wet tongue. Oh Jesus, Norman moaned. Rudys tongue rimmed the puckered hole while he fisted Normans cock, stroking slowly, firmly, from base to head. Norman broke out in sweat when Rudys tongue pushed past the muscle and into Normans hole. Both men indulged in protracted groans as Rudys tongue pressed deeper into his ass. As soon as Rudys tongue slipped from Normans hole, Rudy shoved his finger deep in its place, twisting and turning. Sliding in and out, back and forth until Norman wanted to crawl the walls from an overdose of sheer bliss. I like to hear the cloud nine sounds you make when I do this, Rudy said. Norman had no clue what Rudy meant, but at the moment the last thing he cared about was helping his lover master his English. Ahhh, Liebling, what a fucker you are. Norman bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Rudy was killing him in more ways than one. A protracted groan escaped his throat as Rudys skilled finger massaged his prostate, making Norman downright shudder with delight. You make my balls tight, Rudy told him, before my cock is even inside fucking you. I never be so happy fucking with anyone else, Norman. Same here, Rudy. Youre amazing. I swear to God, you have magic fingers. You have no idea how great that feels. Mmmmmyeahthats so damn good Not so great as this, I bet, Rudy responded, trading his finger for his cock and pushing into Normans ass. Normal yelped with pleasure at the sweet, thick invasion. Each time Rudy fucked him, Norman felt like he was being stretched impossibly wide. But after a few seconds, his hole relaxed and he accepted another inch of Rudys seemingly endless cock. The sheer rapture of being filled greatly surpassed any discomfort. His fist clenched, Rudy continued his steady stroking action on Normans cock, mimicking the slow glide of his dick in and out of Normans ass. Nipping Normans

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buttocks with his teeth, Rudy treated him to a hypnotic pace of dual fucking, inching Norman toward what promised to be a thunderous climax. Oh ja, das is gut. You are so pinching tight inside, Rudy grunted. Like a vise. Like a squeezable fist. Soon my cock is exploding with passion. That makes two of us, Norman managed, aware of his body tightening in anticipation of impending climax. He felt the pulling, tickling sensation in his balls snake up into his gut. The potent sensation captured Norman in entirety as the first vigorous waves of release took hold. His body going rigid, there was that one glorious instant, that perfect moment of otherworldly existence where pain commingled with pleasure in an almost unbearable rush of ecstasy. And then, cupped by Rudys hand, Norman came in torrents. Ja, jaI feel your vibrations, Rudy roared as Normans ass clenched and unclenched around his cock. His fingers dug into Normans buttocks and, bucking hard, he shot his load of cum into Normans ass Ach, du lieber! Rudy belted out at the same time Norman yelled, Holy shit! And then they collapsed together into a well-sated heap.

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The doorbell rang and Hershey raced to the door, barking. Thats my good little guard dog. Maisy laughed as she reached down to pet Hershey who gratefully lapped up the attention. She opened the door to find a mesmerizing, blond mountain of a man flashing a gleaming white-toothed smile down at her. Hi, Rudy, nice to see you again. Come on in. Guten Abendgood evening, Maisy, Rudy said in his considerable accent, nodding a polite half-bow. Do I look good enough to be your husband? Holding his arms out to the sides, he turned left and right. Taking in the striking Germans smart, charcoal-gray suit, crisp, French-cuffed white shirt and conservative tie, Maisy eased into a smile and nodded. The guy was a knockout, a certified heart-stopping hunk. Oh yeah. You look just fine, Rudy. Amazing, in fact. Good. My sister Marta picked out this suit. She said it made me look like a sexy American husband. He smiled proudly. You look very amazing too, in your fancy dress, Maisy. Zaftig. Maisy felt herself blush as she smoothed the skirt of her little black dress. Black hides a multitude of sins, she said. She glanced to the left and right of Rudy. I thought you and Norman were coming together. Im here, Norman said, stepping out from behind the big German and wiggling his fingers in a wave. Hes deliciously big, isnt he? Makes me feel like Im thin. He brushed his hand along the arm of Rudys jacket and Maisy caught the look of affection that passed between them.

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Hershey, stop that, she said, noticing her curious little dog spent more time sniffing this stranger than most. Shame on you. Thats not very polite. Contentedly planting himself next to Rudys leg, Hershey cocked his head and looked up adoringly as he licked his chops. Rudy laughed as he splayed his huge hands, turning them to and fro. It must be the sauerbraten I was preparing this afternoon. The ginger smell stays on the skin for a long time. Eau de Kraut, Norman offered. Its my favorite new scent. Rudy laughed. It was one of those laughs that began at the eyes and lit up his face. Norman is so funny. He always makes me laugh. Maisy looked at Norman, who stood there looking as sweet and innocent as a cherub. Oh hes a riot, all right, she said with a smirk. Rudy, are you sure you dont mind going along with this whole ridiculous charade tonight? I feel terrible that you got roped into this. Mind? Norman said. Of course he doesnt mind. Do you, Rudy? Rudy draped his arm around Normans shoulder. Of course not, Liebling. I would do anything to make you happy. What does Liebling mean? Maisy asked. Rudy gazed down at Norman with a lovestruck grin. It means darling. She smiled when she saw Normans cheeks flush. It was obvious hed flipped for Rudy in a big way. They really did seem perfect for each other. You do not have to worry about anything tonight, Maisy, Rudy assured. I will make sure Big Wilson will never guess in a million years that Norman and I are from another planet. Ohwell, thats, umthats good, Maisy said, shifting a questioning glance toward Norman. Rudy squeezed Normans arm in a buddy hug. Tonight Norman and I are macho, manly men who only like to fuck with women. Thats great, isnt it, Maisy? Norman offered with what looked to Maisy like a highly uncertain smile. And then he let forth with a staccato giggle. Thats when Maisy knew for certain they were sunk.

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Chapter Sixteen
Mellifluous sounds of a string quartet floated gently on the air. Silver, fine china and crystal gleamed in the golden flicker of candlelight and the soft glow of the grand chandeliers overhead. The ambience of Montagues, an upscale restaurant in downtown Chicago, was subdued, stylish and elegant. The foursome was seated in a roomy semicircle booth upholstered with finegrained black leather so yielding it felt like cashmere. It was by far the ritziest, and no doubt priciest, restaurant in which Maisy had ever dined. That was probably the only advantage to dining out on Big Willys tab. Give me the biggest, best doggone steak ya got, son, with all the fixins, Big Willy addressed the young male server. And tell the cook I want it well-done. Ill advise the chef of your request, sir, the server said. Now when I say well-done, Big Willy raised his finger for emphasis, I mean I wanna see that sucker blacker than a spear-chuckers heinie, ya got that? A collective groan could be heard around the table. It was all Maisy could do to keep from whapping the big Texan oaf upside the head with her menu and hightail it out of the restaurant. Oh dear God, she moaned, massaging her temples. Could you possibly be any more embarrassing? Well sure I can, honey, Big Willy said with a broad, lazy smile. Just give me a chance. The nights still young and weve got lots of drinks comin our way. He winked, no doubt imagining he looked charming as hell. Which he did, but he was still an unrelenting, obnoxious, bigoted jerk. Lifting an eyebrow, the nice-lookingalmost prettyserver, crisply attired in the restaurants uniform of white shirt and black bowtie, sniffed as he looked down his nose at Big Willy. Most definitely, he said with a slight huff. And keep those drinks comin too, all around the table. Big Willy doesnt want to see any empty glasses in front of his dinner guests, ya hear? Ill alert your cocktail server to your wishes. Will there be anything elsesir? The word clearly stuck in the effeminate young mans throat. Nope, thatll do it for now. Just keep in mind, boy, that Im very generous when I get good service and I aint a happy cowpoke when I dont. Shifting his jaw from side to side, the server closed his eyes in a long blink. Maisy could only imagine what was going through his head. One thing she knew for certain after tonight shed never be able to step foot in this restaurant again.

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I assure you, the young man said, Ill do my best to accommodate your needssir. With that, he left the table. Kind of a pretty boy, if you know what I mean, Big Willy said, snickering as he elbowed Norman. One of them delicate, pansy types. He made a limp-wrist gesture for effect. Neither Maisy, Norman nor Rudy dared move a muscle. In fact, they didnt even breathe. Big Willy swatted the table with an open palm, which succeeded in getting their full attention. So yer the foreign fella that stole my sweet little Maisy away from me, huh? He eyed Rudy up and down. I was jealous as all get-out when I learned Id lost Maisys heart. Especially to a foreigner. You aint half bad lookin, though. Tell me about yourself, boy. He swigged down half a glass of bourbon, sat back against the cushy, oversized black-leather booth and folded his arms across his chest. Yes, Big Wilson Big Willy Oh yes, sorry. Big Willy. Clearing his throat, Rudy sat up straight and placed his arm stiffly around Maisys shoulder. My name is Rudolph Schwarzenegger, he announced, sounding like a game show host reading from cue cards. I am from He cleared his throat again, looked left, then right and swallowed hard. Austria. When he didnt detect any signs of disbelief emanating from Big Willy, he continued. I am Maisys dreadfully passionate and strongly loving husband, and the papa of the little baby growing inside her stomach. We are delighted newlyweds. He mechanically kissed Maisy on the cheek as she bit the inside of it to keep from laughing. Rudy was so buff, so handsome, so endearingso unbelievably wooden and ill at ease. My female wife and I created the baby by having numerous sex together in the regular way. Rudy grinned. Maisy and Norman groaned. I soon ago became an American citizen, Rudy went on, placing his other arm around Normans shoulder and squeezing. Thanks to my strong, extremely macho and masculine friend Norman. Go ahead, Norman, make a big muscle for everyone to show them how strong and manly you are. Clearly proud of his stilted performance, Rudy flashed a bright smile while Maisy and Norman sank down in their seats. Uh-huh, Big Willy said, nodding with a curious expression. After a contemplative moment, during which he stuffed half a buttered roll into his mouth, and the other three sat on the edge of their seats awaiting his reaction while he chewed, he simply shrugged and turned to Norman.

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So, cousin, when do I get to meet this little filly you want to set me up with? he asked, stuffing the other half of the roll in his mouth and talking around it. Well, Wilson Norman began. Draining his glass of bourbon and swallowing, Big Willy gave the glass a solid whack against the linen-covered table, making his dining companions as well as those at nearby tables jump. He held the empty glass aloft and snapped his fingers toward a passing cocktail server while giving a shrill whistle. Hey, there, sweet thing, he yelled to the female server. We need another round of joy juice here, darlin Silence enveloped the room. All eyes were on their table as diners transmitted harsh, disapproving looks and whispered to each other about the uncultured, boisterous lout and his probably equally loutish dinner companions. This here sure is a great little beef barn, aint it? Big Willy asked the other three at his table, clearly oblivious to the tension that hung over the room like a shroud. Maisy wanted to die. Once the deafening silence in the dining room subsided, Norman inched forward in his seat, leaning his arms and hands on the table. Okay, Wilson, heres the deal. Youve got a whole bunch of investment properties in the Chicago area that you want to liquidate before you leave the country, right? Yup. Big Willy nodded. Well I just happen to know of a sexy hot-shot little Realtor named Sharon Fitch Morganfield Morganfield? Big Willy cut in. Hold on there. Didnt that used to be Maisys name before it was Schwarzenegger? Eh Norman waved his hand. Yeah, yeah, Ill get to that part later. Anyway, Sharons got the know-how and experience to get the job done for you and maybe Norman jiggled his eyebrows. Just maybe, shed be willing to perform a few other services for someone with all youruh Money? Big Willy offered, laughing. Charm, Maisy said quickly. Someone with all of your irresistible Texas charm. And sex appeal. Why, money cant even begin to compare to your other attributes, Big Willy. Nearly choking on the words, Maisy batted her eyelashes and smiled adoringly. Aw, you sweet little thing. Big Willy flashed Maisy a charismatic smile. Yall better be careful or youre gonna make your hubby there jealous. You are right, Big Wilson. I am very jealous of your Texas sex charm, Rudy offered. Big Willy gave him a dubious look and Maisy sighed. Getting back to Sharon, Norman said, chomping on a forkful of the salad their server had just set before him. The only caveat is that Big Willy screwed his features. The only what? Skip the ten-dollar words, cousin, and give it to me in plain American English.
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Stipulation, Norman substituted. The only rule, he amended when he saw that his cousin still looked clueless. All righty. Big Willy smiled and nodded. Rules I understand. Go ahead. The only rule is that you cant let Sharon know that Maisy and I set this whole thing up. Or that youre my cousin. Or that you even know either one of us. At all. A clipped spurt of staccato laughter tumbled from his throat. Mmm, great creamy garlic dressing, dont you think? Norman turned to Maisy, who figured she probably looked about as green as their salads. With a sneer, Big Willy pushed away his salad. Texans dont eat that little, piddly rabbit food. I dont get it, cousin. Why the big secret? Funny thing. Norman let forth with a volley of telltale laughter then licked his lips nervously. You see, Sharons the widow of Maisys ex-husband. And lets just say theyre not exactly on the best of terms. Sounds reasonable enough. Big Willy nodded. So why cant I tell her youre my cousin? Eh Norman tugged at his collar and looked toward Maisy for help. Well, uh Unable to come up with a good reason, Maisy just shrugged and sank down a little farther in her seat. At this rate, before long shed be on the floor. Clearly picking up on the dilemma at hand, Rudy took a break from wolfing down his salad. Broadcasting a wide smile, he slapped Norman on the back. Because Sharon and my virile, robust, masculine friend Norman used to be sexual lovers. But she detests him now because she found out he is a wild sex machine who was also sexing many other women every day. Oh God, Norman and Maisy said in unison as he choked on his salad and she sprayed a mouthful of Riesling across the table. Receiving dual whacks on the back from Rudy and Big Willy, Norman fell forward, smacking his forehead onto the rim of his salad plate. Ow, Norman said in a small voice. Is that all? Big Willy asked. Well, shoot, why didnt you say so in the first place, cousin? He reached over and jabbed Norman in the arm with what he figured was a playful punch. Ow. You ol hound dog. Thats perfectly understandable. Norman shot up in his seat. It is? he said in surprise, wiping salad dressing from his forehead and wincing in pain. He shot a caustic look at Rudy who smiled proudly and gave a thumbs-up sign. Maisy watched Norman shake his head in resignation and sigh. It was obvious the big, dopey, gorgeous, good-hearted German was bound and determined to preserve his lovers macho image.
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Why sure, Big Willy said. A man cant help givin in to his natural urges. Thatll teach ya to be more careful about gettin caught next time, cuz. Sporting a conspirators wink, he gave Norman another enthusiastic slap on the back. Norman just mouthed a silent ow this time. Now dont you or Maisy worry none, Cousin Norman. I wont let on to Sharon that I know either of you. Big Willy cocked his head and studied Norman. You okay, cousin? Youre lookin kinda green around the gills. Oh yeah, Im peachyjust peachy. Norman gingerly fingered the growing egg on his forehead and grinned. Being the strong, sturdy man that he is, Rudy offered, Norman hardly even feels pain. Isnt that right, my macho buddy? Rudy gave Norman another hearty slap on the back. Cringing, Norman uttered something resembling a sad, sick laugh. Oh yeah. Me strong like bull, he muttered weakly. While Norman deserved to be thrashed for getting Maisy in this mess, as well as all the others, she had to admit she felt sorry for him. The poor guy would probably be sore for the next two weeks. The entrees were brought to the table. The server stood with his hands behind his back after placing a charred-beyond-recognition burnt offering in front of Big Willy. The chef would like to know if he has succeeded in achieving the proper shade of ebony for your steak, sir. A determined look etched across his features, Big Willy sawed through the big leathery slab and shoved a piece in his mouth. After an inordinate amount of time chewing, he swallowed. Mmm-mmm! Bobbing his head up and down, Big Willy tossed a wink at the server. Son, you go tell that cook of yours that he did a right fine job with this here piece of cattle. Im sure hell be delighted to hear that. The server offered a brisk nod before departing. Them prissy, fussy little fellas, Big Willy said, jabbing his fork in the air toward the retreating server, make the best waiters, dont they? Guess its either that or bein a hairdresser, florist or a dancer. He shrugged. The little dandies aint fit for anythin else, know what I mean? He stuffed a chunk of burned leather in his mouth and proceeded to give his jaw muscles a workout. Yes, Norman and I know what you mean. Rudy nodded vehemently. Dont we, Norman? Oh yeah, absolutely, Norman agreed. Ja, because we are such manly men who love to have sex only with women. Like you, Big Wilson, we are not liking the kind of dandy men who act like they are from

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other planets. We detest them. We spit on them. After making a ptooey gesture, Rudy offered Norman, who sat in horrified, drop-jawed amazement, a confident wink. Something akin to an ailing groan escaped Maisys lips. She knew it was going to be bad, but not this bad. You know, Rudy, Big Willy said, tsking as he angled his head, you kraut-heads sure as heck got a funny way of talkin. Ja. Thats because I am German. Austrian, Norman quickly corrected. Oh yes, I mean Austrian, Rudy agreed. Sometimes I even forget where I am from. He broke into nervous laughter. That is an Austrian joke, Big Wilson. I made it because I am Austrian, not German. Big Willy just eyed Rudy for a moment. Maisy could almost see the gears and wheels turning inside his head. Of course, she highly doubted that there were any workings whatsoever in that melon that sat atop his broad shoulders. You do an awful lot of talkin about macho this and manly that, Rudy. Big Willy gestured with his fork in the air. But here you got the purdiest little thang sittin right there next to you and you aint even made a move to plant a smooch on that little ladys kisser yet. Rudy paled and swallowed hard. Norman buried his head in his hands and Maisy offered up a silent prayer. Now, Big Willy continued, if that was my little filly sittin next to me, especially if we was still newlyweds like you, youd better believe Id be a whole lot more attentive. Thats fer dang sure. Believe me, Norman said, Rudy cant keep his hands off Maisy when theyre in private. Hes, uhhes just being on his best behavior tonight. With an exaggerated wink, Norman nudged Big Willy with his elbow. Thats true, Maisy confirmed. Hes like a sex-crazed animal. Arent you, Rudy? She smiled and pinched Rudys cheek. Yes, a crazy animal. Rudy nodded. That is why I cannot keep my hands off Maisys zaftig bodyeven when we are in a restaurant. Since we were seated, I have been rubbing against her big, beautiful breasts and Rudy cleared his throat and swallowed hard. And my fingers have been very attentive to the sex spot between her legs, under the table where you cannot see, Big Wilson. Maisy gasped. Rudy! she blurted, knocking her wineglass over as she turned to face her pseudo husband. Oh God, Norman said, shaking his head and dissolving into sickly, pained laughter. Oh God Well, hot damn! Score one for the kraut-head! Big Willy whacked the table hard as he broke into laughter.
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Man, you foreigners sure are sneaky little rascals, thats fer dang sure. Well, I reckon thatd explain why Maisys been lookin kinda funny on and off all night. Big Willy gave Maisy an appraising once-over and winked. As sheer, unmitigated horror skewed her features, Maisy whispered, This isnt happening. Closing her eyes, she massaged her temples and scrunched low in her seat. Please, God, tell me this is all just a bad dream. Aw, a little pleasurin under the table aint nothin to be embarrassed about, Maisy, honey. Big Willy tossed another charming wink. After all, hes your husband, aint he? Maisy opened her eyes and glared at Big Willy. It would be so easy just to whip off her high heel, aim for that smug, good ol boy puss of his and send her shoe careening across the table. Yes, she said instead, aiming a deadly, warning glare at Rudy. But there are some things ladies and gentlemen simply do not discuss, or allude to, especially when theyre at the dinner tablein public. She yearned to escape by seeping into the intricately detailed carpet and becoming one with the fibers. Ich bin traurig, Rudy said. I am sorry, he quickly translated, apparently realizing he hadnt spoken in English after Big Willy gave him a what-the-hell look. I should not have mentioned our happy secret pleasure under the table. But as a manly animal, who enjoys sex with his female wife, I cannot help myself from bragging. He beamed a bright smile and turned to Maisy. Liebling, my beautiful, zaftig wife, you are always very sexy and desiring to me, Rudy said, placing his arm around her. It is so hard to keep my hands from your body. Maisy didnt know whether to laugh or cry. Yes, yes, I know, she said through a sigh as she patted Rudys face. It was impossible to be angry with the big lummox. After all, it wasnt his fault Norman had roped him into this disaster. Rudys earnest attempts to be a convincing, loving, heterosexual husband were really very sweet. Awfully strange, but sweet. It certainly wouldnt be fair to blame poor Rudy if this crazy idea of Normans flopped. Norman. Maisy shifted her gaze to him. Suddenly she wasnt feeling quite so sorry for him. In fact, she could easily have him drawn and quartered for putting her through this humiliating charade. Ich liebe Dich, Rudy said to Maisy. That means I love you, he explained to Big Willy. And I love the little baby we have made from having sex so many numerous times together. I love you too, Rudy, Maisy said wearily. Kiss-kiss. Offering a drained smile, she kissed the air between them. Evidently mistaking that as a cue, Rudy grabbed Maisy and nailed her to the back of the booth with a head-spinning humdinger of a kiss. One of his hands was at Maisys crotch while the other was clamped to her breast, kneading.

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Flabbergasted, she slapped her hands against the back of the booth and shot a frantic, wide-eyed look at Normanwho clearly wasnt going to be of any help because he looked just as stupefied as Maisy. Well, hot damn! Big Willy said, smacking the table with his big paw. Now thats the way its done in the good old U S of A. Aint that right, cousin? He laughed and elbowed Norman. A disquieting expression across his features, Norman let go with a weak, squeaky laugh. Darn tootin, Big Willy, he said with a wink, feebly punching the air with his fist. Maisy wasnt sure what surprised her more, Rudys impulsive, speed-of-light move or the fact that he was such a phenomenally good kisser. If this wasnt one of the worst moments of her life she could really get into that succulent kiss of his. But right now she had to get the big, muscle-bound German off her before her lungs collapsed. Shifting in her seat and pushing against Rudys massive chest, Maisys eyes darted from left to right and grew as large as pie tins as she spied an all-too-familiar man coming their way. No, her thoughts screamed. Oh God, no! Please God, please dont let that be Keller. I swear, Lord, I promise on Normans Grandma Gerts grave that Ill denounce chocolate for the next six months if you just let it be someone else No doubt about it. It was Keller Fitch all right. Maisy shoved with all her might but the determined German wouldnt budge. She guessed he had a point to prove to Big Willy and he was bound and determined to prove it. Great. Just great. Making frantic sounds through their kiss, Maisy shifted her eyes to Norman and back to Keller in the hopes that Norman would see him coming and could do something to get Rudy off her. Unfortunately, by the time Norman picked up on Maisys signals and realized what was happening, Keller and the shapely brunette with him were striding by their table. Oh shit, Norman said, leaning his elbow on the table and covering his eyes with his hand. Oh yeah, that really helped. Maisys heart sank. Nonchalantly glancing toward their table as he passed by, Keller caught a glimpse of the kissing couple who were making a public spectacle of themselves. He did a classic cartoon double take when he realized the woman was Maisy. While Maisy sank down in the seat to escape detection, the counterfeit smooch ripened into a full-blown lusty exhibition as Rudy, still passionately attached at the mouthand tonguesank down right along with her.

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Chapter Seventeen
Why. Just tell me why you think I would do something so unbelievably stupid as to arrange for Keller to come to the same restaurant as us last night, Norman said the next afternoon. Hed toiled so hard to set things right for Maisy and Keller and she was being terribly ungrateful. Because thats your nature. Maisy lowered the passenger side visor of Normans Cadillac, checked herself out in the mirror and groaned You sound like a sick cow, Maisy. Ive never worn so much makeup before in my life. I barely even recognize myself. I look like a vampire in this black wig. Nonsense. You look amazing. Verygothic. Now stop griping. Of all the restaurants in Chicagoland, youre going to tell me Keller just happened to choose the same one? She slammed the visor back in place. I dont buy it, Norman. Not for a minute. Use your head, Maisy. Why would I go through the trouble of concocting such a brilliant plan only to Brilliant? Maisy scoffed. Norman Stanley, you are certifiable, do you know that? It was brilliant. It worked, didnt it? Wilsons off your back because hes convinced youre happily married and hes got an appointment to see Sharon this afternoon. Besides, he patted Maisys hand, Big Willy chose the restaurant, not me. It was sheer coincidence that Keller was there. Do you think he recognized me? Cringing, Norman couldnt avoid spilling forth with a volley of nervous laughter as he remembered watching Kellers classic double take. And the way hed craned his neck as Maisy and Rudy slid down the seat of the booth in what looked like the heat of passion. Ehyeah, Im afraid so, he admitted. There really wasnt any use lying about it. Half the restaurant was aghast at the tawdry display. Norman tugged at his shirt collar and stretched his neck. Oh Norman Maisys shoulders slumped as she gave in to an involuntary shudder. What must he think? Norman sure as hell wasnt about to tell poor Maisy the truth. She was too close to killing him in cold blood as it was. That youre a passionate and desirable young woman who cant keep her suitors at arms length, he said instead. Ill bet Keller was jealous as hell when he saw Rudy climbing all over you like that.
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Either that or he thinks Im a cheap tramp whos into exhibitionism. Norman figured that was probably closer to the truth. He cocked his head thoughtfully. That could be a definite turn-on. In fact, Im betting Keller made good use of a bottle of hand lotion and a box of tissues last night when he was thinking about that hot little scene with you and Rudy. Norman, thats terrible. Maisy slapped his arm. Did you get a load of that sexy brunette draped over his arm? Youre exaggerating. She wasnt draped. There wasnt even any body contact between them. But she was sexy. Wellmaybe a little, Norman admitted with a hesitant shrug. The woman was a definite knockout. Cover girl material. Maybe shes a business associate. You mean like his chief grape crusher, perhaps? Grape crusher. Norman laughed. Thats a good one. Beaming a sprightly smile, he glanced toward Maisy, who sported a sullen glare. What if theyre lovers? I doubt it, he lied, but thats all the more reason for us to proceed with phase two of our plan so you can snag Keller and reel him in before the grape crusher has a chance to bottle him up all for herself. Norman grinned, quite pleased with his wittiness. Very metaphoric. Maisy rolled her eyes. Whats with this our plan stuff? This incredibly moronic phase two idea is solely your brainchild, Norman. Well, I just hate to hog all the credit. Come on, Maisy, its an ingenious plan, and you know it. Seizing a quick glance in the rearview mirror, Norman sprouted a wry grin as he fingered the brim of his hat. He was the epitome of style. Class personified. Just look at us. My point exactly. Look at us! She flipped down the visor again and gazed into the mirror. We look like Boris and Natasha for chrissakes. Norman chuckled. Boris and Natasha. I like that. Very funny. I guess its better than going into Henshaw Realtors looking like Rocky and Bullwinkle, huh? That remains to be seen, Maisy huffed. I cant believe Im actually going along with this cockeyed scheme of yours. What if Sharon recognizes us? Relax, Maisy. Its not going to happen. With that long black wig and those big dark glasses youre wearing, shell never suspect a thing. And with my dapper new mustache, Norman patted the fake mustache that was spirit gummed above his upper lip, and my snappy fedora and dark glasses, that little bitch wouldnt recognize me in a million years. Norman slapped Maisys hand away before she could gnaw on a fingernail. You have to remember not to do that, he instructed. Theyll come off.

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Maisy glanced at the fake, long crimson nails shed donned to complete her undercover agent look and groaned. She checked herself out in the mirror again. This red lipstick is so dark its practically black. No its not. Its movie-siren crimson. My show business friend told me so. Hes a female impersonator, Norman. Thats what I look like. And I still dont see why you insisted on penciling in the fake beauty mark above the corner of my mouth. It looks ridiculous. Its a necessary component of the disguise. What if Keller comes into the real estate office to visit his sister while were there? Id die if he caught us. How would I ever explain something like this in a million years? Norman studied Maisys appearance and shrugged. Granted, it might be a little difficult to explain, but A little? Norman sighed. Honestly, Maisy, youre such a worrywart. Even if Keller bumped into you head-on, hed never know you in that get-up. Trust me. Why is it whenever I hear you say those words I shudder right down to my liver, Norman? Because youre being silly. Maisy, nobodys going to think were anything more than an average married couple interested in buying a house. He gave Maisy a sideways glance. Of course, if youd rather we didnt go, I can always turn back. I really couldnt care less. Maisy stretched her hands in front of her, studying the glossy red talons. Norman knew he had her. Okay, lets just call it off then. Ill turn around at the corner and we can head back. Maisy folded her arms across her chest and stared at Norman a minute, smirking. Quit trying to bait me, Norman. You know damn well I want to go. Ive got to see what transpires between the slut and the cowboy with my own eyes. Thats my girl. Norman beamed a smile. Well only stay long enough to see how everything is progressing with our little matchmaking venture and then well skedaddle out of there. Its a cinch. Trust me.

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Gotta go, Sharon Fitch Morganfield said into the telephone. My one oclocks here. From what I understand, hes got mega bucks. She cackled at her friends comment. Are you kidding? she replied. I dont care if hes deaf, blind, bald and limbless. She cackled again. As long as hes got big bucks Im his girl. Hell, after being tied down to that cheating bastard husband of mine, I damn well deserve to meet someone

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loaded. Someone who can give me the life I deserve. Furs, diamonds, a mansion with my very own hunky pool boy Another cackle. After some final chitchat, Sharon planted the receiver in the cradle, stood up and adjusted her skin-hugging navy knit dress. She knew she looked hot because shed gotten those poisonous glares from the other women in the office when she came in earlier. The sort of looks that telegraphed envy. Sharon looked down at her conspicuous cleavage and smiled. God, I love these new tits. A quick lipstick check and a fluff of her hair and she was off to the lobby to greet her new client. Well, lookee here, the big, strapping cowboy said, giving Sharon a slow, agreeable once-over as she rounded the corner and introduced herself. Danged if you aint just as purdy as my cousinuh, I mean, my business associate, said you were. Come on over here, little lady and let me get a good look at you. Sharon momentarily found herself at a loss for words. And that was rare. The tall, handsome Texan in the costly Stetson, expensive duds and megabucks cowboy boots was magnificent. Not at all what shed expected. Well howdy there, big fella, she cooed, her eyelashes all a-flutter. God damn, this guy was a stud. Her pussy was drooling already. Youre not so hard on the eyes yourself, she added, planting her hands on her hips and thrusting her new tits forward. She looked down at the card in her hand. Wilson Jasper. Who was it that referred you to me, Mr. Jasper? The cowboy doffed his Stetson. Names Big Willy, maam. He winked and Sharons eyes flashed with interest. From his smooth, confident stance shed bet he was bigall over. Her gaze fell to the bulge at his crotch and her cunt watered again. He stroked his jaw and shook his head slowly. Cant rightly say as how I remember exactly who referred me, maam. A man in my powerful position deals with so many important people on a daily basis its hard to remember one from another. A corporate chairman here, a news anchor there, a Saudi sheik here, a governor there Big Willy shrugged. After a while all them big shots just sorta run together if ya know what I mean, maam. The door behind them opened and a couple came in. After exchanging a few words, the receptionist showed the trench coat-garbed pair to one of the wall-of-windows offices lining the real estate offices interior. Of course. Sharon nodded, returning her full attention to the Southern-fried prize before her. I understand completely, Big Willy. She liked saying his name. It was sopromising. She downright trembled as she allowed her gaze to take in every inch of the to-die-for cowboy. Oh yeah, shed have this choice cut lassoed, naked and busting her bronco before the night was over.

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Big Willy? she said, stepping close and fingering the silver state-of-Texas-shaped slide on his bolo string tie. He looked down at her with a lazy, liquid smile. Yes, maam? Call me Sharonplease. Sharon, Big Willy repeated, clasping her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing her fingers as he gazed into her eyes. The big gorgeous hunk of Texas beef had her so on edge with expectation, Sharon nearly climaxed right there in the middle of Henshaw Real Estates lobby.

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Did you see that? Norman whispered. Whatd I tell you? Shes drooling all over Wilson. She cant wait to fuck him. Maisy lowered her dark glasses just enough to peer over the frames. Ive gotta hand it to you, Norman, she said softly. You were right on target with this one. She gazed quickly around the room and breathed in a sharp exclamation. Tugging on the sleeve of Normans trench coat, she said, Norman, look. Up there on the shelf. Norman looked up to see a row of wine bottles from Kellers Cellars. Good luckbest wishesmuch happiness he read aloud from the labels. All the labels are personalized. Must be names of buyers and their new addresses. Yeah, theyre sales gifts. Keller told me about it that day we went on the picnic. Maisy hated what happened every time she mentioned or even thought about Keller. Her insides got all primed, hot, wet and ready for a delicious invasionone that would probably never happen. Even now as she sat in a public place, looking like a Russian transvestite, her panties got moist and her clit gave a little quiver of anticipation. She was hopeless. Her growing arsenal of multi-featured vibrators was getting one hell of a workout lately. She was going broke on batteries. Clever idea, Norman said, snapping Maisy back to the present. Id like to look into personalized wine bottles for our clients. Shhh, Maisy said, putting her finger to her lips. Theyre coming this way. Sharon led Big Willy to the office right next to Norman and Maisys. You just take a seat there, cowboy, and get comfy while I get you that cup of coffee, Sharon cooed. That was four sugars and no cream. Black as A spear-chuckers heinie, Big Willy finished. Sharon giggled. Thats such a cute little phrase. Not near as cute as you are, lil lady. Maisy wanted to gag. Eeew, theyre absolutely made for each other, she whispered.

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Hate to say I told you so. Norman reveled in a smug smile. Actually, thats not true. I love saying it. An eager-looking man entered the office and extended his hand to Norman. Im Joe Fletcher. I understand you and the missus are in the market for a new house. Norman cleared his throat. Yes, wed like to take a look through some of your listings, he said in an indeterminate accent, his voice a full octave lower than normal. He ignored Maisys questioning expression. Norman had conveniently neglected to mention the fact that theyd be using foreign accents. Certainly. Just let me get a little bit of information from you, the salesman said as he positioned himself behind the computer. Your name? EhBoris, Norman said, and Maisy shot him an astonished look. Boris and Natasha. Smith. Norman shrugged and Maisy rolled her eyes as the salesman input the information, eyeing them skeptically. Do you currently have a house to sell? No, Norman answered. We just arrivedfrom Yugoslavia. On the boat. Looking through the glass wall, Maisy noticed Sharon coming back into the next room with Big Willys coffee. You go now, Maisy said to the salesman, mimicking Normans deep voice and nondescript accent. We will look at your books alone for a while. Her voice was bold and authoritative as she pulled the stack of multiple listing books toward her. With a dubious look, the salesman shrugged and complied, saying hed check on them later. Boris and Natasha? Maisy whapped Norman in the arm as soon as the salesman left the room. From Yugoslavia? Norman shrugged. Its all I could think of after you mentioned the names in the car. Thats why I added the Smithto make it sound more ordinary. Oh yeah, Maisy said, that really worked. Shhh, listen, Sharon and Wilson are talking. So what type of business are you in, Big Willy? Sharon said, sitting in the chair across from Big Willy, crossing her legs and allowing her dress to creep up far enough to thoroughly tantalize the horny Texan. Whew. Just lookin at you is makin my temperature rise, honey. Removing his Stetson, Big Willy fanned himself. I work at a little of this and a little of that. He never took his eyes from Sharons legs. She unfolded them and leisurely crossed them again. Maisy couldnt help but wonder if she was going sans panties. The disagreeable thought made her features scrunch into a curious frown. Oil, elevators, cattle, finance, real estate You name it, darlin, and Ive probably had a stake in it at one time or another. He looked slowly from Sharons legs to her plastic breasts to her face and broadcast a wide, lazy smile.

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Sharon sat there giving him the eye as he watched her lick her lips and twist her index finger through her hair. Right now, he continued, I need to sell off my investment properties here in the Chicago area because Im movin to Russia, over there in the USSR, for a while on business. Russia? Sharon said, leaning forward. Ooh, the KGB, cosmonauts, vodka and James Bondhow exciting. Ive always wanted to visit Russia. James Bond? Maisy whispered, slanting Norman an incredulous look. Shes not only a slut, shes a dopey slut. Who cares, Norman said, as long as we manage to ship the dopey slut off across the ocean. Maisy nodded and returned her attention to Sharon and Big Willy. You a fan of them double-oh-seven spy movies, darlin? Ive seen every one of them, with each of the Bonds, Sharon gushed. I have From Russia with Love on DVD and Ive watched it dozens of times. A woman after my own heart, Big Willy said. I knew I liked you for more than just that curvy little body of yours. You know its gonna be mighty lonely out there in that great big ramblin palace theyre settin me up in. Palace? The way Sharons ears perked Maisy could have sworn she was watching a cartoon. Youre going to be living in a palace? Uh-huh. One of them rich commie fellas I do business with over there is giftin me with one of his sprawlin palaces, complete with servants and all the usual fancyshmancy stuff that goes along with livin in a castle. Castle Sharon said, her gaze intense. They tell me it looks like somethin right out of the movies, with all sorts of gold trim, and them pricey antique carpets and lots of paintins by famous artists. Aint many people in the USSR with that kinda money. USSR, Maisy whispered to Norman with a roll of the eyes. Is that so? Sharon responded with a hungry, almost wild look in her eyes. She sat forward, clearly doing her damnedest to look seductive and alluring. Will, uh, your wife be making the move to the USSR with you? Maisy giggled at that. No, maam. Im not married. Im sorry to say its just gonna be me all by my lonesome. Sharon glanced at her watch and licked her lips. What do you say we finish this fascinating discussion over drinks and dinner, Big Willy? She touched his knee as she rose from her chair. Id like to hear everything about you and your trip. And that fabulous Russian palace. Then we can iron out all the details on the marketing of your investment properties. When were finished we can head on back to my place for a little, she

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arched an eyebrow, dessert, if you like. Her voice was low and husky as she issued an unmistakable invitation with her eyes. Big Willy rose from his chair. Why Id like that right fine, maam. As he tipped his Stetson, his gaze trailed over Sharons body. Itd be my honor and privilege to sample some of yourdessert. He winked. Yes! Norman yanked his fist down through the air toward his chest. His boisterous exclamation was so loud, Sharon and Big Willy turned to see what was going on. Pulling his fedora down over his eyes, Norman lifted the collar of his trench coat, cupping it around his face. Careful, you big lunkhead, Maisy whispered. You almost gave us away on that one. I know. Im sorry, I couldnt help it. Did you hear that, Maisy? Sharons panting over Wilson and his millions and hes hot for that much-used little body of hers. Dontcha just love it? Maisy couldnt help but feel enthused. Norman, if this scheme of yours actually works, I promise Ill cancel all the contracts I put out on your life. You better hold me back, Maisy, because I swear to God, I could just jump up and do the dance of joy right here and now. His body twitched and his toes started tapping. Maisys hand flew to Normans shoulder to keep him from rising. Are you insane? Sit still until theyre out of here. Maisy watched as Big Willy offered his arm and Sharon wrapped herself around it with a syrupy smile. As they ambled out of the office, Sharon glanced Maisys way. Yikes! Duck, Norman, theyre leaving and shes looking at us. She and Norman buried their faces in a pair of multiple listing books as Big Willy and Sharon strolled past the office they sat in. When the sound of their voices diminished, Maisy peeked up to see them walk out the door and into his big stretch limo in the parking lot. Okay, were clear, Norman said. Lets blow this place. He and Maisy scrambled to get out of their chairs. But first A grinning Norman proceeded to indulge in a joyful little jig, only to have Joe Fletcher, who must have been keeping an eagle-eye on his prospective new clients, interrupt. Would that merry little step indicate that you may have found a house to your liking, Mr. Smith? The grinning salesman stood with his arm resting on the doorjamb, blocking their immediate exit. Uh, no, not yet, a startled Norman said in his deep accent. I wasehI was just performing the traditional Yugoslavian house hunting dance to increase our chances of finding a house soon. Maisy dropped her head and groaned.

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I see, Joe said, eyeing the pair doubtfully. Well if youll allow me to get a little bit of additional information from you, Im certain I can help you narrow your search. Before you know it you and Mrs. Smith will be doing a Yugoslavian celebration danceif there is such a thing. He cleared his throat and smiled. Uttering a gasp, Maisy yanked frantically at the elbow of Normans trench coat. She motioned to the door at the reception area with her thumb. Norman looked up to see Keller Fitch walking into the real estate office. Whoa! Norman said, loud enough to make Joe jump. Well be in touch, Joe. Gotta go now. The salesman eyed Norman curiously as his accent slipped and his voice raised an octave. Keller placed a large carton on the receptionists desk and stood there chatting for a few minutes. He looked over toward Norman and Maisy and waved. Maisy felt her heart lurch out of her throat and vault clear across the floor. Shed just have to come back and find it later because right now she had to get the hell out of there. Leaning in close to Norman, she whispered, He recognized us. What are we going to do? She knew she should be running for the back door, but the sight of Keller in tight, faded blue jeans, a gray flannel shirt and black leather jacket was just too delicious a sight to pass up. Shed never seen him in anything but a suit and tieexcept for when shed seen him naked, that is. Not that he didnt look positively scrumptious all dressed up, but theres just something special about a gorgeous hunk of man outfitted in tight denim. She sighed. Joe Fletcher returned Kellers wave. Hey, Keller, good to see you. Stay cool, Norman said out of the side of his mouth. He wasnt waving at us. Were safe. As Keller walked toward them, Norman and Maisy clutched each other and muffled a joint Oh shit. Keller extended his hand to the salesman who pumped it enthusiastically. I was in the area, so I thought Id drop off this weeks wine order myself, Keller said. Your clients happy with their personalized bottles of wine, Joe? Glancing at Norman and Maisy, Keller offered a polite nod. Maisy felt her gut clench when he furrowed his brow and eyed the pair a second time as they worked to shield themselves from his curious gaze. You bet, Joe said. Great success. Oh, Im sorry. Keller, these are my new clients, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Boris and Natasha Smith, he elucidated with a smile. Mr. Fitch owns the esteemed Kellers Cellars winery out in Naperville. He supplies us with our most popular, personalized gifts for clients. Norman stuck out his hand. How do you do, he said in his deep, strangled accent, keeping his head low. PleasureBoris. Keller smiled. Nice to meet you, uhNatasha, wasnt it? He bent to get a better look at the woman with the long black hair, blood-red lips and
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oversized dark glasses. Maisy raised the collar of her trench coat and dipped her head to avoid his scrutiny. Pleasure, she said in her best affected sort-of-Yugoslavian accent. Kellers presence overwhelmed her senses and her libido went into high gear. Heated skin, trickling pussy, on-guard clit In a mere three or four steps she could be pressing herself against him, breathing in his scent, capturing his mouth with her crimson lips, wildly running her ruby-nailed fingers over his torso and that great ass of his. It would be so easy. Hed have no idea who she was. Shed just be some anonymous, sex-crazed, Yugoslavian woman who felt compelled to do a little groping, tasting and explicit experimenting with the denim-clad American hunk. Maisy blinked. Mazel Lynn, you are definitely losing it. You just missed your sister by a couple of minutes, Joe said. Yeah, thats what I hear. Keller shrugged. No big deal. I didnt come here to see her anyway. He smiled and extended his hand. Take care, Joe. You too, Keller. Before turning to leave, Keller said, Nice meeting youBoris and Natasha. Tugging their collars up and hunching, Norman and Maisy mumbled and nodded in return, then breathed audible sighs of relief as Keller finally left the building. Joe handed Norman and Maisy one of his cards. Just give me a call any time and Ill be happy to do whatever I can to help you find your dream home. Sure thing. Norman nodded and pumped the salesmans hand. Grabbing Maisy by the wrist, he stealthily crept toward the main door. I dont see Kellers limo out there, do you? Maisy craned her neck to scan the parking lot. Uh-uh. Okay, looks like the coast is clear, Norman whispered. Lets make a run for it. He pushed the door open and the pair raced toward Normans Cadillac. Wow, Norman. That was way too close for comfort. I know, I know. But we made it. Fishing the keys from his pocket, he pointed and clicked his cars unlocking mechanism. But before they could get in, they heard another car door slam and saw Keller walking toward them. Oh God, oh God, oh God, Maisy said, struggling to open the passenger side door. Get in the damn car, Norman said, opening the drivers side door. Maisy yanked but the door didnt open. You didnt unlock my side, you big jerk, she said, banging on the window. By the time Norman unlocked it, it was too late. Keller stood before her, smirking, with his arms folded across his big broad chest. Oh shit, she mumbled under her breath as she lowered her head and tugged the long strands of black hair in front of her face. Keller looked through the windshield and crooked his finger, motioning for Norman to get out of the car. Once Norman was standing, Keller grinned.

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Well, well, well. Fancy running into you againBoris and Natasha. He planted his tongue firmly in his cheek as he gave the squirrelly pair a once-over. Norman cleared his throat. What can I do for you, Mr. Fitch? He still maintained his deep accent. Keller shook his head and laughed. You can tell me what in the hell you two characters are up to and what exactly is going on around here, thats what. Plucking something off Normans overcoat, Keller handed it to him. Lose something, Boris? As Norman looked down at the article Keller handed him, he let loose with a volley of nervous, staccato laughter and Maisy knew they were dead. She glanced over at her partner in crime, cringing when she saw Norman had lost half his fake mustache and Keller had just returned it. Searching in vain for a crack in the asphalt big enough to sink into, Maisy groaned. And you, Keller said, wagging a finger as he stepped close to Maisy. Cloaking herself against his gaze, she valiantly answered in her deep accent, Vhat do you vhant, Meester Feetch? Playtimes over, Sarah Bernhardt. He snatched the wig from Maisys head with one hand and removed her dark glasses with the other. Holding the long, dangly black mass at arms length, Keller laughed. I just know theres got to be a good explanation for this. With a sheepish grin, Maisy shrugged. Not necessarily. Did you know right away? Norman said, peeling off the other half of his mustache then removing his dark glasses and forties-style fedora. Not right off the bat, Keller admitted. But I had a pretty strong hunch something was going on. I dont run into too many people named Boris and Natasha on my journeys. Maisy cringed and buried her head in her hands. The peach-colored Cadillac with the distinctive vanity plates was kind of a dead giveaway though. Keller sidled up to the front of Normans car and pointed to the license plate that read PERSIMN. Not too easy to be incognito riding around in that, Norman. Maisy shot Norman a lethal look as he hit the palm of his hand against his forehead and groaned. Trust me, you said, Maisy grumbled to Norman. I should have known better. She heaved a sigh and grabbed her wig back from Kellers grasp. Believe it or not, Keller, there really is a perfectly logical explanation for all of this, Norman said, nervously licking his lips. Oh, Im quite sure there is, Keller said, smirking. And Id love to hear all about it. Gee, and I wish I had the time to tell you, Norman said, glancing at his watch. But Ive got the rep from a new cruise line coming in to meet with me so Ive got to be off. He flashed a smile as he opened his car door and scooted inside.

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Right, I forgot all about that, Maisy said, scrambling to open the passenger side door. The distinct click of the door lock from inside the car made her eyes grow wide. Norman? What in the hell do you think youre doing? Let me in. She jiggled the door handle and knocked against the glass. Letting his window down just enough to be heard, Norman said, Maisy, you cant come into the office looking like that. Your hair looks atrocious. Hes got a point there, Keller said, chuckling. Maisys hand whipped up to her head and she felt all the hair clips shed used to pin up her hair so the wig would fit smoothly. She bent to see her reflection in the doors window and gasped. She couldnt believe it. Here she was, standing in front of the man of her dreams, looking like a red-lipped, half-crazed, flat-headed transvestite with a smudged fake beauty spot over her lip. Ripping the clips from her hair, she said, Norman, you cant just leave me here like this. Open this door and let me in. You can drop me off at home. Sorry, sweetie, but I just dont have the time. He started the car and allowed it to creep forward. Norman, what are you talking about? I only live two miles from here. And besides, my car is back at the office. How am I supposed to get home without my car? In that case, Im sure Keller wont mind dropping you off at home, would you, Keller? Maisys jaw dropped and she resumed her banging on the car window. Dont you do this to me, Norman Stanley. I mean it. Im warning you. Keller gave a gallant smile and bow. It would be my pleasure to escort this vision of loveliness home, Norman. He glanced at Maisy and smirked, bending to the ground to retrieve two more of the clips that had just fallen from her hair. Feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, Maisy grumbled an expletive and buried her head in her hands. This is not happening. This is not happening! Good, Keller, then Maisy can fill you in on all the details about our little costumed drama. The Cadillac pulled out a little farther. What?! Norman! Maisy screeched. You sonuvabitch. Norman shook his head and tsked. You know, you really should have more respect for your boss, darling. Oh, and dont worry about making it back to the office this afternoon. Just take the rest of the day off. Beaming a bright smile, Norman snapped the brim of his fedora and winked. Toodles, he said, waving his fingers through the open window crack before he closed it and headed out of the parking lot. Norman, you come back here this instant, do you hear me? Norman! Waving the wig in the air in a sorry attempt to catch Normans attention as she ran after his car, Maisy stamped her foot, snapping off her high heel in the process.

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Great, just what I needed, she said, retrieving the two-inch heel from the ground. She growled in exasperation as her boss turned out of the parking lot, waved and took off. Oooh, of all the conniving, low-down, miserable, sneaky, underhanded Yeah, Normans definitely a character all right. Keller chuckled. Enraged enough to spit fire, Maisy turned on her one good heel to face Keller. I suppose you think this is really funny. Keller scratched his head. As a matter of fact Oh, you men are all alike, Maisy said as she hobbled past him. Just where do you think youre going? Im walking home. Looking like that? Her curls half hanging and half still clipped to her head, Maisy stopped dead in her tracks. In one hand she held her wigwhich was so tangled and bedraggled now it looked more like road-killand in the other hand she carried her broken heel and spyworthy dark glasses. Her shoulders slumped and her head drooped. She looked like hell and she knew it. Come on, Maisy, Keller coaxed, quit being so stubborn and let me take you home. Heaving a melodious sigh, Maisy turned back to Keller. All right, you may drive me home. Thank you, your highness. Keller engaged in another bow. My carriage awaits. He motioned to the little red sports car. Maisy held her chin proudly as she tottered back toward Keller with as much grace as she could muster under the circumstances.

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Chapter Eighteen
After giving directions to her townhouse, Maisy busied herself with discreetly trying to remove the rest of the hair clips from what was now a tangled mass. Okay, so whats the story, princess? Shifting into gear, Keller deftly piloted the snazzy red Porsche out of the parking lot and into traffic. Story? What story? As Maisy endeavored to appear calm and nonchalant, her mind raced. How on earth was she supposed to come up with a plausible explanation? Especially when the only thoughts flitting through her brain at the moment had to do with gleefully pulverizing her boss in some wonderfully gruesome manner. The Boris and Natasha story. Oh, that. Yeahthat. I used to watch them on the old Rocky and Bullwinkle reruns when I was a kid, how about you? She didnt give Keller a chance to answer. She figured if she babbled enough she might be able to distract him from the incriminating issue at hand. As a matter of fact, I used to do a mean imitation of Bullwinkle back in the day. Gee, I wonder if I can still do it. As Maisy opened her mouth to continue, Keller pressed his finger to her lips. As much as Id love to hear you do your Bullwinkle the Moose impersonation, Im afraid its just going to have to wait for another time. Youre not getting off that easy, Maisy, so stop trying to change the subject. He looked down at the glossy smudge of deep red on the finger hed pressed to her lips and laughed. Put this on with a trowel, did you? Flushing furiously, Maisy retrieved the little pack of tissues she carried in her purse. Grabbing one, she rubbed at the stain on Kellers finger. Sorry about that. No problem. Dont worry about Turning to glance at Maisy, Keller stopped in mid-sentence. Eyes wide, his face contorted and twitched. In the next instant he was engaged in full, snorting laughter. Alarmed, Maisy bolted upright in the black leather bucket-seat. What? What are you laughing at? Wiping the tears from his eyes, Keller pointed to Maisys hair. She flipped down the visor and gasped when she peered at her reflection. There, embedded right on the top of her honey-blonde crown of tangles, sat two inch-long, fire engine red fingernails. Oh my God. I could just die. As she attempted to pick the fake nails from her head, two fingernails from the other hand dropped off and Maisy groaned. I guess this is whats known as having a bad hair day, huh?
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Maisy slapped her hands over her face. Dont look at me. Im grotesque. You are not grotesque, Maisy. Reaching over, Keller drew her hands from her face. Youre just a littlea little Kellers mouth began to twitch again. Maisy wailed a pained groan as she looked down at her palms. Unfortunately, covering her heavily made-up face with her hands only seemed to exacerbate the problem. She didnt even want to look in the mirror againbut, of course, she had to. Taking in the full picture of the disheveled, woefully smudged, dilapidated woman looking back at her, she wished she could die right there on the spot. At least the mortician would have a good laugh when he got a load of her clown face. She had to give Keller credithe was doing a commendable job of gallantly fighting back fits of laughter. Youre just a little tousled, he offered. And smudged The corner of his lip quivered as he clearly struggled not to laugh. Youll feel better once you scrape all that gunk off your face. Maisy braved another glance at her reflection. Raccoon eyes stared back at her. She sank down in her seat. Oh my poor face, she moaned, covering it with her hands again. At least its still there. I had my doubts. Maisy shook her head as if to clear it. Keller, youre not making any sense. What are you talking about? Turn left in here, on Walnut. She pointed ahead. This is my complex. Just keep going straight. Keller turned and drove on silently. She studied himhis strong jaw, sensuous lips, classic nose and proud chin. His hard, fit body. She squirmed as her panties dampened. Um, what did you mean about doubting my face would still be here? He gave her a sideways glance. Im just surprised to see its still in place after it nearly got sucked off last night. Maisy sank down in her seat another notch, bracing for the impending coronary because her heart was pounding so fast it was about to burst. You saw that, huh? Lets just say I couldnt help but notice that you and yourfriend were actively engaged in some heavy mouth-to-mouth maneuvers as the two of you slid under the table. Tightening his jaw, Keller glanced accusingly at Maisy. Turn right on that next street. Not that I owe you any explanation, mind you, but what you saw wasnt at all what it appeared to be. Yeah right. Keller huffed a humorless laugh. I mean, not that its any business of mine, of course. Its not like you and I have a commitment or anything. He gave a nonchalant shrug. Exactly, Maisy agreed. In fact, I noticed that you and that little brunette seemed to be rather cozy, so lets not start pointing fingers. There, Maisy pointed, thats my townhouse. You can let me off at the curb.

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So you noticed me and Carla, huh? Keller pulled up in front of Maisys townhouse and put the car in park. Im amazed you could notice anything at all while making a spectacle of yourself, getting it on, right in the middle of the restaurant. Maisy sucked in an audible gasp. I was most definitely not getting it on, as you call it. And dont try to deflect things, Keller. You were obviously enjoying yourself with Carla. Maisy heard herself say the womans name in a singsong voice that smacked of junior high jealousy. She could have kicked herself for being so transparent. Methinks I denote a touch of jealousy, hmmm? Hah. Maisy scoffed. She wanted to wipe that smug look right off his face. Dont be ridiculous. Not that I owe you any explanation either, but Carla Davenport happens to be the head of the Michigan Fruit Growers Advisory Board, Miss Smarty-Pants. Shes fifty years old, has six kids and has been married to the same man for thirty yearswho, by the way, was in the restroom while I escorted Mrs. Davenport to our table. Maisy discovered she was more delighted than she was ashamed at her faulty assumptions. And neither of us tried to suck the others face off even once during the entire evening, Keller added. Nor did I usher the woman under the table to engage in anything even remotely smacking of carnal playtime. Oh. Shrinking from embarrassment, Maisy felt so small she wondered if she could reach up to open the car door. Sorry. She offered an apologetic shrug. UhI better go in now. Thanks for the ride, Keller. I appreciate it. Nope. What do you mean, nope? I mean Im coming in, thats what I mean. No youre not. Look, Keller, I appreciate the ride and all, but As she reached for the door handle, Keller pushed the automatic locks. Breathing out a sigh of exasperation, Maisy searched for the unlocking mechanism on the passenger side, giving up when all she managed to do was raise and lower the window and turn on the heating element in her seat. Cute. Very cute. In less than an hours time that annoying boss of mine locks me out of his car and you lock me in to yours. Thats it. Ive had it. Keller. I am not amused. Please unlock this doornow! You dont honestly think Im going to let you get away that easily, do you? Without any explanation after the masquerade you and Norman just pulled? Uh-uh. No such luck, sweetheart. I have a huge, fierce dog. A guard dog. Is that so? Yup. Absolutely ferocious. Maisy nodded. And he hates men. Hes liable to tear your head off if you come in.
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You dont say. Maisy wanted to smack that self-assured smile right off his painfully handsome kisser. Dont make light of this, Keller, Im serious. Im sorry but I simply cant take responsibility for what might happen to you if I let you come into the house. Youll just have to drop me off and trust me to explain all of this to you another time. She shrugged and smiled. Keller stared at her blankly. I think Ill take my chances with old Rover in there. Now lets go. But Maisy, either you let me in or Ill make you sit here in this locked car until you explain every last detail to me. Whats it gonna be? Maisy rolled her eyes and pinned Keller with an icy glare. It appears that I dont have much choice. Grumbling something inaudible, she let her head fall back against the headrest and sighed. All right, have it your way. You can park over there. As soon as Maisy opened the door to her townhouse, little Hershey sprinted toward her, wagging his tail and eagerly leaping up to greet her. After shucking off her trench coat and kicking off her broken high heel, Maisy bent down to gather the spirited pup in her arms. Hey there, Hershey, hows my best buddy today? The dog slobbered a series of kisses across Maisys heavily made-up face before he finally took notice of Keller. Hershey let out a low mini-growl. Whoa! Keller said in mock horror, raising his hands in surrender and backing away. Please, Maisy, restrain that vicious killer before he tears me to pieces. Hershey jumped to the floor, bounded over to Keller, took a few cautious sniffs and then soared into his arms, licking his face from chin to hairline. Groaning, Maisy slapped her hand against her forehead. Hershey, you traitor, how could you do this to me? The little dog looked over at his mistress, slanting her one of those adorable, tongue-lolling dog smiles. Then he returned his attention to his new friend, gifting Keller with another generous lick. When Keller finally stopped laughing, he placed Hershey on the floor. So you have this little attack dog trained to kill them with kindnessis that it? He was barely able to get the last words out before he erupted into laughter once again. Just-just-just Maisy sputtered in exasperation as she frantically motioned toward the family room off the kitchen. Keller folded his arms across his chest and smirked. Yes? Just go sit down in there while I clean some of this gunk off my face. And consider yourself very fortunate that Hershey was in a magnanimous mood this afternoon and spared your life.

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Ill reflect on my good luck as I rub my hands together in anticipation of your explanationNatasha. Maisy brushed by Keller, turning her head away to hide her crimson-hot cheeks. Help yourself to whatever I have in the refrigerator. Theres Diet Coke, low-fat chocolate milk, some orange juice and a bottle of Baileys. Sounds like a great concoction, Keller teased. Throw everything but the orange juice in a glass and youll be in heaven, Maisy offered as she left the room. What the hell am I going to do? she whispered to herself as she sped into the powder room and snagged a handful of tissues from the container on the ceramic tile counter. Norman, how could you do this to me? she muttered as she wiped at the smudged mascara. Stopping to take a good look at her wretched, makeup-encrusted reflection, Maisy cringed. I cant believe Keller saw me looking like this. I swear to God, Norman Stanley, Ill get you for this. Ill make you pay for humiliating me in front of Keller. Now he thinks Im a certified nut case. Maisy tried in vain to remove the dark red stain from her lips. She had to stall Keller until she could think up something plausible. And dont try to stall, Maisy, Kellers voice called out from the family room. Freezing in place, Maisys eyes shot open wide. Im not leaving until I hear your story, he finished. Sheesh, what is this guy, a psychic? Maisy hissed. Okay, I can tell him that Norman and I wereno, that wouldnt work. Maybe hed buy it if I said we wereno, Kellers too savvy for that. I could always say Heaving a gargantuan sigh, Maisys scheming came to a screeching halt as the realization and magnitude of her situation took hold. Theres nothing I can possibly tell this man that hell believe, she said, staring at her partially repaired reflection. Nothing. Hed find out what they were up to and think she was a terrible, conniving, horrid bitch whos out to snare him at any cost. Maisy heaved another sigh. And maybe thats exactly what I am. She made an attempt to brush out the tangled mass of blonde while fighting back the tears that threatened to erupt. Taking a final look at herself before leaving the powder room, Maisy decided she looked fairly presentable. She had no choice. She was just going to tell Keller the truth and then have a good cry when he walked out of her life. Forever. She turned to leave then stopped to gaze at the mirror once more. And then Im going to kill myself with a massive chocolate overdose. Throwing back her shoulders, she sucked in a deep breath and opened the door, heading for the family room. I guess you werent kidding when you said you loved chocolate, Maisy, Keller said, nodding to the wall display as she came around the corner. Looking as if hed

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known Keller all his life, Hershey was sprawled across his lap, blissfully soaking up Kellers attention. Maisy looked at the chocolate-brown wall decorated with shadowboxes and picture frames holding assorted chocolate memorabilia. Vintage examples of Hershey bar wrappers, Toll House chips bags, original labels from old cans and jars of cocoa powder and chocolate Ovaltine, and ads declaring the healthy merits of chocolate from turn-ofthe-century magazines were displayed alongside small shadowboxes filled with cocoa beans, Hershey Kisses, mini-boxes from Godiva and other revered chocolate icons. What can I say? Smiling, Maisy shrugged. Chocolate is my life, and this is sort of my shrine to chocolate. I like it. Its veryyou. She studied his charming grin, committing it to memory. This was probably the last time shed ever see him smile at her, because hed be furious and disgusted after she spilled her guts about the plan to ship his sister to Russia with a rich, horny, bigoted cowboy. She entertained a fleeting thought of rushing Keller, tackling him to the floor and ripping off his clothes. Then shed jump his gorgeous bones and fuck him until they both passed out from exhaustion. Yup. That would make an even better mental snapshot than the one shed taken of his smile. Now thats an interesting smile, Maisy. Keller ushered Hershey from his lap and rose from his chair. He stepped toward her and gazed into her eyes. Whats going through that busy little brain of yours, hmmm? Probably some whopper of a story youre making up. Maisy felt her cheeks flush. I guess you could say that. She wanted more than anything to snatch a convincing lie out of the air. Something that might prevent him from turning his back on her in loathing. She breathed a sigh. No, she couldnt be like Norman and get herself all tangled in a never-ending web of deceit. She had to be honest with Kellerhe deserved that much. Okay, Keller, Im going to tell you the entire truth about what Norman and I were doing at Keller abruptly cut off her confession with a kiss so powerful it would have knocked Maisys socks off if shed been wearing any. He held her close with one hand while cupping her breast with the other. Oh, the sweet, luscious sensations that coursed through her body as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. It was enough to make her moan with delight, and she did. The warmth, the richness, the smooth silky wet taste of him. Delicious. Succulent. Hypnotizing. In that instant Maisy realized, without a doubt, that no chocolate could ever compare with the exquisite taste of Keller Fitch.

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She was just about to wrap herself around his body when he released her lips, held her at arms length and smiled. It was an entirely different smile this time. Hot, needy, desirous. Wow! What was that? Maisy asked, bringing her fingers to her lips. Truth serum. Keller winked, his voice reverberating along her nerve endings. Now youll have no choice but to tell me the truth about your Boris and Natasha masquerade at the real estate office. He chucked her chin lightly with his knuckle. After that, you can tell me all about the guy who was sucking your face last night at Montagues. Swallowing hard, Maisy gazed at Keller. She felt every nerve ending come to life, as if Kellers kiss had watered her soul, making the seeds of love sprout and blossom. With a slow, purposeful lick of her lips, she stepped closer to him, placing her arms around his neck. I think I definitely need another dose of truth serum. Standing on her toes, she reached up and brushed her lips across his, but Keller pulled back, keeping her at a distance. First you explain, then Ill give you the antidote to the truth serum. Its far more potent, and it takes a lot more time to deliver. He jiggled his eyebrows and gave a devilish smile. He was so darling, so adorable, so big and hunky and beautifully muscled. Did anyone ever tell you that you dont play fair, Mr. Fitch? Alls fair, etcetera, etcetera, he said, taking Maisys hand in his and studying it for a moment, smoothing his thumb over her skin. I think youre a very special woman, Maisy. A little crazy, maybe, he chuckled, but definitely special. And I want to get to know you better. He leaned in close, his lips grazing her temple. Much better, he whispered as her heart shifted into overdrive. He brushed his lips across hers before plundering her mouth with his tongue. Maisy moaned, sinking against him, wanting him to sink into her. Hard, fast and relentless. She plastered herself against him, loving the feel of his big denim-clad cock nestled against her belly. I want to get to know you much better too, Keller. Goodthen tell me about the guy I saw you with last night, Maisy, he said, snapping her out of her fuzzy, dreamlike state. Are you in love with him? His mouth went hard. Maisy choked on a laugh. Oh good heavens no. He was just Her shoulders slumped. Oh Keller, she said with a forlorn sigh. How I wish I didnt have to She stopped abruptly, just short of telling him she wished she didnt have to spoil everything by telling him the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. She couldnt do it. Couldnt come clean. Damn it, she just couldnt risk having Keller disappear from her life.

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Didnt have to what, sweetheart? Keller traced her jaw with a featherlight touch of his finger. Nothing. Never mind. Something awful inside told Maisy that if she didnt clutch onto Keller now, shed never get the chance again. As soon as he found out about her lies, her deceit With a muffled cry she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his chest. Oh Keller Enclosing Maisy in his arms, he rested his chin on her head. Whats the matter, sweetheart? Guilty conscience? he said in a light, teasing manner. Little did he know. Her thoughts raced. Right now, this very moment, might be the only chance shed ever have to hook Keller. To fully capture his heart and throw away the key. Naturally, that meant desperate measures were in order. She needed something foolproof. A surefire plan. A bold, brazen move guaranteed to make Keller so hot and horny that hed forget about Boris and Natasha, and Rudy sucking her face off. Seduction. Mad, passionate, wild seduction. Yes. She could do it. She could! Maybe she wasnt the worldly, sophisticated, sexually competent woman she longed to be. And, granted, she felt like a bumbling, clueless dork when it came to the fine art of sex. But while she may not have any personal experience as a seductress, shed read enough of those erotic romances Norman had given her to come up with a few damn good ideas. Ooh! She could make it a chocolate-related seduction. Perfect! The one thing she did know about was chocolate. Intimately. It made perfect sense that by adding chocolate to her seduction, shed have a decent chance of succeeding. Maisy? An unpleasant sensation curdled at her spine as Keller looked at her, waiting for her to open her mouth and say something. What if she made a fool of herself and Keller laughed at her feeble, unpracticed attempts at seduction? Oh for fucks sake, Mazel Lynn. At this point youve got nothing to lose. Just do it! Knees knocking, Maisy felt the stirrings of daring taking hold. Dammit, it was about time she used her womanly wiles on Keller. Even though she wasnt sure she had womanly wiles. Both she and Keller were about to find out. She sucked in a deep breath and sent up a silent prayer. Cookies! she finally blurted, firmly clapping her hands over Kellers groin with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm. His cock immediately rose to the occasion. Clearly startled, Keller looked down at her hands and back up to her eyes, giving Maisy a dubious look. Sorry, but the last time I looked I didnt have any cookies squirreled away down there, honey.

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A low, lusty, prolonged chuckle rose from deep within Maisys throat. Pleased with the way it soundedrather porn-queen-esque, she thoughtshe did her damnedest to look seductive too. Tiptoeing her fingers around the bulge in his jeans, she cooed, Ive been thinking about how your cock reminds me of chocolate chip cookies, Keller. His eyebrow lifted. Hell. That wasnt exactly what shed planned to say. Painfully aware that the smooth seduction scene in her head wasnt playing out nearly as well as it had in her imagination, Maisy winced. Keller snorted a chuckle. Well, I have to admitthats definitely a first. Trust me, Keller, its a compliment, she assured him, determined to do better. You do like chocolate chip cookies, dont you? Yeah, but How about games? Her voice dipped low, as sultry as she could make it. Do you like to play games? Maisy, whats this all about? It was all about driving him wild with lust, passion and desire. It was about showing Keller what hed be missing if he walked out on her after learning the truth. It was her last goddamned chance to fuck him clear to the edge of insanity so hed never want to leave, even after finding out what a terrible person she was. Were going to play school, she told him, trailing the fingers of one hand up to his chest and circling over his nipple. Youre the student and Im the teacher. And today youre going to get a lesson in baking. Did you say baking? Mmm-hmm. Erotic baking, Maisy clarified, in that same husky, sultry tone. Were going to make chocolate chip cookies together. In the nude. Right now? The poor guy looked so turned on and flummoxed at the same time that Maisy almost giggled. But if she wanted her extreme scheme to work, she had to play it smooth and sophisticated. Right now. Trust me, when I tell you youre going to love this very special class, Keller. With that, she cupped his three-piece package and squeezed, loving the pleasured groan that rumbled up from his chest as his arm snaked around her. A delicious frisson of sexual heat curled down her spine when she saw the evidence of raw desire in his gaze. Well, damn. Home economics never sounded so good, he said. Teachers first rule, Maisy purred, unfastening his jeans, is for her star pupil to get naked.

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Chapter Nineteen
Once Maisy had put Hershey in the laundry room, with the door closed, she all but clawed Kellers clothes off. He hadnt detected even a trace of alcohol on her breath. Finally, in a sane, sober, normal statewell, at least sobershe wanted him naked. Bad. His cock jerked hard in his pants. Keller enjoyed the eager scrape of her cool fingers against his skin as she undressed him. He had no idea where this sudden urge to whip up a batch of chocolate chip cookies came from. And he thought her comparison of his cock to a cookie was rather odd, to say the least. But hed come to learn that oddity was pretty much par for the course where Maisy was concerned. Grabbing the elastic of his shorts, Maisy dragged them down over his hips. The best part was when her pretty mouth was perfectly aligned with his liberated cock. She looked at it, then gazed up at his eyes and smiled before returning her attention to her task until hed stepped out of his shorts and was naked as the day he was born. You know, Maisy said, I just hate to be encumbered with clothes when Im hard at work teaching students how to bake cookies. You wouldnt mind if your teacher took off her clothes and got comfortable, would you, Keller? His cock twitched, drawing both her attention and his. Clearly, my cock and I would be delighted, he replied, playing along with her erotic game. Does teacher want some help? Noteacher just wants her student to watch. Keller had no clue as to what exactly was going on, which he actually found to be stimulating. Intriguing. Maybe this was Maisys kinky side coming out. His cock tingled at the thought. And then his attention was fully on her as she started singing. Well, it wasnt actually singing, it was more like a slow and sexy da-da-da da-da da-da kind of sound to the tune of some stripper music he vaguely recognized from old movies. Maisys body swayed to the tune as she backed away from him, tugging her sweater over her head and letting it slip to the floor. With a curious look of determination, she shimmied for him, her full breasts jiggling in the lacey bra cups that barely contained them. Shed obviously done her Victorias Secret shopping as shed mentioned when he caught her in her industrial-strength cotton underwear at their picnic lunch. Christ almighty, that body of hers was hot. Next came her jeans. Unclasping them, Maisy brought the zipper down with a torturously slow glide that matched the rhythm of her lusty da-da-da tune. His eyes
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popped as she treated him to a full-body shimmy until her jeans slipped down and pooled at her feet, leaving her in a lacy scrap of panties and that wispy little nothing of a bra. Im enjoying this, teachervery much. Good, Maisy replied, her gaze zeroing in on his jutting cock. Teacher can see that youre very alert. Kicking aside her jeans, her hands went to her back, unclasping her bra. Kellers mouth went dry as her luscious breasts bounced free. Sidestepping to the beat of the interesting vocal shed created, Maisy used her bra like a stripper uses an over-the-elbow glove, sliding it across her breasts, behind her neck and between her thighs. As she whipped it around, her hips got more into the act too, making purposeful thrusts and swirls. Images of a dark, smoky room with a dimly lit stage came to mind. And at the center of the stage was a pole, with a voluptuous, naked blonde named Maisy wrapped around it, dancing, enticing, teasing, promising deeply carnal secrets with her eyes. The room was full of men, drooling, calling out to her, making wolf whistles, but the blonde only had eyes for him. Jesus, he wanted to fuck her so bad at this moment he could taste it. By her tentative, somewhat jerky movements, paired with the uncertain look in her eyes, Keller imagined this was most likely the first time Maisy Morganfield had ever done a striptease for a man. The sweet idea touched a soft spot deep in his center. He felt honored to be the first male to witness Maisy in full, deliberate seduction mode. Keller suspected that her seduction was a delay tactic, to make him forget about all the explaining she had to do. Although it wouldnt work, he couldnt think of a better way for her to try, and he certainly wasnt about to spoil her fun. Even though Maisys private little dance reminded him of a corny, mid-century Bmovie, watching her bump and grind for him was just about the sexiest damn thing hed ever seen. She might be inexperienced, but the woman was a natural-born, heartstopping temptress, just the same. His gaze took a leisurely up-and-down tour of her body as Maisy turned her backside to him, shimmying out of her panties. Bending over, she clapped one hand to her ass cheek, followed by her other hand to the other side. She squeezed as she peeked back over her shoulder at him and winked. Beautiful, baby. Just beautiful, Keller assured her, realizing she needed to hear those words, to be sure he was enjoying her little show. He was more than happy to encourage her in her scintillating efforts. Her grand finale was a series of bumps, grinds, shimmies and jazzy steps, ending with her standing with arms stretched high over her head and legs together with one knee bent. She stopped doing her da-da-da tune and smiled at him.

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Keller clapped. That was so hot, sweetheart, he told her. You are hot. He saw her eyes light up at the praise and he felt that odd, sweet sensation touch his center again. It seems that baking cookies isnt teachers only talent. Oh! I almost forgot to preheat the oven. Maisy ran into the next room, her lush body parts bouncing and bobbing as she went to the oven and turned it on. The next thing Keller knew, Maisy had a pot of coffee brewing and hed been dispatched to an area of the kitchen greasing cookie sheets while Maisy broke eggs into a bowl and beat them. He wondered if she had any idea at all just how fucking sexy she looked scurrying around the kitchen in the nude, gathering all the ingredients and throwing them together in the bowl. Watching her was an erotic experience like no other. His favorite part was when her gorgeous tits got dusted with flour and jiggled as she beat the batter. He felt certain his masturbation fantasies would never be the same after this. So why exactly are we in here naked, baking cookies? he asked. Did you just get some overwhelming craving or something? Maisy stopped what she was doing long enough to peek at his dick and lick her lips. Mmmm, yes, I guess you could say that. She issued a ravenous smile. Keller winced when his cock flared out in salute, thumping against one of the lower kitchen cabinets. Bring the cookie sheets here, Maisy instructed. After he did, she dropped globs of dough onto each oiled sheet. And now teacher will explain why your cock is like a chocolate chip cookie, Keller, she announced, and he was all ears. You see, class, she said, clearly enjoying giving him this lesson in carnal gastronomy, the chocolate chip cookie starts as a small, limp, doughy blob. She shifted from the cookie sheet to his cock, taking it in her hand and squeezing, kneading. Teacher can see that your dough is already way past the limp stage, Keller. Anyway, the dough is manipulated with the fingers she took her time, fondling his dick until he thought hed go mad. Just as he felt his balls tighten, she dropped his cock and returned to the cookie sheet. And after sufficient manipulation, the nicely formed dough is placed on the cookie sheet before going into the oven. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, giving an impish smile. Keller, using teachers example, can you give the class a hands-on demonstration of how to properly manipulate dough with the fingers? Her gaze clamped on his cock, which immediately bloomed from erect to gargantuan. Taking himself in hand, Keller kneaded and stroked his cock, loving the way Maisy watched with rapt attention. Hows this, teacher? Am I doing it right? Im not sure if I am, because it felt much better when teachers soft, cool fingers were playing with my cock.

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You did a fine job, Keller. Im giving you a big gold star for excellence in dough manipulation. Maisy licked her lips. Have I told you youre my favorite student? Because I have the best and biggest cock, teacher? You got it, Maisy answered through a bright grin. Good, Keller responded, his hand still busy at his cock. I always wanted to be a teachers pet. Would you like to lick the bowl? she asked after scraping the last mound of chocolate-flecked dough and plopping it on the pan. Keller chuckled. He hadnt licked cookie dough from a bowl since he was a kid. Sure. Watching Maisys tits get dusted with flour was quickly demoted to the number two spot as Keller gaped while she buttered her breasts with the small amount of dough left in the bowl. Eat me, Maisy had said with a twinkle in her eye as she stood before him, thrusting out her cookie-dough-decorated nipples. Feeling like hed just died and gone to heaven, Keller happily complied, grasping her breasts with his hands and licking, nibbling and scraping them with his teeth. Maisy moaned and shuddered with pleasure at each swipe of his tongue across her pebbled nipples. It was the best damn thing hed ever tasted. Fucking fantastic. Youve just earned yourself another gold star, Keller, Maisy said, her voice raspy. His cock was hot, hard, throbbing and getting impatient as hell. Good God, he wanted nothing more at that moment than to shove into her, high and hard. But Maisy clearly had other ideas once hed thoroughly emancipated her flesh of all cookie dough residue. Once in the oven, she said while slipping the cookie sheet into the oven, the cookie slowly expands with just the right amount of heated attention. Her gaze fell to his cock again. Are you beginning to see the similarities between cocks and chocolate chip cookies, young man? Keller eyeballed his raring-to-go dick. I sure as hell can, teacher. My cock has already expanded. Its all ready and waiting for the next step, teacher. See? He saw Maisys cool, calm, teacher-esque composure slip just a bit when her eyes locked on his erection, bobbing before her in an anticipatory dance. Uh-huh. Teacher was just as hungry as he was. Absolutely, Maisy said, her voice breathy. Id say were looking at a perfect example of a hard and ready cock. And teacher can barely wait for the next step. Oh yeah. She was driving him insane in slow, tiny increments. Maisy cleared her throat, only to gasp when Keller took her hand and brought it to his cock. The wispy sound of her ragged breath and the vibration he felt as her body trembled made him ache with longing.

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As the intended cookie receiver, Maisy said, her voice wavering while she stroked his cock with a featherlight touch, I can hardly wait to get a sample. But patience is needed because when the cookie first comes out of the oven its so hot it can singe. I can definitely relate. My dicks so hot it could singe you right this minute, teacher. Keller wrapped one arm around Maisy, crushing her soft breasts to his chest. Would teacher like a nice, hot demonstration? The oven timer rang. Sucking in a deep breath, Maisy donned an oven mitt and slipped the tray of cookies from the oven, setting it on a rack to cool. What happens now, teacher? Keller asked, thoroughly enjoying her deliciously naughty and seductive culinary lesson. The cookie, she said, removing her mitt and surprising him by grabbing his cock with her warm hand, gradually becomes harder until its firm enough not to crumble. She stroked his length with gentle firmness, whimpering a little moan as her fingers glided back and forth on his engorged flesh. Theres nothing like hands-on experience in the classroom, teacher, Keller offered. Im all for visual aids. The best time is when the cookie finally connects with the warm, moist regions inside the receivers body With a long, slow swipe of her pink tongue across her lips, Maisy got down on her knees and Keller damn near shuddered in response. The cookie, she continued, brings extreme pleasure to the taste buds. Keller looked down to see the prettiest picture he could remember as Maisy took him into her sweet mouth, inch by inch. A groan rumbled up from his chest, loving the way her lips glided over his flesh as she licked and sucked his cock. It was as if his dick was the finest chocolate chip cookie ever created and he was just what she needed to satisfy her cravings. Mmmscrumptious, she mumbled around his cock, grazing it now with her teeth. Amazing Aw, Jesus, Maisy Keller buried his fingers in her hair, fisting handfuls of gold as her lips, tongue and teeth worked miracles on his cock. Maisy latched on to one of his ass cheeks with one hand, kneading his flesh, while cupping his balls with the other and massaging the heavy sac with loving attention. Since his cock was too big for her to take all at once, she twirled the tip of her tongue at its crown and then licked her way down its length to the base where she began to nibble. Nipping his rigid flesh all the way back to the tip again, she took as much of him as possible and fucked him with her pretty mouth until Keller thought hed go clear out of his mind.

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Just when he was on the verge of exploding, Maisy let his cock pop out of her mouth. It bobbed there a moment, desperately needing to be sheathed in her soft, wet heat again. Before long, she said, stilling his cock with her hand, kissing the crown and then flicking her tongue quickly over the tiny hole, the cookie achieves its maximum potential and purpose. Then, in a sudden burst of melting passion, liquid chocolate bathes the tongue and throat, bringing ultimate satisfaction to both the cookie and the cookie receiver. The realization that she intended to swallow jarred him. Before he could string two thoughts together, her luscious mouth covered him again, doing her special magic. After every few strokes she let his cock pop from her mouth and blew on it, as if to cool it off, before closing her lips around him again. He wasnt quite sure why she did that, but he didnt care. The important thing was that his beautiful Maisy was paying homage to him with her mouth. It didnt take long before Keller felt his balls draw up and tighten. The powerful wave of ecstasy rising within him thundered down the length of his cock, gushing out in hot ribbons against the back of Maisys throat. After howling out his pleasure and staggering back to support himself against the kitchen counter, Keller looked down to find Maisy gazing up at him, licking his male essence from her lips and projecting an extremely satisfied smile. Keller clutched her arms, drawing her from her knees to her feet and holding her close. That was fucking incredible, teacher. He kissed her soundly, tasting himself on her tongue. When their lips parted, Maisy snatched two warm cookies from the rack, placing one on Kellers tongue and one on her own. Her eyelids fluttered closed and Keller watched Maisy chew. As the melting chocolate glided down the back of his throat, he figured it must be doing the same for her then because he saw a blissful orgasmic expression as she thoroughly savored her cookie. Keller felt his cock twitch. If he hadnt just come, his dick would be ramrod hard again just from watching that remarkably expressive face of hers. And that, my dear student, she said, opening her eyes after swallowing and licking her lips again, is why your cock is like a chocolate chip cookie. Damn, Maisy. Ill never be able to look at a chocolate chip cookie in quite the same way again. Excellent. Maisy nodded. Then youve learned your lesson well, she announced, shoving another cookie into each of their mouths and pouring them cups of hot coffee. By the way, did you happen to notice that no alcohol whatsoever was involved in what just happened between us? Maisy asked.
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I did. Good. I just wanted to make that point. See? I told you Im not a lush or a wino. Those times I became inebriated were merelya serious of unfortunate events. She gave a dismissive flick of her wrist. I stand corrected, Keller said, making a small bow from the waist. And you sound just like those childrens books, he added with a laugh. Maisys expression must have mirrored her confusion. Lemony Snickets A Series of Unfortunate Events, Keller explained. He sipped from his coffee and ahhhhed, looking just as happy and satisfied as she felt. If youve got any more lessons of culinary carnality like that in mind, teacher, he said, I just might have to go back to school for another degree or two. She was amazed at how natural, how easy, how right it felt to perform oral sex on Keller. Especially since shed never done it before. John had never asked for it and she certainly wasnt about to offer to suck that annoying, anemic little doohickey of his. She glanced at Keller. They were both still naked, which meant she could drool over his big, beautiful, beefy body to her hearts content. Nope, there was nothing even remotely anemic about Keller. Through the intimate mouth-to-cock contact, she could easily feel his shaft react, pulse and twitch in her mouth. It was fascinating to explore the complicated fleshscape with her tongueall the veins, wrinkles, slopes and the smooth bulb, with its tiny hole at the tip. She hadnt quite known what to expect as far as the taste of his semen. Shed heard and read differing accounts. Some described the taste of cum as fishy and unpleasant and thats what she was prepared for, just in case. But it wasnt like that at all. It was warm, creamy, mildly salty and not at all unpleasant. She scored a big plus for the erotic romance novels shed read. If the rest of the erotic stuff shed read about was as accurate, she and Keller were in store for some amazing sexual adventures. That is, if all went well and she didnt lose him. The periodic cock-blowing part that she did really didnt seem to do much of anything for either of them, but shed made sure to include it just to make sure she did the job right. While she hadnt read about actually blowing on a mans cock in any of the erotic romances, Maisy figured it was simply a given and needed to be done. So I did okay then? Maisy asked, suddenly feeling shy as she peered at him over the cups rim. Incredulous laughter bubbled from Kellers throat. Okay? Jesus, Maisy, that was abso-fuckin-lutely fantastic. Phenomenal. Incredible. And definitely the last thing I ever expected when I drove you home. Did I get the blowing part right? Was there enough of it?
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Coffee cup poised in midair, Keller sat motionless for a moment, looking at her as if trying to decide what to say. Oh crap. She must have screwed up on the blowing after all and now he didnt want to tell her and hurt her feelings. Keller set his cup back in its saucer. The, uh, the blowing wasvery nice. Just perfect. He smiled. I enjoyed the entire experience immensely. Oh, thats good, Maisy said with a sigh of relief. I dont really understand why its called a blowjob though. I mean, it seems more appropriate to call it a suckjob, doesnt it? I guess it does, Keller said, looking just a tad uneasy. I really liked the way you tasted too. Your semen, I mean. She bit into a cookie, moaning her satisfaction. Keller gave her another hesitant look. Wellthank you. I definitely like the way you taste too, Maisy. I understand oral sex is a mans favorite kind of sex. Maisy sipped from her coffee, loving the way the dark brew complemented the chocolate. Is it your favorite, Keller? She was banking on it because that could mean shed succeeded in making him forget about Boris and Natasha and face-sucking with Rudy. Keller chuckled. Youre an interesting woman, Maisy. I dont think any other woman has asked me the questions you have before. I like sex, period. As for favorite types, ask me again after you and I have tried them all. He winked. That sounds good. I will. Maisy felt a deliciously warm tingle flush at her pussy. The fabulous new experience of giving Keller a blowjob had set her hormones on high. Now she wanted more. Much more. You know one of the best things about sex after its over? Keller asked. Maisy leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table and propping her chin on her hand. No, what? Good Lord, he was handsome. She could sit there looking at him, listening to him, studying him for days without getting bored. Especially when he was stark naked and she could easily get an eyeful of his muscles contracting and expanding as he moved. The wonderful clarity that comes after a great climax, he told her. And before you ask mebecause Im sure that questions nextyes, that was a sensational climax, Maisy. Thank you. Youre very welcome. What do you mean by clarity? Fascinating thing. Its like the brain awakens. It opens itself to reveal all the thoughts, musings and ideas that somehow end up getting buried. Know what I mean? No. Maisy had a feeling she wasnt going to like where this was leading. Yeah, like the questions Id asked you earlier, for instance. You know, the ones about your little masquerade and that muscle-head at the restaurant. The one you sank under the table with, remember?

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Ohuh So, Keller went on, clearly determined to get answers, since were sitting here all naked and cozy and relaxed, why dont we have another cup of coffee and another cookie while we chat about those things, hmm? Maisy narrowed one eye and glared at him. So, I guess bringing you to orgasm was my big mistake. She heaved a resigned sigh. Looks like I should have stopped short of letting you climax to avoid giving you, she hung invisible quotes in the air with her fingers, clarity. Keller laughed and waved a chastising finger at her. You didnt honestly think I was going to forget, did you? Well, duh, of course I did! Oh come on now, sweetheart. Whatever it is cant be all that bad. And Im really dying to hear all about it. Maisys eyes widened. Not yet. Oh pleasenot yet. She couldnt tell Keller about the terrible things shed done. Not now. Not before theyd even had a chance to make love. Oncejust once in his arms was all she asked. One wonderful, magical experience she could lock away in her heart and keep with her forever. Clutching her coffee cup as the starkness of losing Keller made her eyes sting with unshed tears, Maisy sent up a silent prayer. Please, let him stay with mejust a little while longer. Lets start with why you and Norman were disguised as Fuck me, Keller, Maisy blurted. What? Right now. This minute. I cant wait any longer. Im serious. I need to feel you deep inside. Your cock. My pussy. Lets get it on. Youre trying to distract me again, Keller accused. Is it working? Maisy asked. Keller looked down at his cock. Oh hell yeah.

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Chapter Twenty
Keller gathered his clothes and brought them upstairs to Maisys bedroom. As she pulled back the bedspread, he fished a row of condoms from his wallet and tossed them on her nightstand. She watched him as he moved, her pussy drooling right along with her mouth. It felt like Keller had been here with her in her bedroom before. Of course, he hadnt. How many times, with the help of one of her vibrators, had she engaged in enticing, full-blown fantasies featuring Keller? Too many to count. Rich with the heat of passion, the joy of beauty and the warmth and assurance of love, Maisys comprehensive fantasy world was the closest thing to heaven on Earth. But now she had more than a set of batteries and a hunk of plastic. She had the real deal, the authentic flesh and blood original, just a few feet from her bed. Sinking back against the pillows, she gazed at him as he walked toward her. This might be their one and only experience as lovers. Flooded with joy to have this precious gift of time with the man she wanted, the man she loved, Maisy offered him her warmest, most inviting smile. He climbed into her bed and her heart skipped a beat. Oh, this is going to be exquisite, she breathed. Ill do my best to make it that way for you, sweetheart. Well see if you want to give me a gold star once weve finished. Ill never be able to get enough of you, Keller. Not ever. Her gaze dropped to his cock. Look how big you are already. Thats what you do to me, Maisy. Im glad to hear that. Very glad. So which position are we going to try first? Me on top, you beneath me, on your back. He straddled her. Youve had some bad experiences in the past, honey. The first time we make love I want it to be special for you. I want to show you how a man is supposed to treat the woman he loves. So were going to start slow, with good old-fashioned missionary style. Maisy indulged in a melodic sigh. Oh Keller, you have no idea how much Ive wanted to feel you inside me. To experience sex the way its meant to be, for the first time in my life. She noticed Keller eyeing her belly in a peculiar manner that made her selfconscious. Whats wrong? What are you looking at? She sucked in her gut and fought

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the urge to cover herself with the sheet. Maybe she had lint in her bellybutton. Maybe her belly fat reminded him of Jell-O. Maybe Nothing. I was just trying to picture you with a staple in your navel. Ohuhwell, I hope thats not some sort of turn-on for you because you need to know Im not into that kind of piercing stuff, Keller. I mean, Ive got pierced ears, but Im not really too keen on body staples. I didnt even know you could do that. A devilish laugh rumbled up from Kellers chest. I just meant that you have a centerfolds body, Maisy. The kind of body in a magazine or calendar that you see tacked up in car mechanic shops, with a center-page staple right about here. Keller smoothed his hand over her belly then dipped low to kiss her navel. He swirled his tongue around the perimeter and dipped it inside. Harsh moans slipped from Maisys throat as the warm, wet contact made her shudder. Whoever would have thought a warm lick at her navel could be so sensuous? Big breasts, soft belly and round hips, he said as his big hands slid across her flesh, molding her curves. When he clutched her butt his eyes darkened. And the sweetest handful of ass Ive ever touched in my life. Beautiful, supple and voluptuous. Youve got a bad girl body and a good girl past, sweetheart. An irresistible combination. And youre all mine to do with as I please. Kellers words were like magic, especially considering the horde of body image issues Maisy lugged around inside. He liked her body. Loved it! Just the way she was! Just knowing that infused her with bold new confidence. Go ahead. Be my guest. Arching her back, she thrust her breasts high. Do with me whatever you please, Keller. Im yours for the taking. After her unpleasant history with John, Maisy had never imagined a time when shed freely and fully surrender herself to a man again. The thought of giving Keller carte blanche over her body was heady and exhilarating. Gazing at the pink, mushroom-shaped head of his cock, she remembered running her tongue over it earlier, tasting the smooth satiny flesh and his salty essence. It was hard to take her eyes from his sizeable cock as he sheathed it with a condom. Shed never experienced anything so big inside her before. Johns little shelled peanut of a penis simply couldnt compare. I almost feel like a virgin again, anticipating that very first time, Maisy confessed, a thrill sweeping through her at the idea. Shed been cheated that first time, on her wedding night years ago. Johns selfishness had blotted out any of the special magic that marked a womans first sexual encounter. Im going to do my best to keep that in mind, Maisy. I just hope I can last long enough to make it good for you. But Ive gotta warn you, youre so goddamn hot it wont be easy. Right now theres a wild animal inside me, clawing to get out. Its that part of me that just wants to tear into you and fuck your juicy little cunt until youre senseless.

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The carnal image and pointed words had Maisys pussy soaking. Theres definite appeal to that scenario, she said, her voice sultry. A moment later, Kellers hands captured her full attention. They were all over her, as if he were trying to memorize each curve through touch alone. She reached for his sac, cupping it gently and enjoying the weight of his balls in her hand. Even your balls are big. I like the way they feel. Theyre very happy right now, he said, smoothing his hand over Maisys as she caressed him. She could feel his sac contract slightly at her touch. A needy whimper escaped her lips. I like the sound of those sexy little cries you make when I touch you, he told her. It lets me know youre just as turned on as me. That you want to feel my cock driving home, hard and deep. Thats what you want, isnt it, baby? More than anything. I can hardly wait, Keller. Her hand fell away from his balls and she splayed her fingers against his biceps, feeling the muscles bunch and cord with his movement. He was so tall, so big and well-muscled, it made Maisy feel like an ittybitty little thing next to him. There was no sensation quite as agreeable and satisfying for a big girl. He toyed with her nipple, flicking it with his finger and plucking it until it stood high, aching for his mouth, longing to feel his tongue, his teeth. When Im near you, Maisy, Im like a crazy man, consumed with lust and desire. All I can think about is rubbing those glorious tits of yours all over me. Keller cupped her breasts with both hands, gazing at her flesh as if worshipping it. He buried his face between the mounds, paying homage to each breast with his mouth as she melted beneath him. Supporting his arms on either side of her, he dragged his chest over her swollen breasts. Crushing them against his hard pectorals, he swiveled slowly, the crisp curls of his chest hair scraping her nipples. The slight tickling sensation heightened her longing. Maisy had never felt more wanted, more desirable. Lifting himself, he caught one nipple between his teeth, nibbling, sucking, driving her mad. Liquid threads of delight shot through her, warming her like a hot toddy on a frosty night. I need you, Keller, she moaned. Deep. All the way inside. Keller touched her intimately, sweetly. Her clit came alive with sensation at his slow, tender contact. When he sank two fingers deep in her pussy, Maisy gasped. And I need you, baby. I need to fuck you, hard and long until my cock explodes inside you, he said, his eyes locked on hers as her breaths became shallow. While Maisy murmured tiny, nonsensical syllables, he twisted his fingers inside. I cant believe how tight you are. Aware of cream drenching her already moist pussy, she whispered, Its been a very long time. And Ive never had anything big enough inside to stretch me before.

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Ah yes, Keller said, his eyes half-lidded and a smile quirking his lips. Your only other experience was with Thumbkin. A third finger joined the others, and Keller thrust hard, stretching her as he moved in and out. Maisy thought sure shed die of an overdose of pleasure right on the spot. I can guarantee you a much fuller experience, Im just afraid I wont last more than ten seconds in there. Then I guess well just have to make it the best ten seconds ever, she suggested. She was squirming now, writhing in anticipation of the big event. Ill do my damnedest. I just want to make this good for you, sweetheart. It will be, Keller. Dont worry. Just do it, okay? Before I go out of my mind from expectation. Keller withdrew her fingers and Maisy immediately missed the feeling of fullness inside. He spread her thighs wide. Fitting the hard length of his cock directly against her pussy, he stroked it against her slit then nudged his way inside by just an inch or so. Yesmore, Keller. Give me more He sank deeper and Maisy moaned, clutching the bed sheet. Let me know if Im hurting you, he said through clenched teeth. Tell me if you need me to stop and I will. No, it feels great, Maisy said, half-tempted to shout out with glee at the welcome invasion of Kellers thick cock. Youre so big, Keller. You almost fill me up inside. Im taking it as slow as I possibly can for you, sweetheart. It feels like virgin territory in there. Maisy focused on his eyes when she heard his wicked laugh. And Im not even halfway in yet, honey. Youre kidding? Trembling all over her as sweat trickled from his forehead, Keller looked pained. Do I look like Im kidding? Oh boy! Unable to wait, Maisy thrust her hips high, forcing more of Kellers cock into her depths. God, it felt good. With a primal growl, Keller lifted Maisys hips from the mattress and filled her so full with his cock it stole her breath. Im sorry, I couldnt help it. Youre just so hot and wet in there, Maisy. So tight. Damn, you feel good. Just this side of pain, she found herself in a state of bliss, so complete she never wanted to move again. But when Keller drew back and plunged into her once more, stretching her, possessing her, Maisys pleasure meter registered a new high. His balls slapping her pussy with each downward stroke, he looked at her as if she were a grand and glorious fairytale princess. At least, thats how he made her feel. She watched her Prince Charmings dark eyes grow even darker until they became pools of molten chocolate.

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He felt so good, so right. She dug her fingers into his waist, clawing at him, needing to bring him closer, to touch him, soul to soul. This, this is what making love was all about. Maisys breath caught as she felt Kellers fingertips trace lightly over her breasts. Her eyes closed on a whimper as he suckled her. Sweet heaven, this was bliss. The sensation was too much, too superb. A tear trickled down her cheek and a moment later Keller stopped thrusting and her breast popped from his mouth. Did I hurt you? Nono. Im okay. Its wonderful, Keller. Extraordinary. How could she possibly put it into words to make him understand? How could she explain the flood of emotion coursing through her right now? It had been so long since shed been held like this, loved like this. Maisy fought to remember the last time. Hell, shed never been held or loved like this before. Ever. Good God, what shed been missing! Guiding her hips with shaking hands, Keller stared at the place where they joined. Ive wanted this for so long, he said hoarsely. Since that first time I saw you at the funeral home, all dolled up in that little black suit with the naughty bit of red lace peeking out at your cleavage. His gaze was still locked on the connection of cock to pussy as he sank in and drew back. Those plump lips of yours were all red and shiny, just begging to be kissed. He paused long enough to feather a kiss across her lips. I knew then and there it would be this good with us, Maisy. That was my farewell-you-bastard outfit, she told him, remembering her finely calculated ensemble. But now Ive come to think of it as my well-hello-you-gorgeoushunk outfit instead. She was about to engage in a little laugh just then, but when Keller thrust hard and high, her voice caught on a lingering moan. There was nothing quite as superb or gratifying as being made love to by a breathtakingly gorgeous man. A generous, gifted man. Kellers exceptional carnal skills transcended anything Maisy had read about in her steamy romance novels. Please, Keller, dont ever leave me She tried to tell him, as he pleasured her, what he was doing to her, how utterly magnificent he made her feel. But his erotic deeds had finally rendered her speechless. Awash in love, passion and emotion, Maisy gave herself fully to him, body and soul, as one final, purposeful twist of his hips sent her careening into yet another dimension where pleasure and satisfaction merged, permeating each cell of her being. The only thing that could possibly make her climax any better happened an instant later, when the sound of Keller roaring out his release, crying out her name, bonded with her own soulful cries. Tears of utmost joy blurring her vision as Kellers muscled magnificence slumped against her, Maisy Morganfield was a well-fucked, utterly satisfied and thoroughly pleasured woman.

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*****
That was fucking amazing, Keller said a few minutes later as Maisy cuddled against his chest. Id say that bit of expert workmanship earned you a whopping five gold stars, Maisy said, drawing random patterns on his chest with her finger. I never dreamed sex could be so beautiful. Im glad you felt that way. I was afraid Id traumatized you by acting like an animal. Keller chuckled. Nope. I liked seeing that fire in your eyes, Keller. And that fierce, commanding way you took me, all the while being mindful enough to make sure the experience was good for me. What a generous, unselfish lover you are. Splaying her fingers on his pecs, she kissed one of his flat, brown nipples. And what a hot tamale you are. He kissed her forehead. So, youre feeling good? Mmm-hmmI feel great, wonderful. Sensational. Goodgood. Nice and relaxed? Uh-huh. Maisy stretched. Extremely. Yeah, me too. I guess that makes this an ideal time for a little post-coital pillow talk, sweetheart. Maisy froze. Hey, I know, Keller said with mock innocence. Why dont you start by telling me all about Boris and Natasha? Unless youd like to start with the scene at the restaurant first. Maisys thoughts whirred as if in a blender set at high speed. There had to be something else she could do to distract Keller. Something special that would capture all his attention. Something extraordinary that would save her sorry ass from having to make explanations. Sure, Keller, she said. As a matter of fact, I had the same thought. Its definitely time we talk. Keller gave a resolute nod. Well, its about damned time. Right after I introduce you to one of my best friends, Maisy said. What? Keller whipped his head, looking from left to right. Who? His expression morphed into a scowl. Maisy, youre stalling again. Sucking in a gasp of mock indignation as her hand flew to her throat, Maisy pinned Keller with a wounded glare. Oh Kellerthat was unkind. She sniffed. And after what we just shared together too. Im shocked. Shocked and hurt. She forced her bottom lip to tremble.

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Kellers face fell. Aw, Im sorry, Maisy. Im an ass. Just forget what I said and, please, dont cry. Wellokay. She batted her eyelashes at Keller, doing her best to look like an angel radiating pure innocence. Smiling sweetly, she raised a finger as she maneuvered to the edge of the mattress. Just give me a minute. She got up and padded to the bathroom, formulating her idea as she opened the linen closet and grabbed the item she prayed would stun Kellers senses. Keller Fitch, she said, returning to the bed, hands behind her back. Meet Lieutenant Largo Lovethruster from the planet Dickprobe. She brought her hands to the front and presented her precious neon green vibrator to Keller, who gaped at it as if it were a sewer rat. What the hell is that? he asked, a definite vibe of disgust in his tone. I already told you, one of my best friends. She flicked one of the switches and Largo came to life. Largo is one of my favorite vibrators. Jesus, you use that thing on yourself? It looks like an alien. My thoughts exactly, Maisy agreed as she got in the bed and knee-walked toward Keller. Thus the name Lieutenant Largo Lovethruster from the planet Dickprobe. You give your vibrators names? And ranks and origins? Well, of course. Doesnt everybody? Maisy shrugged. Believe me when I tell you that this little green alien is capable of amazing things, Keller. Kellers lips quirked into a smile. I hope to hell youre going to show me. His gaze dropped to her pussy and he licked his lips. Definitely. I want you flat on your back, Maisy instructed, giving his chest a shove until he fell back. You can prop your head on a couple of pillows so you can see better. Oh, I definitely want to see, all right. He grinned. Im going to turn this to low first, to let you get used to the sensations. Spread your legs for me, Keller. He did and Maisy got on her knees, positioning herself at the center, hovering just over his cock. Mmm, look at that. Your cock is already coming around again. She feathered her fingers across it. Thats great. Itll get even bigger once you start working your magic on that little pink clit of yours with the alien. Uhthats not exactly what I had in mind, Maisy told him. Now just relax while I get you and Largo acquainted, up close and personal. She brought the vibrator to Kellers groin, making sure it would be at the lowest setting when she clicked it on. Aiming the fork of the unit at the base of his cock, so that a vibrating sphere was on either side of his shaft, she turned it on. Keller yelped, yelling out an amazingly colorful string of oaths. Jesus! Fuck! He scooted back like a crab into a full sitting position. What the hell do you think youre doing, Maisy?
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You mean youve never been pleasured by a vibrator before? she asked, wondering if maybe she might be the first woman to ever think of using a vibrator on a man. If this diversion worked as well as she hoped, maybe shed design and package her own line of vibrators, specifically made for cock stimulation. Maybe with an expanding donut-ring center. Shed make a fortune overnight! Of course not. Thats for women. You cant use one of those things on a guys dick. Why not? Itswell, its just nothing something you do to a guy, thats all. Youre not chicken, are you, Keller? she baited him, wondering at the same time if she might be making a terrible mistake. What if vibrating a cock somehow rendered it useless? What if cock-quaking made a guy sterile? What if the poor trembly cock got all shriveled and tiny and it retreated back inside the mans body, never to be seen again? No, Im not chicken, I just Are you saying theres a medical reason why a vibrator shouldnt be applied to a mans cock or balls? Maisy asked, seeking verification. I mean, did your peniscologist, or whatever a mans private parts doctor is called, come right out and tell you to avoid stimulating your cock with a vibrator? Keller burst out laughing. I cant believe were having this conversation. Its ridiculous. And, believe me, its certainly not a conversation Id have with my doctor. Hed think I was gay for chrissakes. So, to the best of your knowledge, theres no valid medical reason why I cant vibrate your cock with this, right? Masturbating with a vibrators not something little boys are cautioned against doing? Keller laughed again. I suppose not. At least I dont remember the subject ever coming up in conversation with my parents over Sunday dinner. Good. Get back in position, she ordered. Times a-wastin. She turned the vibrator on again. How did it feel when I touched it to your cock? Did it hurt? No, it just felt weird, he answered, a resigned look on his face. Okay. Just keep in mind that weird can be good. Now let yourself relax and enjoy this, Keller. Wrapping one hand around the top of his shaft, she positioned the vibrator low, at the root again. She moved the unit up and down slowly, while pumping his cock with her hand at the same time. How does that feel? Im not sureeither really good, or really bad. Maisy watched Kellers cock bloom. Your cock definitely thinks it feels good. She removed her hand from his cock and ran the vibrator up and down the full length of his shaft. Keller groaned. Maisy smiled.

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She turned the power indicator to medium and Keller tensed as she dragged it up his fully erect cock. Shit. Im going to come. Maisy was delighted that her plan was working, but she didnt want Keller coming quite so fast. No, that wouldnt do at all. She needed to draw this out, to pleasure him long enough so that his mind became a complete blank and hed forget all about Boris and Natasha and the sordid restaurant kiss. Not so fast, speedy. She took the vibrator away from his cock. Would you like to see how I use Largo on myself? she asked. Yeahoh yeah. Show me, baby. His passion-fogged gaze zeroed in on her pussy as Maisy aimed the vibrator at her clit. Under normal circumstances shed never be able to do something like this. So bold. So brazen. But these werent normal circumstances. Emergency measures were not only necessary, they were mandatory! She clearly had no choice but to sacrifice her timidity for the sake of saving her relationship with Keller. Swallowing hard, Maisy drew her labia back with the fingers of one hand and pressed one of the green plastic balls between her thighs. As soon as it made contact with her clit, her breath caught and she moaned. Now thats what I like to see, Keller said. Thats beautiful. Make yourself come for me, Maisy. Just for you, Keller. Just for you. Maisy turned Largo on high and fixed the side with the plastic spikes against her clitoris. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she almost forgot Keller was there. Except for the decidedly naughty thrill that shot through her, knowing that he watched. Even your moan is vibrating, Keller noted. I love it. I love watching you, sweetheart. Maisys eyes popped open when she felt a delicious mix of pain and pleasure at her breasts. A smiling Keller kneeled before her, pinching and twisting her taut, rigid nipples as she vibrated her clit. Dear God Maisy breathed, feeling herself on the threshold of paradise. Weaving the fingers of her free hand through Kellers hair, she leaned close to kiss him. His hands never leaving her nipples, he turned her tender kiss into a wild festival of bliss as his tongue fucked her mouth. The array of erotic sensation was just too much for Maisy to bear. As the heavenly pull, pound and throb exploded through her clit, her breath shuddered out of her lungs. Keller captured her orgasmic scream in his mouth, swallowing every last vestige of her trembling cries. Before Maisy could collapse, he enveloped her in his arms, whispering sweet words of endearment at her ear, kissing her temple, her throat, her shoulder. That was so beautiful it was almost a religious experience, he whispered.

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As Maisys pleasured senses tripped through time and space, the nagging reminder that she needed to keep Kellers mind occupied intruded, propelling her back to the present. Doing her best to gather her wits, she cupped Kellers jaw in her hands and smiled up at him. Now let me do the same for you, she said. Together we can discover what its like to bring a man to climax by vibrating the bejeezus out of his cock. She indulged in a throaty chuckle, at the same time giving Kellers chest a nudge, letting him know she wanted him on his back again. He complied without argument and Maisy breathed a sigh of relief. Before she used the vibrator on him, her fingernails lightly scraped the underside of his balls and she felt him shiver. Im going to send you over the edge of sanity, Keller, she promised. Im going to make every last nerve ending in your body come alive and vibrate as your body is wracked by endless shudders of ecstasy. She couldnt believe she was actually making herself hot again just by talking like that. Do it to me, baby. Im ready. Mmmm, she loved that lusty, expectant look in his eyes. Maisy positioned the vibrator at the very tip of Kellers cock this time and turned it on medium. His body tensed immediately and she heard him suck in a breath. And when your hot male essence comes shooting strong and fast out of your cock, she told him, working the vibrator up, down and all around his shaft, Im going to seize every last drop of that velvety cum in my mouth and swallow it all down. Looking up at Keller with her best, wicked smile, Maisy flicked Largo to low and positioned her open mouth at the apex of Kellers cock. Then she lightly stroked the vibrator over his scrotum. That single pass was all it took to trigger his ejaculation and an instant later, Kellers hands were threaded in her hair, fisting it. He roared out his climax as she drank from his spurting cock. An idyllic, serene eternity passed as they lay together in silence, with her head on Kellers chest and his arms around her, lazily caressing her. She loved listening to him breathe, feeling his heartbeat beneath her cheek. It was all so perfect. She could stay like that forever. What an amazing woman you are, Maisy. Ive never met anyone like you before. You make me feel happy. Content. Supremely satisfied. And so blissfully, entirely, wholly stunned that hed forgotten about pummeling her with annoying questions, Maisy hoped. I cant think of a better time for a heart-to-heart talk, sweetheart, can you? Keller asked. Her eyes flashed wide. What the hell? Did Keller have a one-track mind, for chrissakes?

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Maisy contemplated ignoring him by pretending she was asleep and snoring, instead she manufactured a huge yawn. Oh boy. Im so tired, she said through a second yawn. All that wonderful lovemaking really wore me out. Too sleepy to talk. I think Ill take a nap for a little while. Shutting her eyes tight, she did her damnedest to look like she was asleep. Keller opened Maisys eyelid with his fingers. Wake up, sleeping beauty. Its time to talk. Heaving a defeated groan, Maisy sat up, with Keller following suit. In most of the romance novels Ive read, the hero likes to roll over and go to sleep after sex. Or maybe have a pizza. He never wants to talk. I could definitely go for a pizza, Keller said, glancing at the clock. Its just about dinnertime anyway. Good. Ill order one. Maisy started scooting off the bed and Keller grabbed her, holding her in place. That sounds great. We can talk while were eating. Why dont you just roll over and go to sleep instead, Maisy suggested. Because Im not that kind of romance hero. Im the kind who likes to get all cozy, cuddly and chatty after sex. Chatty, huh? With a dubious look, Maisy offered, Okay, so tell me all about your childhood. Im all ears. Keller grinned. Face it, Maisy. Ive got you cornered. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held tight. No more excuses. Time to spill your guts. Maisy gave him a narrow-eyed glare. Did you have sex with me just so you could give me the third degree? Absolutely. That was the only reason, he teased, cupping her breast and jiggling it in his palm. Now lets have it. Why were you and your crazy boss dressed up like a couple of cold war spies at my sisters office? Maisys heart sank. Her time was up. She had to face the music. Shit! Wellat least she got to sleep with him one glorious, magical time Okay, Keller, you win. Ill tell you everything. You see, Normans cousin The telephone rang. Yes! Saved by the bell!

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Chapter Twenty-One
Maisys demeanor brightened considerably. Excuse me for a moment, Keller, that might be important. She crawled over him, reaching for the phone on her nightstand to answer the call, happy for anything that would help delay the inevitable. A quick glance at the clock told her it was almost five-thirty. Hello? Hello, maam, this is Alice with Surveys USA and Id like to just ask you a few questions about your radio listening preferences. Do you have a moment? Rescued by a telemarketer? Well, son of a gun. The quivery-voiced woman on the other end of the line sounded positively ancient. Maisy pictured a sweet, silver-haired senior citizen, volunteering her time for the arts. Sending up a silent prayer of thanks, she vowed never to offer curt replies and hang up on telemarketers ever again in the future. Pregnant with possibilities, her mind raced before she responded. Um, yes, yes, of course, she said. My goodness, Alice, you sound upset. Is anything wrong? I do? Ohno, Im just a little tired, thats all. Its the end of my shift. Sorry. So, how many hours would you say that you spend listening to the radio each day? Oh dear. You mean now? Isnt there anyone else available to handle this? There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Umis this a bad time for you, dear? I can call back later or tomorrow if that would be better. No, not at all, Alice. I understand. You dont have any choice. Of course Im available. After all, Im the vice president, its part of my job. She glanced at Keller, who eyed her skeptically. A nervous giggle escaped her lips. Just give me ten to fifteen minutes. The vice president? Long pause. Soyou only listen to the radio for ten to fifteen minutes a day? Maisy felt guilty for confusing the poor old woman, but she simply couldnt pass up this golden opportunity to escape Kellers persistent questions. I believe so. Ill have to find all the paperwork with the statsits in Normans file cabinet. Stats? Oh thats not necessary, dear. Were just looking for approximates. What about your favorite station? Do you prefer jazz, classical, hard rock, rap or golden oldies?

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Thats hard to say without going through the documents. It all depends on the clients preferences. Do your best to hold down the fort, Alice. Just let them know Im on my way. There was that silence again. Umwhat? Let who know? The woman sounded flustered. Dear, you dont have to come down to our office, all I need is Alice? Guilt gnawed harder at Maisys gut. Jesus, she was screwing with the mind of someones sweet, little old grandma! Yes? I just wanted to let you know that I think youre doing a really wonderful job. Ohwhy, thank you, dear. Maisy said goodbye and hung up the receiver. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she turned to Keller. Oh Keller, Im terribly sorry but theres an emergency at the office. Being the vice president, I need to pinch-hit for Norman. Keller slanted Maisy a wary look. A travel emergency? Oh sure. They happen all the time. You know, lost luggage, hotel switchesbut this ones really important. Can I impose on you to drive me to the office? My buddy Norman kind of stranded me, remember? She gave a little laugh. Maisy scurried about, scrambling into her clothes. Yeahsure, Keller said as he got himself dressed. But what kind of travel emergency Maisy raced out of the bedroom and down the stairs with Keller at her heels. Gathering her purse and keys, she remembered her broken heeled shoe and slipped into a pair of flats from her coat closet. Just as her hand was about to grab the doorknob, Keller clasped her arm. Slow down, Maisy. Keller, Ive got to go. They need me! Your office isnt that far. You told them youd be there in ten to fifteen minutes. Ill have you there in plenty of time. I believe you were about to tell me about this dire travel emergency. Ehright. A VIP client just flew in from Austria, she explained. Hes there at the office, waiting to go over the travel arrangements we made for him. Heshes, uhgoing to travel across the U.S. Maisy took in Kellers disbelieving expression and she swallowed hard. Damn it, if Norman could get away with telling those whoppers of his, then so could she! His name is Rudolph Schwarzenegger. Hes a wealthy big shot. Schwarzenegger? Maisy nodded, placing her fingers to her lips. One of Arnolds relatives. Its all very hush-hush. Now Keller really looked skeptical and Maisy got nervous and licked
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her lips. She could almost feel one of those awful telltale, nervous staccato giggles of Normans rising, but she suppressed it. Norman must have forgotten about this client flying in, Maisy continued. Evidently, he got stuck having cocktails with the rep from the new cruise line and the office cant reach him. I see. Sothe batteries must be dead in both his pager and cell phone, hmm? Keller asked with a know-it-all smirk. Damn! Shed forgotten about that. Ohwell, when Norman left your sisters office, he was running late for his appointment with the cruise rep. He rushed back to Persimmon to get the paperwork he needed anduh, I guess in all the commotion he left his pager, she cleared her throat, and his cell phone in his trench coat in his office. She smiled brightly, trying her damnedest to look convincing and camouflage her uneasiness. By Kellers disbelieving expression, she had a sinking feeling it wasnt working. Mr. Schwarzenegger is an elderly gentleman and no doubt feels a little lost here in a foreign country, all by himself. So I really do need to get to the office right away. She hiked a shoulder in an apologetic shrug. Keller stood silent for a moment in apparent contemplation. After what seemed like forever, he finally said, Sure, no problem. Under one condition. Maisy blinked. Condition? With a resolute nod, Keller said, Yup. Ill be back here at your place this evening at nine oclock to pick you up. You better be here. No excuses. Pick me up? For what? A date. You know, you, me, food, conversationmore. Placing special emphasis on the word, Keller jiggled his eyebrows in a devilish manner and Maisy felt her heart lurch. And tonight he said just above a whisper, yanking her close to slide the tip of his tongue back and forth across her lips. Maisys heart tap-danced through her chest. Yes, Keller? She gazed dreamily into his luscious chocolate chip eyes, anticipating his next remark. Go on. What about tonight? She found herself getting all girly and batted her lashes at him. It was going to be something stupendously romantic, she could just feel it. And she was this-close to melting into a puddle of goo at his feet. He tilted her chin and kissed the tip of her nose. Tonight, you can give me all those explanations you owe me over dinner. Winking, he broadcast a self-satisfied grin. So much for stupendous romance. He was only interested in that damned explanation. Her visions of another hot, juicy, passionate romp between the sheets thwarted, Maisys tap-dancing heartbeat slowed to a clumsy box step.

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Sorry. No can do, Keller. Ill probably have to entertain the Austrian this evening. At nine oclock at night? Maisy shrugged. Its part of my job description. Keller nailed her with yet another dubious expression. No problem. Well bring the old geezer along if we absolutely have to. But he gets dropped off after dinnerand before dessert. Keller flashed a smile and Maisys heart leapt at the renewed hope. After all, they had all those varieties of sex to explore to see which he liked best. Maybe they could try them all before Keller asked any more questions. Now, any more excusesNatasha? Before she knew what was happening, Maisy heard herself let go with one of those hideous nervous giggles of Normansthe ones she positively loathed. Nope. Nine oclock it is. Her anticipatory glow faded to black and panic set in when she thought about Keller seeing Norman at the travel agency when he dropped Maisy off in a few minutes. She had to reach Normannow! Excuse me for a moment while I run to the bathroom, Keller.

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You can come out now, NormanKellers gone, Maisy said, opening the door to the office supply room where Norman sat hunched behind a pile of boxes. Norman peeked his head out. What was that frantic call all about, telling me I had to hide? Keller just dropped me off. I didnt want him to see you. I told him youre with the cruise rep and I have to fill in for you. I dont understand. Why would Maisy waved an outstretched finger at him. You miserable, chicken-hearted, lilylivered, hideous excuse for a human being. You just left me out there in that parking lot with Keller all by myself and looking like a clown! She whapped her shoulder bag against Normans side as he rose. Cringing, Norman rubbed his arm where the weighty purse made impact. Honestly, I dont know why youre so upset with me, Maisy. Granted, I may have been a little hasty locking you out of the car this afternoon, he lapsed into a nervous giggle when Maisy glared at him, but it all worked out for the best. You got to spend the afternoon with Keller, didnt you? Yes Maisy couldnt help the wistful sigh that escaped her throat at the thought of the phenomenal sex theyd had. Oh my God, Norman gasped. You did it. You had sex with Keller!
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At a loss for words, Maisy just stared at him with a blank expression. Yes! I knew it! That means youre not a semi-virgin anymore. Finally. How was it? As good as you thought? Better Maisy whispered on a dreamy sigh, before her attention snapped back to the present. I mean, thats none of your business, Norman. An elated expression across his features, he was rubbing his hands together. Its all working out just the way I planned. Oh this is rich. This is sensational! And before you know it, Maisy, Sharon and Wilson will be sailing for Russia. His arms outstretched, Norman beamed a toothy grin. See? What did I tell you? No problem. Life is perfect. In fact, I think I feel a dance of joy coming on. He snapped his fingers high in the air. Maisy gave Norman another solid roundhouse whack with her purse and he winced. Are you insane, Norman? Is that the problem? I mean, you must be crazy if you dont realize that, because of you, any future with the man of my dreams might be kaput. Oh come on, Maisy, stop exaggerating. Its not that bad. I mean, really, how bad could it be if you had sex with him, huh? You snagged him, reeled him in. Hes hooked. Norman glanced at Maisy, who would have been breathing fire through her nostrils if at all possible. He quickly averted his gaze. Okay, so judging by the highly unattractive scowl on your face, I guess it is that bad. What did you tell Keller about our Boris and Natasha masquerade at Sharons office? Im sure you came up with something dazzling. I told him nothing. There, see? Norman became comfortably animated again and smiled at Maisy. Keller didnt even ask. He was obviously so mesmerized by your voluptuous body that all he cared about was dancing the mattress jig, stuffing the taco, hiding the hot dog. Elbow-elbow. Wink-wink. So what are you worried about, honey? Maisy laughedit was a sick, strangled sound. Norman, sex or no sex, that man has a mind like a steel trap. The memory of an elephant. Kellers determined to find out every last detail of our escapades. Id finally decided that I had no choice but to tell him the truth The truth! But Maisy, you cant Until the phone rang, she continued. I pretended it was the office saying I had to cover for you. She proceeded to tell Norman the whole Austrian client story she told Keller. Brilliant! Good thinking, Maisy. Youre getting more like me every day. Laughing, he draped his arm on her shoulder. She promptly removed it. Dont add insult to injury, Norman. I figured I could stall for time until you and I could come up with something plausible. At least moderately rational. She slapped her

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head. Listen to what Im saying. I must be crazy too if I think you, of all people, can come up with something logical and believable. Dont worry, we have plenty of time to concoct a convincing story. Hes picking me up for dinner at nine oclock tonight. Norman glanced at his watch. Oh. How can we possibly explain being caught in his sisters office in those ridiculous disguises? There was a long pause as Norman sat on one of the boxes and rubbed his chin, while Maisy tapped her toe against the concrete floor. Ive got it! Eyes closing in a long blink, Maisy shook her head. Im afraid to ask. Well tell him we were plotting out the script for our offices first mystery dinner! Its a cinch. Remember the one we went to last year at that restaurant downtown? Maisy nodded. Well just say that we were doing some live-action script testing. And since the plot involves a Realtor, we decided to act out part of the script at the closest real estate office to see if it was believable. Beaming a triumphant grin, Norman leapt up and gestured dramatically. Ta-da! Maisy thought for a moment and then nodded. My brain must be fried. Huh? Because that really doesnt sound too bad, Norman. Its simple and not too elaborate. It-it almost sounds credible. She smiled for the first time since she got to the office. Okay, I say we go with that. I certainly cant come up with anything better. Do you think Keller will buy it? Draping his arm around her shoulder again and pulling Maisy into a buddy-hug, Norman said, Are you kidding? Trust me.

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Chapter Twenty-Two
Maisys doorbell rang at eight forty-five and Hershey yipped, alerting his mistress to the arrival. Kellers early, she said, glancing first at the clock and then down at Hershey. What do you think, Hershey? Do I look good enough to wow Mr. Fitch? She gave herself a final mirror check and smiled. Her chic black dress was smart, simple and slimming. The few tasteful gold accessories shed chosen looked just right. Patting her hair, which shed pulled back in a sleek twist, she saw Hershey slant his head. He seemed to smile as he studied her. Heading for the front door, Maisy thought about the terribly naughty crotchless panties and lacy, barely there bra she wore beneath her dress. A warm tingle lodged at her pussy as she contemplated an extensive night of sizzling, hot passion. She had a really good feeling about tonight. Normans mystery dinner rehearsal idea was fairly believable. And shed decided to tell Keller that it was just her overly amorous, dopey cousin he saw kissing her at the restaurant. She grinned at Hershey and he bellowed a sickly whimper. Nope, she said, patting the little dog, you dont have to worry, Hershey. I think everythings going to work out perfectly for Keller and meI can feel it in my bones. She sucked in a deep breath and answered the door. Maisy gasped. Rudy! What are you doing here? Ive come to help you, Maisy, he said, stepping into her living room. Hello, my fur-buddy Hershey. He petted the little dog, which was clearly in heaven, sniffing the restaurant odors clinging to Rudys body. You what? Ja. I feel so terrible when Norman told me about the bad situation you have with your dreamship. My what? Your lover boy. Rudy nodded with a wink. I know I did not do a very good job at the restaurant with Big Wilson last night. So I thought I would come here to pretend to be your rich Austrian travel client tonight. He held his shoulders back proudly and grinned. Surprise, Maisy! Maisys hand flew to her mouth in horror. Oh no! No, Rudy, you have to leave. But Im sorry, I dont mean to be rude. I mean, this was a very sweet gesture on your part, and I really appreciate it, she said gently, as she pushed the hulking German out

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of her house. But Id really rather be alone with Keller. You can understand that, right? Rudy nodded knowingly. Ahhh, you want to get cozy and have more sex with your dreamship. Yes, I understand. He gave her a thumbs-up sign. Dreamboat, Maisy corrected. Besides, I told Keller our Austrian client is an elderly man and youre certainly not Maisy gasped and clapped her hand against her mouth. Oh my God, Rudy, I nearly forgot. Keller saw you putting the moves on me last night at the restaurant. We have got to get you out of here before he sees you. She pushed him again, barely moving him an inch. Putting the moves? Rudy scrunched his handsome features. What does this mean? You know, the lip-lock, the clench. She rolled her eyes and groaned as Rudy just stood there looking gorgeously befuddled. The passionate kiss you gave me, Rudy, remember? Oh! The macho-man smooch. Ja, sure I remember. He broadcast a bright smile. I did an excellent job of putting the moves on you, ja, Maisy? We fooled Big Wilson pretty good. He thinks Norman and I are manly men and that you are I are having much newlywed sex. He broke into a wide-toothed grin, looking for all the world like a big kid. Sighing, Maisy patted his solid arm and nodded. Yes, Rudy, you did a fine job. Your performance was sodramaticthat it flabbergasted not only Big Willy but Norman and me too. She smiled weakly. Ja, I can be very dramatic when I have to be. Dont worry, if I can fool Big Wilson, I can fool your dreamship too I have been practicing my Austrian accent. Oh good Lord. No, Rudy. Really, its not necessary. You have to go. Now Maisy shoved him again, which had about as much effect as trying to topple a brick wall. Kellers likely to be here any Inhaling an audible gasp, Maisy yanked Rudy into the house and slammed the door. Damn it! she said, hunching down into a squatting position and pulling Rudy down along with her. Obviously dumbfounded, Rudy said, Whats wrong, Maisy? The doorbell rang and Maisy grasped Rudys arm, digging her nails into the sleeve of his sport coat. Shhh. Hes here, she whispered, placing her finger to her lips. We need to stay down here, out of sight. Who is here? Big Wilson? Maisy offered him a disbelieving look. Havent you been listening to anything Ive said? she whispered. Kellers here. He pulled up just a minute ago. Thats him at the door. He absolutely cannot see you here. I could never explain it if he recognized you from last night. He thinks you and I are

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The bell rang again, this time followed by a knock. Maisy held her finger to her lips in a shushing motion again. If were quiet, maybe hell just go away. Ah, but that would be terrible, Maisy. Then you would miss your dreamship man. Bestowing a kind, gentle smile on Maisy, Rudy patted her neatly coiffed hair. Dont worry, little one. Everything will be fine. Trust me. With that, he rose and opened the door before Maisy could stop him. No! she squealed to no avail before coming face to knees with Keller. Trust me? Trust me! My God, Rudy and Norman really are made for each other, Maisy thought as her heart slid down to her toes. Keller looked astoundingly handsome in his dark suit and tie. Hello, was all she could manage as she offered a dilapidated grin, raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at him. Uhhi, Maisy. What are you doing down there? Keller asked. Oh. Imlooking for my earring. She patted her hands across the floor. You mean one of those? Keller said, squatting and flicking the gold adornments on Maisys bejeweled ears with his fingernails. Maisys hands flew to her ears and she laughed. Well, what do you know? Always the last place you look. She laughed again as Keller assisted her to a standing position. Ah, you must be Keller, Rudy said, grasping Kellers hand and pumping sturdily. At the same time, Hershey greeted Keller eagerly by doing his best to crawl up the mans pant leg. I am Rudy Schwarzenegger, the rich, important, elderly traveler from Germany. Maisy discreetly kicked his leg and Rudy winced. I mean Austria. After petting Hershey, Keller eyed the big, strapping, handsome young hunk. He turned his gaze on Maisy. So this is the old guy you told me about earlier, huh? Maisy felt her face growing hot. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. Yes, wellheuhthe interesting thing is that Her mind emptied as fast as a schoolroom at recess. Yes, young man, Rudy piped in. I am much older than I look. Old enough even to be your papa. He winked at Maisy who wanted to wither and die right there on the spot. I take special vitamins and eat yogurt and wheat germ and I work out every day. For this, I appear to have the childish body of a thirty-five-year-old. He beamed a smile, apparently satisfied that Keller was going to buy his cockamamie story without batting an eye. The expression across Kellers face was half grimace, half twisted smile, as though he wasnt sure whether to laugh or to spit something out. Miraculously, it seemed that he hadnt recognized Rudy from the restaurant. Maisy sent up a silent prayer of thanks. Is this guy for real? Keller finally said to Maisy, thumbing toward Rudy.

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Maisy blanched as she heard one of Normans nervous staccato giggles erupt from her lips. Im afraid so, she said, offering a sickly smile. What do you mean? Sure, I am real, Rudy said, flexing his bicep. Here, feel this musclelike iron. Maisy pressed Rudys arm down. Rudy, thats just a figure of speech. Oh. Sorry. I still have a little bit of trouble with my English. Maisy held back a burst of incredulous laughter at his understatement. Yes, Keller, she said. Rudys actually quite a bit older than he looks. Probably something in his genes. Rudy grasped his suit pants, looking confused. But I am not wearing my jeans, Maisy. I thought a suit would be better tonight. Stone faced, Maisy indulged in a long blink. No use shooting him a look meant to kill. It would have little effect on Rudy because he was too busy trying to figure out the genes-jeans issue to notice Maisys vexation. You know, you look awfully familiar, Rudy. Have we met before? Keller asked through a narrowed, searching gaze. Someplace recently. Let me think Panic infusing her cells, Maisy slid her fingers behind her back and crossed them. No! That was not me you saw at the restaurant last night, Rudy blurted. Oh God, Maisy said as she let her head fall against the front door with a thud. God, God, God, she repeated, banging her head against the door with each repetition. Last night. Thats it! Keller practically shrieked as he jabbed a finger at the big German. The restaurant! Youre the face sucker! Rudys features scrunched. What is this face sucker? For heavens sake, Keller, dont be ridiculous. Reasonably certain her goose was cooked, Maisy struggled valiantly to salvage the budding relationship with the man of her dreams. That wasnt Rudy. I mean, how could it be? I told you that he just flew in from Austria today, didnt I? Do I look like an idiot, Maisy? Kellers chiding tone was steely as he crossed his arms over his chest. You just arrived today, right, Rudy? Maisy coached, her smile faltering, the last remnants of confidence evaporating. Looking flustered, Rudy licked his lips and leaned toward Maisy, cupping his hand against her ear. What should I say, Maisy? he whispered a bit too loudly. Ow! he said, rubbing his calf where Maisy had just kicked him. Ja! I just came here today from Austria. I was not the possible face sucker you saw last night. He gave Maisy an exaggerated wink. Keller shifted, resting his weight on one leg. Okay, theres something really fishy going on around here and I want to know what it is. Youre not going to squirm out of it this time, Maisy. Got it?

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Im telling you, Keller, that wasnt Rudy you saw last night. That wasmy cousin. Oh crap. She couldnt believe her own ears. Talk about desperation! She was a moron. An idiot. A feather-brained nincompoop. Keller gawked at her, disbelief skewing his features. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Maisy offered him a sad, sickly, hopeful smile. Of course! Keller said, raising his arms and letting them slap against his sides. Thus the term, kissing cousins His smile morphed into a disbelieving glare. Yes. She gave an enthusiastic nod. Exactly. My cousin is the black sheep of the family. Dopey and overly amorous with all of his female cousins. She flashed a hopeful grin. Keller studied Maisy and then shifted his gaze to Rudy. He shook his head. Nope. Uh-uh. He turned back to Maisy, while pointing at Rudy. Thats him. Thats the guy I saw attached to you last night. Come on, what is this? Whats going on? Rudy stepped forward. Please, Keller, you must believe Maisy. It could not be me who was doing an attachment to Maisy, because I do not have sexual interest for women. Keller cocked his head. Huh? Oh for heavens sake, Keller, Maisy said. Rudy is gay. Keller gave the blue-eyed blond, who could have been a candidate for Mr. Universe, a skeptical appraisal. Yeah right. It seems youve uncovered a great deal of personal information about your client, considering he just flew in from Austria today. Eh was Maisys brilliant retort. Maisy speaks the truth, Rudy said. Norman and I are very gay lovers Maisy gasped and Kellers face froze. Keller, Maisy jumped in, let me explain. Theres nothing to explain. I fully understand the term gay, Maisy. However, he eyed the striking German again, Im not all that sure I believe it. Ive seen the way this guy looks at you, Maisy. Just as Maisy opened her mouth to protest, the doorbell rang. Maisy stood stone still, wondering what further travesty awaited just outside her door. Rudy reached for the doorknob and Maisy whapped his hand away. Rudy, do not touch that doorknob. Allow me, Keller said, yanking the door open before Maisy could do anything to stop him. Howdy, young fella, Big Willy said to Keller as he doffed his Stetson. Is Maisy here?

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If it were possible for a person to have a near death experience while standing in her foyer, Maisy was certain thats exactly what was happening to her at that very moment.

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Chapter Twenty-Three
Theres my girl, Big Willy said, picking Maisy up and swinging her around. Yall dont mind if I greet the little missus Texas style, do you? The missus? Keller nearly squeaked. Hershey barked and growled. He evidently didnt care for the big Texan getting so familiar with his mistress. Keller looked from Big Willy to Rudy to Maisy. What the hell is going on here? Maisy, is this guy your husband? he asked, motioning to Big Willy. Certainly not, Maisy said, practically spitting the words in disgust. Wilson, put me down this instant! Reveling in laughter, Big Willy complied. Nope, young fella, he said, slapping Keller roundly on the back. I surely tried, but Maisys heart was stolen by this nice foreign fella here. He nodded toward Rudy and Kellers eyes about popped out of his skull. Maisy gave in to a pained groan. Names Wilson Jasper, but everybody calls me Big Willy. And you are? Keller, he said absently. Keller Fi Wilson! Maisy cried before Keller could get the Fitch part out. All three men started. She stepped between Keller and Big Willy, clinging desperately to the hope that she could somehow salvage the whole sordid, twisted mess. This is my friend Keller. He owns a local winery. Wine, huh? Big Willy gave Keller a lengthy appraisal. Well, wines fine for them rich and prissy fancy folk, and for the ladies, of course. But I say, if a man wants a real drink, theres nothing like a good slug of whiskey. Winking, Big Willy held his hands up almost apologetically. No offense, mind you, son. None taken. Keller shrugged. To each his own. Now what was that you were saying about Maisy and Rudy? I dont think I have any whiskey or wine in the house, Maisy interrupted, stalling for time, although, at this point, she didnt see how that really even mattered anymore. It was a lost cause. But Ive got some Godiva chocolate liqueur, some Baileys, some dark rum and some Kahlua. And chocolate syrup, of course. We can mix them all together and try that! The three men curled their lips in revulsion.

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Yup, Big Willy went on, ignoring Maisys suggestion, my little Maisy went and broke my heart when she married this lucky kraut-head here a while back. Married. Maisy wasnt sure if the word Keller uttered was a question or a statement. All she knew was that his face reddened and he looked like he was about to explode, or fall over, or maybe strangle somebody. Or maybe a little of each. I thought you said you and him were friends, Maisy, Big Willy said, motioning to Keller and looking puzzled. How come he dont know about you and Rudy gettin hitched? Yeah, Maisy. How come? Keller asked, his voice deadly calm. Maisy opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Oh I get it. Big Willy nodded. Guess the newlyweds are still keepin it a secret. Cousin Norman said old Rudy here had some trouble coming into the country and they had to keep things quiet. Aint that right, Maisy? Maisys mouth still hung open silently. She ventured a glimpse at Keller, shuddering at his cold, brutal glare. She realized then that life as she knew it was over. Finished. Kaput. Best part of all is theyre expectin a little bundle from heaven, Big Willy offered. Oh dear Lord in heaven, Maisy mumbled feebly. Just take me now. Please. Aint that right, Rudy? Big Willy elbowed the German as he reached over and patted Maisys belly. Rudy had the same deer-in-the-headlights look on his face that Maisy expected she had. Maisys pregnant? Kellers gaze locked on Maisys midsection and he gaped. So much for Rudy being gay, he said, pinning Maisy in place with a merciless gaze. So that was a lie then too, huh, Maisy? Gay! Big Willy pounced. You mean a homo? What in the hell are you talkin about, boy? This guy, Keller said, motioning to Rudy, and your cousin Norman. I thought they werea couple. Maisy uttered a pitiful squeak. Whoa! Now hold on there just a danged minute, Big Willy roared, raising his hands in protest. You best be careful, cause them are fightin words where I come from. All Big Willy needed was the set of horns on his head to look like a raging bull. Nobody moved a muscle. Cousin Norman, a pansy? Big Willy shuddered. Now look, young fella, there aint no way one of my own kin is a fairy, you got that? I dont know where you came up with such a harebrained notion, but there aint nothin further from the truth. Ya hear? He gave Rudys shoulder a pat. Go ahead and tell him, Rudy.

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Glancing from one person to the next, Rudy gulped air like a fish out of water. Maisy glimpsed beads of perspiration streaming in rivulets down his face and neck, soaking his collar. Rudy cleared his throat. Norman is the manliest, unflower-like man I have ever known, he insisted, head high and shoulders back. He has abundant sex with many big-breasted women every day. He is not from another planet and he is not bent. Not bent? Big Willy asked, removing his Stetson to scratch his head. He means Normans straight, Maisy clarified, somewhat surprised at her apparent ability to comprehend Rudys fractured English. Keller turned to Maisy. It didnt take too much imagination to picture his head as a lit stick of dynamite, ready to detonate. Well, Maisy? he said through clenched teeth. This was all too surreal. Maisy almost felt as if she were floating above the entire scene. She wished to hell she could. Anything but to have to be right there, smack dab in the middle of this horrific mess. The good news was that she couldnt imagine anything worse happening to her in this lifetime. Nothing. And then the doorbell rang. Big Willy yanked the door open. Howdy, Cousin Norman. Youre just in time to join the party. I got your message to meet you here, Wilson. Whats this all about? Norman said as he entered Maisys foyer. You gotta set this here friend of Maisys straight. He gestured toward Keller. Somehow hes got the notion that you and Maisys husband are homos. Come on in, cuz. Maisy felt her brain crackle, crumble and fry, a moment before agonizing shards of red-hot panic shot through her entire being, splitting her skull and disintegrating her on the spot. Aside from cringing when he saw Keller glaring back at him, Norman stood frozen, fixed to the spot like a statue. He didnt even giggle. After a small eternity, he said, Me? Gay? Thats ridiculous, Wilson. Preposterous. You know better than that. Well, I thought I did. He eyed Norman suspiciously. Macho-man Norman is right, Big Wilson. He is ridiculous, Rudy assured, immediately scrambling to Normans side and securing his arm around his shoulder. He is the opposite to gay. He is manly and virile in his sex. He wishes he could have sex with Maisy every time he looks at her. Everyones attention was momentarily on Rudy, as they slanted him curious looks of wonder, trying to digest his odd assertion.

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Maisy groaned. The poor guy was trying so hard to be of help that, regardless of what hed just said, her heart twisted. Well, that aint hard to believe, Big Willy said. I mean, who wouldnt want to have sex with Maisy once they get a gander at that sweet, juicy little body of hers? Heck, Ive tried to often enough myself. He guffawed. No offense, Rudy. In fact, just before you got here, Cousin Norman, we was just tellin this here Keller fella all about our little Maisy havin a blessed event soon. With a swift look to Maisy and the others, a muffled curse escaped Normans lips. Hey, Keller, he said weakly. Hows it going? You mean before or after I entered the Twilight Zone? Keller responded. Norman, can you tell me what the heck is going on? Nobody here seems to be able to do that for me. Eh Weve got an Austrian claiming to be your elderly client one minute, Keller said, your lover the next and, finally, Maisys husband and the father of her unborn child. Wide-eyed with a panicked expression of dread across his features, Norman erupted into that atrocious giggle of his. I can explain everything, Norman said quietly. A little bit later. Trust me, Keller. Is it me, Norman? Keller asked, clapping his hands against his chest. Am I the one whos nuts here? Before Norman could answer, Keller laughed, conking the heel of his hand against his forehead. Listen to me! Im asking the nuttiest one in the bunch for logical answers. Oh yeah, Im losing it. Im definitely losing it. Norman sidestepped toward Keller, trying to sling his arm around the mans shoulder but settling for just a hand instead because Keller was too tall. Excuse us for just a moment, Norman said, leading Keller away from Maisy, Rudy and Big Willy. Yes, Maisy added, excuse us. There was no way in hell she was about to let Norman get Keller alone so he could concoct yet another harebrained story. Keller, Norman said in a scheming whisper, I guarantee you that all of this can be fully explained to your satisfaction. I, uh, I know that it must seem a little odd A little odd? Keller barked a laugh. Thats a gross understatement, Norman. What, are you guys a pack of wild swingers or wife-swappers or something? Is that what this is all about? Maisy gasped at that. Well, you can count me out because I dont want any part How could you think such a thing, Keller? Maisy asked. Kellers response was a withering glance. No, no. Of course were not, Norman cut in, with a finger to his lips, shushing Keller. Yanking him closer, he whispered in a conspiratorial tone, Its just that Maisy and I had to come up with a believable story to tell my cousin, Wilson, so hed think I was this big macho guy. He cant find out Im gay, Keller. He just cant.
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Right, Maisy chimed in. And the rest of the story we came up with was to get Big Willy to finally leave me alone once and for all, see? No. Norman licked his lips fretfully. Okay, look, just play along, Keller, and I promise Ill explain everything just as soon as Wilson leaves, okay? Just follow my lead. And I suppose youre going to explain everything about the Boris and Natasha thing too. That? Oh, Norman said, waving his hand in a dismissive fashion, thats easy. Go on, Keller said through a challenging smirk. Uh, wellgo ahead and tell him, Maisy. Yes, Keller agreed. Go ahead and tell me, Maisy. Ehokay. You see, Norman and I were doing a costumed rehearsal for our skit. Keller just gave her a blank look. For the first annual Persimmon Travel Mystery Dinner, Maisy explained. Were doing something like a live version of the old Rocky and Bullwinkle Show, Norman added. Thats why we were Boris and Natasha. Keller looked from Maisy to Norman and back again. Uh-huh. And you just happened to choose my sisters real estate office for the rehearsal. The same sister who detests Maisy. The one who makes Maisy gag, right? Exactly. Norman grinned and nodded. See? I told you it was easy to explain. Maisy and I will tell you about everything else later, Keller. Trust me. He gave Keller a reassuring pat on the back. Returning his attention to Maisy, Norman gave her a pitiful I-hope-you-dont-hateme-too-much smile. Funny, for some reason, she couldnt even muster the energy or inclination to glare at him anymore. It was as if she had somehow transcended beyond anger. Maybe she was losing her mind. Yes, that would be good. She could just lock herself away inside her head and never have to come out and face Keller Fitch again. She glanced up at Keller who, understandably bewildered, was mumbling to himself as he went back to join Rudy and Big Willy. Then Maisy looked over at Rudy. The big well-meaning German had turned an odd shade of green and looked as though he wished hed rather be on a slow boat to the Fatherland than embroiled in this mess. One glance at Big Willy told Maisy the Texan was having a grand old time enjoying the madcap state of affairs. Maisy, Norman whispered, clasping her elbow. Maisy, honey, he said again when she didnt respond. Hmmm? Maisy was having a hard time concentrating. Being mired in this chaotic web of lies and deceit had clearly taken its toll. She figured the hard drive of her brain had probably reached maximum capacity and was functioning on standby.

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Im sorry, Maisy. I got Wilsons voicemail about him being on his way to your place too late to stop him, Norman said. He did his best to smile, but the attempt was meager at best. Freeing her elbow from his gasp, Maisy took Norman by the hand and led him back to the foyer to join the others. Excuse me, gentlemen, wont you? she said with what she believed was a pleasant smile. Just make yourselves at home and get comfortable. I have something to attend to. Humming mindlessly, she swept past the four men standing in her foyer and headed into the kitchen. Maisy? Keller called after her. Norman, whats wrong with her? She looks like shes zoned out. The kitchen was close enough for Maisy to hear him. She nodded in accord with his assumption. Shes stressed, Norman said. Well have a great laugh over it latertrust me. A moment later he was in the kitchen with Maisy. With Hershey panting attentively at her heels, Maisy poured Godiva chocolate liqueur into the biggest glass she could find. Bottles of Baileys, Kahlua and dark rum stood nearby. Jesus, Maisy, you must have a good twelve ounces of booze in that glass. What the hell are you doing? Killing myself. With chocolate liqueur? Why not? Can you think of a better way to go? She tendered a weary expression of defeat and resignation. But honey, youll make yourself awfully sick before you die. Norman tried to take the glass from her. Youll throw it all up. With a firm hold on her glass, Maisy went to the refrigerator and retrieved a can of Hersheys chocolate syrup, which she proceeded to pour into her glass. Slapping his hand to his face and groaning, Norman made another attempt to take the glass from Maisy. Maisy held it close to her chest, with a threatening glare that dared Norman to interfere with her death-by-chocolate plans. Chocolate never makes me sick. If this doesnt kill me, Ill finish the job with the Baileys, rum and Kahlua. Setting the glass on the counter, away from Normans reach, she dragged over a kitchen chair and stood on it, reaching for the small cabinet above the refrigerator. When she got down, she was cradling a decorative cake tin as if it were a precious treasure. Maisy opened the tin and Hershey became more attentive than ever as he sniffed the air and licked his chops.

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Aw, you dont want to do this, honey, Norman said, spying the cache of chocolate candy in the tin. Youve come much too far to backslide now. Youve got more respect for yourself than that. He reached in to seize a chocolate kiss and Maisy slapped his hand away. Respect!? Bullshit. Did you hear whats going on in there? She pointed toward the living room. Theyre in there talking about God knows what, Norman. No, scratch that. Wilsons probably telling Keller about how Rudy supposedly pleasured me under the table in the restaurant! She slapped her hand against the kitchen counter, rattling the three liqueur bottles and her tumbler. Norman cringed. Look, Maisy, I Pointing her index finger at the floor, Maisy twirled it slowly. My life is doing a slow, swirling flush down the toilet, Norman, and youthe person singly responsible for this entire catastrophehave the gall to ask me about self-respect? Maisy took a deep breath then chugged a good portion of the viscous chocolate mixture before turning back to Norman and heaving a shrug. My life is ruined. She unwrapped a Snickers bar. So why not eat my way back into the oblivion of obesity? Ill never be able to face Keller again as long as I live after tonight anyway. She shoved as much of the bar into her mouth as she could and bit, chewing furiously. Did I hear my name? Keller said as he came around the corner. Maisy eyed Keller and took a swig from her gargantuan tumbler of chocolate elixir. Go away, she mumbled around her mouthful of chocolate. What is that shes drinking? It looks like maple syrup. Worse. Chocolate liqueur, Norman answered with a tsk. Laced with chocolate syrup. Followed by a Snickers chaser. Jesus. Keller shuddered. Maisy, youll make yourself sick with all of that sweet stuff. Not to mention what youll be doing toto your baby, he said in a strained voice. Baby? Hah! Maisy said before glugging again from her glass. Keller, Norman said, you dont understand. Maisys not really preg Norman stopped abruptly when Big Willy came into the room. Uh, Kellers right, Maisy, you dont want to harm the baby. Norman punctuated the sentence with that damned infernal giggle of his. Maisy curled her lip at Norman. Youre worse than slug-slime, Norman. After my suicide-by-chocolate, I swear to God, Im going to come back and haunt you until the day you die. She swigged from her tumbler again. Ill gleefully make your life a living hell. She walked over to Norman, who had that familiar panicky grin plastered on his face, and jabbed her finger hard against his chest. Dont you dare break forth with that

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maddening giggle of yours again, do you hear me? And never, ever, utter the words Trust Me again. Ever! Feisty little lady you got yourself there, Rudy, Big Willy said, elbowing the German, whod come into the kitchen on Big Willys heels. Ja, my little wife Maisy is Shut up, Rudy, Maisy blurted, pointing at him as she downed the last of the liqueur and smacked her lips. Youve already put both feet in your mouth tonight, theres no more room in there. Immediately clamping his mouth shut, Rudy looked seriously woundedforlorn, in fact. Aw hell. Now see what you made me do, Norman? Maisy said. Me? Yes, you. The poor sweet guy is just trying to help me out of this screwy situationthe one you hatched in that miniscule brain of yoursbecause he cares for you so much. Maisys words began to slur and she swayed a bit. And now you made me go and hurt Rudys feelings. Im sorry, Rudy. You didnt deserve that. I think Im missin somethin here. Big Willy frowned. What are yall talking about, Maisy? You dont mean to tell me that there really is something to that hogwash about Cousin Norman and this foreign fella beinbein Shoot. I cant even bring myself to say it. It makes my belly ache just thinkin about it. Of course not, Wilson, Norman said. Im just as straight as you are. Isnt that right, Keller? He shot a pleading look Kellers way. Heaving a deep breath, Keller looked at Norman for a small eternity. Sure, he said finally. He turned to Big Willy, grinning and clapping the Texan on the shoulder. I was just joshing with you. Normans a mans man if ever I saw onea real lady killer. Big Willy looked mighty relieved as he swiped his hand across his forehead and gave forth with a resounding whew! Mouthing a silent thank you to Keller, Norman smiled. Maisy didnt mean anything, Wilson, he said. Its just the alcohol talking. She gets like this when she drinks. Norman made a show of tsking and shaking his head in dismay. Poor girl just rambles nonsensically. I most certainly do not! Maisy stated emphatically. Yes you do, Norman and Keller chorused back to her. Maisy gasped. I resent that, gentlemen. I can handle my alcohol just as well as any of you can. Yeah, I forgot, Keller said with a gleam in his eye. Ive caught a glimpse of your amazing fortitude a few times now, as I recall. I only got a teensy drunk those other times, Mr. Smarty Pants, because I didnt have any experience with alcohol then. She hiccupped and giggled.

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Like you do now, Keller said. Maisy nodded confidently. Exactly. And then she hiccupped again. I am a cosmopolitan woman of the world now. You know how novice drinkers are, Wilson, Norman said. Maisy rambles when shes had too much to drink. Like I said before, pay no attention to her. Big Willy nodded. I understand. He chuckled. Ladies, especially, cant hold their liquor none too well. He turned to Maisy, who was still swaying. Maisy, honey, I gotta run. I just wanted to stop over here on my way to pick up that cute little filly you and Cousin Norman fixed me up with. He winked and Maisy knew what was coming next. She snatched the bottle of Baileys and turned the neck upside down into her glass. Get ready, Keller, she said. Cause here comes the really good part. She splayed her fingers, staring intently as she flexed them repeatedly. Youre going to hate me forever. Chuckling, Keller put his arm around Maisys shoulder, rubbing her arm in a comforting manner. Sweetheart, I might be thoroughly confused and a bit angry, but I can promise you that Ill never hate you. Ever. He watched her fingers opening and closing. What are you doing with your hands, Maisy? Teetering in place, she examined her outstretched fingers for another moment. Well, it appears that my hands and fingers are still working, so that means Im not dead yet. Cheers! she said, gulping back half of what she poured out, following it with another bite of her Snickers bar. Keller groaned. Aw, Maisy, I dont even want to think about how youre going to feel in the morning. No problem. I will feel nothing because I will be dead. Chocolatcide, she said, laughing. Like suicide, but all done with chocolate. What a way to go! She took another bite of chocolate, making satisfied little sounds as she savored it. Big Willy guffawed. She surely is cute and funny when shes tipsy, aint she? He elbowed Rudy. I think youll be gettin lucky tonight, Rudy. Know what I mean? The silence in the room was deafening. Except for Maisys hiccup. Big Willy shrugged and continued, Anyways, I just wanted to thank Maisy and Cousin Norman for makin me the happiest cowpoke alive, thats all. Winking, he pointed an imaginary pistol at Norman and Maisy. Licking his lips nervously, Norman placed his hand against his cousins back. Why dont I walk you out to your car and you can tell me all about it, he said. Heck, no, cousin. I want Maisy to hear this toowhether the little filly is tipsy or not. He laughed. Now I know this might sound like fast work, but when true love hits, it hits fast and hard, I always say. Sharon and I spent the afternoon together gettin to know each otherreal good, if ya know what I mean. He elbowed Keller in the ribs

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and winked. I want the two of you to be the first to know that Ive decided to ask the little lady to be my bride and move to the USSR with me. What? Norman gasped. After only knowing each other for a few hours? Big Willy nodded enthusiastically. Well son of a bitch, Norman muttered, that was easier than I thought. Whats that, cousin? Nothing. Forget it, Wilson. Norman grinned. Were shipping Sharon to Russia! Maisy shouted, hoisting her tumbler in the air and taking another swig. Whooppee! Congratulations to you and Sharon, Big Wilson Rudy grasped the Texans hand and pumped hard. I hope you will be very happy together. Thanks, Rudy. Once me and my new lady get set up out there, Ill have to try that sexy little pleasuring-under-the-table trick you were doin to Maisy at the restaurant last night. Big Willy jiggled his eyebrows. She certainly seemed to be enjoyin that. Maisy watched the color drain from Normans face, while Keller uttered an imaginative string of obscenities and pounded his fist against the back of a chair. It didnt bother her a bit, because shed be dead soon anyway. So it was you making out with Maisy last night, after all, Keller said to Rudy. Rudys eyes nearly jiggled as the poor guy nervously looked from Keller to each of the others and stammered. Yup, that was Rudy all right, Big Willy said, motioning toward the German. Them two lovebirds couldnt keep their hands off each other all night. Whew, yes indeed, they were goin at it hot and heavy. How much time does it take to drink yourself into a coma? Maisy asked. She looked skyward. Come on, God. Why am I still here? Take me. Take me now. Keller looked from Rudy to Maisy and threw his hands up into the air. Thats it. Im outta here. He turned and started to walk to the front door. No! Wait, Rudy called. Forget it, Rudy. Keller held up his hand and kept walking. Im done. Rudy grabbed Kellers arm and yanked. Keller was a big man, but no match for Rudys mega-muscled physique. One mighty tug, and Rudy had tossed Keller right back where hed been standing a moment before, just as if he were a rag doll. Shit, Keller said with an expression of flat-out amazement. It is not what you think, Keller, Rudy offered. PleaseI cannot let Maisys dreamship sail away. You must let me explainlater. You will stay, ja? Without waiting for an answer, he gave Keller a firm enough push so that Keller fell back and plopped onto one of the kitchen chairs. Looks like Im staying, Keller muttered.

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It doesnt matter anymore, Rudy, Maisy said. But thanks for trying. And as for you, Keller, go ahead. Leave. See if I care. But when you walk out that door, just remember, youll never have chocolate-chip-cookie-sex again, ever. Aha. Norman slanted Maisy a curious look. Seems youve been holding out on me, Maisy. You guys are a barrel of fun with all your kiddin around but, Big Willy glanced at his steer-horn-design watch, Ive gotta go or else Ill be late. I got a big evenin planned. He clapped his hands together and kicked the air. Hot diggity-dog! Retrieving a business card from his jacket pocket, Big Willy held it out it to Norman. Hey, cousin, maybe you can help me out here. Im driving myself tonight, so I need some directions to the little ladys house. She wrote her address on here and, for the life of me, I cant figure how to get there from Maisys place. As the card made its way from Big Willy to Norman, Keller caught sight of it and gasped. He grabbed the card and studied it. Oh no, Norman muttered. Sharon Fitch, Keller read in astonishment. This is Sharons business card. This is the Sharon youve been talking about? Well, sure. Dang, thats what I been trying to tell yall. Shes the sweet little filly I been goin on about all night. You know her? Know her? Shes my sister. Grasping her tumbler, Maisy slid down against the side of the kitchen cabinets, plunking her butt unceremoniously on the kitchen floor. She slurped what was left of the Baileys in her glass, fighting off Hershey, who wanted his share. Bye-bye, Sharon, she mumbled, waving. Well, fancy that! Aint this a small world. Big Willy whacked Keller on the back. So then you must know Norman here from the days when him and your sister were a hot item, huh? Kellers jaw dropped as his stunned gaze slid to Norman. Oh God, Norman managed through a pained groan. Slapping his hand to his face, he peeked at Keller through spread fingers. Aw, dont worry none, Keller, I know its all supposed to be hush-hush, Big Willy said, so I aint about to spill the beans. Heck, sometimes former lovers end up despisin each other like that. I promise I wont never let on to your sister that Norman and Maisy set her and me up together. Cocking his head, Kellers eyebrows arched with interest. They did that, huh? His gaze shifted to the guilty parties. Terrific, aint it? A broad grin spread across Big Willys features. Course, I know Sharon and Maisy dont get along none too well cause of sharin the same husband. Funny how things work, aint it?

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Oh its getting funnier by the minute, Keller assured him as his previously perplexed expression morphed into an amused smirk. Cousin Norman is Sharons former lover and Maisy is Sharons dead husbands ex-wife. Big Willy clearly pondered the thought before adding, Whew, things sure do get mighty complex. Well, with good old Cousin Norman orchestrating things, Keller said, you can just about bet on things getting complex. Uh-oh, Norman, Maisy uttered in a failed attempt at a whisper. Now Keller knows about our big secret plan to ship Sharon to Russia. Norman grabbed another Snickers bar from the tin, unwrapped it and shoved it at Maisy. Here. Have another candy bar and keep quiet. He let forth with a giggle as Keller gave him the eye. Looking contemplative, Keller stroked his jaw for a moment then turned to Big Willy. Hey, Willy Big Willy. Right, Keller said, waving his hand in dismissal. Were you by any chance at my sisters real estate office this afternoondriving a Cadillac with a giant steer horn hood ornament? Sure thing, son. Aint that Caddy a real honey? You should hear the horn. Plays the first few bars of the The Yellow Rose of Texas. Definitely one of a kind, Keller agreed. Im curious. Why were you at the real estate office? Norman jumped in quickly. He was there because Uh-uh. Keller held up his hand like a crossing guard. I want to hear it from your cousin, Norman, not you. I was afraid of that, Norman muttered. It was all Cousin Normans idea. Gee, Keller said, what a surprise. Kinda killed two birds with one stone, Big Willy continued. I needed someone to take care of my real estate business before I go to live with them commies in the USSR, and I also needed someone to replace the gapin hole little Maisy left in my heart when she went and married Rudy. Cousin Norman was kind enough to tell me about this little filly he used to bed. Big Willy paused. No disrespect intended to your sister, Keller. I understand, Keller said with a nod. Anyway, Cousin Norman thought wed be perfect for each other. And damned if the boy wasnt right. Yeehaa! Yeehaa! Maisy echoed from the floor.

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And the added bonus, Big Willy continued, is that I hear tell your sisters a sharp little cookie in real estate. That she is. A slow grin inched across Kellers lips. You know, believe it or not, I think Im actually beginning to understand whats going on here. A moment later, Keller broke into a rip-roaring bout of laughter. He looked at Norman, who was positively green, and then at Maisy, who was green alsobut for entirely different reasonsand he laughed harder. Operation Shipping Sharon, Keller said through his laughter. Brilliant! I love it. Maisy and Norman whipped their heads toward Keller and chorused, You do? Rudy expelled a whooshing sigh of relief. This is good. Everything is happy and okay now, ja? he asked hopefully. Keller wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. You, he said, wagging an outstretched finger at Rudy, Mr. Schwarzenegger, still have some explaining to do. And I cant wait to hear the details. Keller turned back to Big Willy. Norman was absolutely right, Big Willy. I cant think of anyone whod be more compatible with my sister than you, ol buddy. He placed his arm around the Texans shoulder and gave him a buddy hug. The two of you were definitely made for each otheran ideal pairing if ever there was one. His grin was so wide his face could hardly contain it. And how long will you be living out there in Russia? Oh, least five years Im bettin. Theyre letting me have the palace for as long as I want it. I just hope your sister sees fit to say yes to my marriage proposal. Did you say palace? Keller asked. Yup, theyre settin me up real spiffy, servants and the whole shebang. Them Cossacks know they better treat Big Willy real good, else hell take his millions of American dollars right back to the good ol U. S. of A. Does my sister by any chance know shed be living in a palace out there? And that youre a millionaire? Multimillionaire, boy, Big Willy corrected proudly. You should have seen the way that little fillys eyes lit up real big and sparkly when she heard that. Ill just bet they did. Keller laughed. Dont worry. If I know my sister, shell say yes faster than A Texan can guzzle a keg of moonshine. Exactly what I was going to say. Keller nodded. Well, hot diggity-dog! Reckon that means you and mell be family, huh, brother? Yup, I guess it does. Cant tell you how much Im looking forward to that, Keller said. But you cant tell my sister that I know about any of this, Big Willy. We dont want to get her dander up and have her run out on you like Maisy did, do webrother?

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Hell no. Big Willy stepped around to where Maisy was sitting, bent down and said, Pardon the profanity, Maisy. She graced him with a wide, vacant, inebriated smile and nodded. You are pardoned. Turning back to Keller, he continued, I understand how touchy these things can be. Dont worry, your sister Sharon aint never gonna know that you and me met each other here tonight. What the little lady dont know wont hurt her, right? He winked at Keller. Right. Keller winked back, elbowing Big Willy in the ribs. Right, Maisy echoed gleefully and then hiccupped. Buh-bye, Sharon!

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Chapter Twenty-Four
Okay, see ya, Wilson, Norman called to his cousin as Big Willy walked to his car. He couldnt believe the big homophobic baboon was finally out of the house. Dont forget to call me right away and let me know if Sharon accepts your proposal. Ive got my fingers crossed for you, buddy! Sure as shootin, Big Willy replied, aiming invisible six shooters at Norman. Youll be the first to know, cousin. Once behind the wheel, he blew the cars horn, treating Norman and the rest of the neighborhood to a few bars of The Yellow Rose of Texas. Norman cringed. He couldnt believe Wilson had insisted on giving him that monstrosity of a car when he left for Russia, as a thank-you gift for hooking him up with Sharon. This honeys gonna be all yours, cousin, faster than a jackrabbit running from a twister. I cant wait, Wilson. Im having heart palpitations just thinking about it. Flashing a toothy grin, Big Willy depressed the horn again. Grinning, Norman nodded his faux-appreciation and gave his cousin a hearty thumbs-up sign. At the same time he muttered beneath his breath, So long, you moronic throwback. You and that little bitch deserve each other. Sporting a selfsatisfied smile, he waited until Big Willys gaudy, steer-horn-bedecked Cadillac pulled away from the curb before closing the door. With a sigh of relief, Norman brushed his palms together, as if wiping the entire catastrophe from his hands. Well, thats that. I knew it would be a cinch. Still grinning from ear-to-ear, he turned, ready to engage in a celebratory little jig, only to find Keller standing a foot away from him. Arms folded across his chest and a no-nonsense look blazing in his eyes, Keller glared at him. Handling the situation with his usual aplomb, Norman giggled. I think Ive got this thing pretty well pieced together, Keller said. But now youre going to fill me in on all the particulars. Sure, Keller, sure. Absolutely. Licking his lips, Norman glanced at his watch. Hey, what do you know about that? He chuckled. Im late for an appointment. Sorry, gotta go. Call me, well do lunch. He reached for the doorknob. Youre not going anywhere, buddy. Keller seized Normans arm, steering him back into the family room off the kitchen. But my appointment
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But nothing. Its after eleven oclock. There is no appointment, so dont even start with me, Norman. The four of us are going to sit here all night if we have to until I get the whole story. Understand? Yeah but, Keller, I Norman winced as Keller strengthened his grip. Okay, okay! You dont have to use brute force. Im an easygoing kind of guy. Ill tell you anything you want to know. Thats better, Keller said as they turned the corner. And none of your elaborate tall tales either, you hear? Breathing in an audible gasp of mock indignation, Norman clapped a hand to his chest. Why, Keller, are you suggesting that Ive been less than truthful with you? Im suggesting youre a bona fide liar and pretender of the utmost magnitude. In other words, Im wise to you, Norman. Utmost magnitude, huh? Norman looked up at Keller, cocked his head and flashed his most charming grin. Hey, thanks for the compliment. I appreciate that. Keller opened his mouth to speak, paused and broke into laughter. Youre lucky youre so damned likeable, my friend. Just keep that in mind while I fill you in on all the details, okay? Norman said. When they reached the entrance to the family room, he put a finger to his lips and nudged Keller back to keep them hidden. Why are we hiding? Keller asked, annoyance evident in his voice. Because Rudy and Maisy are alone in there. Now youll be able to see for yourself that theres absolutely nothing going on between them, Norman responded. Come on, lets take a peek. They leaned forward just enough to catch a glimpse, only to find Rudy at the far side of the room, holding Maisy aloft in his arms and cradling her close. Oh Rudy Maisy sighed, resting her head against his massive chest. Keller and Norman exchanged questioning looks. Norman clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a rising nervous giggle. You cannot sleep on the floor, Maisy, Rudy said, depositing Maisy on the loveseat. You rest here now. You will feel better soon. He bent to give her a kiss on the forehead. Youre wonderful, Rudy, she slurred, patting his chest. You know that? Danke, Maisy. I like you very much too. Its too bad youre gay. Why are all the good guys always gay? She frowned. Except for Norman. Hes not a good guy. Hes a troublemaker. An evil elf. Elf? Norman whispered to Keller. Im not that short. Norman doesnt mean to be a gay elf, Maisy. He tries very hard to do the right thing. He loves you like a brother. Norman is a good man with a good heart. He is just a little bit verrckt.

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Maisys features screwed. Verr who? Rudy frowned. In Englishin English he muttered to himself, clearly searching for the best translation. Ah, it means crazy, he explained. Cuckoo. Grinning, he tapped his temple for further clarification. Amen to that. Keller laughed and Norman elbowed him. Norman needs somebody like me, Rudy continued, to take good care of him. To protect him and keep him on the outside of trouble. And I need Norman too. He makes me feel glcklich inside. Happy, he translated. So, that was on the level? Keller whispered to Norman. I mean about you and Rudy being a couple? Yeah. Norman beamed a proud smile. I feel glcklich to the max when Im with him. He winked. Come on. Tugging on Kellers sleeve, he led the way to the loveseat. Are you still with us, Maisy? Norman asked. Or have you given up the ghost and gone to the great beyond? Dead or alive, Im not talking to you, she answered. Everything is good with Big Wilson, ja? He does not suspect we are lovers? Whew! Yeah. Norman made an exaggerated wipe of his brow. Thanks to Keller. I really appreciate you going along with things and not giving me away to my cousin, Keller. It would have been ugly, trust me. Ugh! Maisy slapped her hands over her ears. I thought I told you never to say those words again, Norman! Im afraid I wouldnt trust you as far as I could throw you, Norman, Keller said, chuckling. But I know what you mean. Your good ol boy cousin sounds intensely homophobic. You have no idea Norman shuddered. The man has a zero tolerance policy. Hed make my life a living hell. Hed have to get in line, Maisy muttered. Ja, Big Wilson thinks gay men should be chopped into sausages, Rudy added. And then sent on a rocket to another planet. He yanked Norman into a buddy hug. Thats why we must act very macho when Big Wilson is around. It is also why I, how did you say it? Why I was a face sucker to Maisy at the restaurant. Placing his hand on Kellers arm, Rudy transmitted an earnest expression of honesty. Believe me, Keller. I did not enjoy making sexy kisses with Maisy. It was only my duty to do it. Hey! Maisy propped herself up on the cushioned arm of the loveseat. Dont get your garters in a knot, Maisy, Norman said. You know Rudy didnt mean it that way.

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Im not wearing any garters. And no more grandma underwear either. Anybody wanna see my brand new fancy lace underpants? Ja, sure, I would like to see them, Maisy. Keller elbowed Rudy in the gut. No you wouldnt. Ow. I was just trying to be good manners. Ill show you my new underpants later, Rudy, Norman offered with a wink as he patted Rudys arm. And just in case youre wondering, Keller, no, theyre not lace. He chuckled. Whoa. Keller held his hands aloft. That would definitely come under the heading of TMI, pal. Rudy cocked his head and opened his mouth. Before he could ask, Norman explained, It stands for too much information. Giggling, Maisy bent her knees and inched inch her dress up her thighs. I bought my new bra and panties just for our date tonight, Keller. Theyre see-through and they come off real easy. They have easy-release tabs. She hiccupped. Maisy, Rudy said. I think maybe this is TMI, pal. And thats not all, Maisy continued. Want to hear a secret? She brought her fingers to her lips. Shhhhthe panties Im wearing are very naughty. Uh-oh, Norman said. Theyre crotchless, Maisy whispered. Its all part of my sneaky master seduction plan, Keller. Is that so? Keller arched an eyebrow in amusement. Id love to have a looklater. Maisy, you wanton harlot, Norman teased, clapping her knees together and tugging her dress back into place. WantonI like that. It sounds a lot better than frigid. Besides, Maisy hiccupped, I really dont think a frigid woman could perform chocolate chip cookie sex the way I did, right, Keller? A giggle gushed forth. I dont think I was frigid during our missionary sex either, was I, Keller? Nope. Normans right, sweetheart. Youre definitely a wanton harlot. He covered his face with his hand and laughed. And you make a mean batch of chocolate chip cookies too, he assured. Norman raised his hands and blinked. Im dying to ask but I wont. I dont understand this chocolate chip cookie sex, Rudy said. Can I ask questions? No, Norman and Keller chorused. Its a secret, Maisy said, her finger to her lips. Isnt it, Keller? Just barely.

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Keller, you just let me know when you want to see my sexy new undies and Ill show them to you. Okay? If you want, I can even do another striptease. Thats a deal, Keller agreed. But only if you hum your own background stripper music again. She didnt, Norman said with mock astonishment. She most certainly did, Keller confirmed. After that, Keller, we can try all the rest of those sexual positions you were talking about and decide which ones we like best. A gleam in his eye, Norman elbowed Keller. Oh you dogyou rascal, you. Definitely TMI, pal, Rudy said, clearly intent on getting plenty of mileage out of his newest favorite American phrase. All eyes turned to Rudy as his stomach offered a ferocious growl. Sorry. Patting his abs, Rudy gave a sheepish smile. Im a growing boy. I need food. I think it is all the talk about cookies. Im starving too, Norman said. Lets order a couple of pizzas. Sounds good to me, Keller said. The three of you pranksters can spill your guts while we eat. What is spill your guts? Rudy asked. He means confess, Norman explained. Fess up, come clean. Tell the truth. Rudy wagged a finger at Norman. See? Didnt I tell you it is always best to tell the truth? Then you dont have to giggle and spill your guts. Youre right, Rudy. Ive learned my lesson. Im a changed man. From now on, my name will be synonymous with honesty. Norman made a virtuous stance with one hand on his heart and the other held in oath. Maisy, Keller and Rudy looked at each other and laughed. Joining the laughter, Norman shrugged. Okay, so maybe it might take me a while, but with Rudys good influence I have a pretty good chance. All the lies were for a very good reason. Maisy raised her arms, wiggling her fingers toward Keller in invitation. He sat on the loveseat beside her and she wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head in his lap. I did it because Im in love with you, Keller, she said, before indulging in a lionworthy yawn and drifting off to sleep.

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Oh this is nice, Maisy said, cracking her eyes open and realizing her head was resting on Kellers chest. And that he had his arm around her. Im having one of those wonderful dreams again. She splayed her fingers over his chest and purred as her eyelids fluttered shut again.

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Nope. Keller? Maisy felt the vibration in his chest as he spoke. Is that really you? In the flesh. He stroked his fingers through her hair, sifting the curls. Struggling to come out of her fog, Maisy fixed her gaze on him. Wait a minute She remembered something about Keller making Norman confess. The memory made her wince. No. You cant be here. I remember now. I committed chocolatcide because you hate me for telling all those lies and trying to get rid of your sister. Keller chuckled. You made me damn angry there for a while, Maisy, but no, I dont hate you. He brushed a kiss across her lips. Then I was right. She peered at Keller dreamily. Ive died and gone to heaven. Snuggling close to him, she closed her eyes again, relishing the delicious feeling of closeness, even if it wasnt real. Thank you, God. Please dont ever let me wake up. Youre not in heaven, babe, youve been asleep here in your own bed for a few hours. Keller tucked the ringlets of her hair that had fallen over her eye behind her ear. Althoughnow that Ive had a chance to see those sexy undies of yours, maybe it is heaven, after all. Maisys eyes popped open and she looked around, recognizing her bedroom. Then she lifted the sheet and gasped. Im in my underwear. How did that happen? It wasnt easy. You were dead weight. The guys helped me get you up the stairs, undressed and under the covers. Maisy gasped. They saw me in my secret, see-through lace bra and panties? Slipping off Kellers chest, she hunched down on the mattress and clutched the sheet to her throat. Oh God. Actually, youd already given us a good glimpse of those wicked panties while you were still downstairs on the loveseat. Thats ridiculous, Keller, I Brazen loose-legged images floated across her mind and she remembered. Covering her face with her hand, she groaned. Ohmigod. Mmm-hmm. You were quite the little vixen, Maisy. Thanks to you, Ive had a hard-on for so long I think Ive broken a personal record. Her thoughts a blur, Maisys thoughts focused on Big Willy and she groaned. Please, please tell me Big Willy wasnt there when I was The groan she let out this time was louder and significantly more pained. Nope. Hed already left. Thank God. Maisy focused on Kellers almost naked body. Youre in your underpants too. Yes. But I managed to get that way all by myself. He laughed. I figured once you woke up you might want to seduce me, so I thought Id make things easier for you. Keller? Hmm?

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Did, umdid Norman tell you the truth? About everything? She was reasonably certain he hadnt, because if he had, Keller would have been long gone by now. Propping up against the pillows with his hands behind his head, Keller smiled, a knowing gleam in his eye. Actually, it was more of a shit-eating grin than a smile. You mean how you guys concocted that whole half-baked scheme to ship my sister off to a foreign country so you could charm that hot body of yours into my bed without her interference? Maisy groaned. Gee, do you think you could make it sound any more sordid? Norman told me everything, Maisy, from how he tricked you into going to my winery, to the whole deal with Big Willy, and the scheme behind the Boris and Natasha masquerade. He also explained how everything was his idea and you were basically an unwilling participant. Thats true! And you believed everything he told you? Keller gave Maisy an are-you-kidding? look. Hell yeah. Its too unbelievably ridiculous and farfetched to be a lie. Maisy was flabbergasted, dumbfounded. Youre not angry about us trying to get rid of Sharon? Angry? Keller broke into laughter. Ive been trying to think of a legal way to get rid of my sister ever since we were kids. I told Norman I thought his plan was pretty ingenious. A bit convoluted and probably unnecessary, but brilliant all the same. Wish Id thought of it myself. Well Ill be damned. You should also know that Norman offered to stay here with you tonight, Maisy. He told me that, contrary to what Ive witnessed, ahem, several times, Keller arched an eyebrow and smirked, youre not a drinker. He was worried about you. Of course, he also feared for his life. He was pretty sure youd kill him when you woke up. Normans perceptive if nothing else, Maisy said, fairly certain she would have done bodily harm to her boss if he was there instead of Keller. I told him I wanted to be here when you opened your eyes so youd know everything is okay between us. Is it? Okay, I mean? Yes, Keller raised a chastising finger, but that doesnt mean Im particularly happy about all the lies. Im sorry, Keller. I really am. I know. You couldnt help it, Keller said, that same smug smile taking hold. Because youre madly in love with me. Maisy gasped. Bolting upright, she stared down at him, feeling her face redden. No Im not. Did Norman tell you that?

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Nope. You did, actually. Maisy was tempted to scrape that self-satisfied smile right off his handsome kisser. I did it because I love you, Keller, he said, in a bad soprano imitation of her voice. Sound familiar? Besides, Rudy confirmed it when he told me that Im your dreamship. She just sat there a moment, gathering her thoughts, trying to recall exactly how much of an ass shed made of herself earlier. Oh, she said finally. I guess I did say that. Although I never said madly. Actually, she wasnt all that sure about that. Did I? No, I just tacked that on because I figured you had to be head-over-heels in love with me to go to such mind-boggling extremes to win me over. But then, I am quite a catch. Of all the egotistical Maisy slapped his chest and Keller ooophed. And now youre making fun of me for saying that I love you. How gallant. Well, for your information, Mr. Fitch, that was just the alcohol talking. I didnt mean a word of it. Yes you did. No. Its not love. Just lust. Bullshit. Admit it. Youre crazy about me. You cant live without me. He grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart, then dragged her fingers down, tracing his hard pecs and abs, stopping just inside the waistband of his shorts. Just the feel of my skin against yours makes your lovesick heart go pitter-pat and that shiny pink clit of yours quiver. Hah! As her heart went pitter-pat and her clit quivered, she tore her hand away and positioned her back to Keller. Damn, if he didnt have her pegged. Shed obviously made a fool of herself fawning all over him and the bastard was getting his kicks out of making her squirm. Maisy? Dont talk to me. Youre as bad as Big Willy. Arrogant, insufferable I love you. I said dont Maisy stopped short, turned around and gaped at Keller. You do? Im afraid so. Believe me, Ive tried like hell not to fall in love with you but, my dear Ms. Morganfield, I am thoroughly smitten. You have succeeded in mesmerizing me beyond all reason. Even though my life has been a haphazard, chaotic mess since you came into it, yes, I love you. Maisys heart swelled with happiness to the point she was afraid it might burst. Squealing, she flung herself on Keller, squirming against him, hungry to feel the swell of his erection against her flesh. She sprinkled kisses all over his face then locked lips with him, her tongue engaging in an exuberant dance of joy with his. Sex! she shouted once their lips had parted. Oh Keller, I love you too and I want to have sex with you. Right now. To celebrate.

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Whoa, he cautioned through his laughter. Are you sure? I mean, dont you feel queasy after all that chocolate stuff you drank? Even though the alcohol content was low, that was one hell of a lot of sugar you downed, honey. No way. Maisy gave a dismissive wave. Youre talking to a bona fide, die-hard chocoholic, Keller. The stuff runs in my veins. I never get sick from chocolate. She grasped his erect cock through his black silk boxers. What kind of sex are we going to have? Ooh, can I be on top this time? Oh yeah, honeyabsolutely. But first, were gonna play a little bit. A man who enjoys foreplay and cuddly chats after sex. I hit the jackpot with you, Keller. Actually, I lied about being chatty after sex. Id rather eat pizza. I knew you were too good to be true, she teased, tugging at his shorts. Take these off. I want to see your cock. Its the best one Ive ever seen. She watched as Keller yanked off his shorts, letting his beautiful cock bob freely. The best oneyou mean between me and old Thumbkin, huh? Gee, thanks. Maisy gave a dismissive wave. Oh Ive seen plenty of cocks. Tons. Keller gave her a wary look. Well, not literally, of course, she clarified. But Ive read about all sorts of cocks in my erotic romance novels and, from the in-depth descriptions, I can imagine how they look. Believe me, yours ranks right up there with the best. Thats because its not just long, its thick too. Keller traced a fingertip around each of her breasts, down her belly and through the center of her crotchless panties. Maisy sucked in a breath when his finger slipped into her pussy, wiggling back and forth. So you read porn and youre an authority on cocks, hmm? You get more interesting all the time, Maisy. His finger kept playing inside. Ooh, that feels so good. She clamped her thighs tight and sighed. Erotic romance isnt porn, although Norman likes to call it porn with a plot. Maisy laughed. I missed out on so much with John and had a lot to learn about sex. Romance novels were a good way to do that. I see. Is that where you learned about doing a striptease? Keller smoothed his thumb over her clit. A soft moan escaped Maisys lips as she jerked. Uh-uh. Her voice was breathy. I learned that all by myself. From old movies. Did you really like it? I loved it, babe. His thumb made slow sensuous circles over her clitoris as his finger fucked her. And the blowing on the cock thing during chocolate chip cookie sex? Where did you learn that, sweetheart? Ahem. I can see that, Keller. What?

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That smirk. I wasnt supposed to blow on you, was I? I liked it. I thought it was veryunique. Thanks. Well, I guess it doesnt really matter if I did it wrong, because now I have you to teach me all the carnal things I need to know to be a true woman of the world. Im almost thirty-five, Keller. Im at the age when I should know all the intricacies about the fine art of sex, dont you think? Only if Im the one you learn it from, Keller said, removing his finger from her cunt and gently pinching her clit. Her eyes popping wide and nearly crossing, Maisy drew up her knees and gasped. The only one, she breathed. He pinched her sweet spot again. Oh God. That-that feels The third time he squeezed it, Maisy detonated, crying out Kellers name as he continued the pleasurable torment through the last of her bodys shudders. Good grief, Keller. I have been seriously, gravely, hugely deprived all these years, Maisy muttered after regaining her senses. She watched as he sheathed his cock with a condom and sighed, basking in the thrill of anticipation. Just think of the fun well have doing all the things you missed. He brushed her lips with his. I cant wait. I got lots of sexy ideas from my romance novels. Like dolling yourself up in naughty little undies like these? Im glad you bought them just for me. I cant wait to tear them off you. He dragged his fingers from her shoulders to the tips of her breasts, where he pinched and twisted her taut nipples through the lace. Mmmmthey have tabs. Your nipples? Keller teased. Maisy laughed. No, my bra and panties. To get them off faster. Thats good. Now lets see whats inside this fancy bra. The one you bought just to impress me so you could sink your womanly clutches into me. Maisys snappy retort caught in her throat as Keller drew one bra cup down until her breast popped free. He caught the nipple in his teeth, nipping and tugging. Then he drew the other cup down, revealing her other breast. He pinched the pebbled tip of that one while he suckled the other. Youre better than any romance novel hero Ive read about, Keller, she sighed, stroking the inside of his muscular thigh. Thanks. Since Ive never read a romance novel, I cant compare you to one of the heroines. All I know is that you make me feel alive, Maisy. You make me think. You make me laugh. And, Jesus Christ, just thinking about you makes me so fucking hot and hard I walk around in a sex-crazed daze most of the time. Threading his fingers through her hair, Kellers words traveled on a wisp of breath. Youre not only beautiful, Maisy She loved the way her name sounded when he spoke it. Like a poem, a perfect note of music. Youre sweet, luscious, adorable.
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His tongue forged a hot, damp path from the hollow at her throat to her breast where he lavished attention on one rigid nipple. And exquisitely delicious, he added, allowing her breast to pop free of his warm mouth. With the enthusiasm of a boy discovering a new toy, he pinched, plucked and teased at the nipple as the cool air puckered her damp flesh. Mmmmm She squirmed at the heavenly feel of his mouth and fingers at her sensitive nipples. Snaking her hand down between their bodies, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and engaged in a warm, throaty giggle. She was so sublimely, supremely happy that she didnt know whether to laugh or cry. I wish we could stay this way forever, Keller. This is perfect, isnt it? Just the way we are, here in my bed. Enjoying each other. Naked, hot and trembly and enveloped in the heat of passion. I cant think of anything sweeter. Except for sinking my cock into your juicy cunt, of course. Before she could even blink, Keller had ripped off her panties. Keller! The tabs. Fuck the tabs. Ill buy you another pair. But-but theyre crotchless. You could have just I know, baby, but I couldnt help it. Ive been dying to rip off your undies since the first day we met. Besides, I want you naked. Now. Maisy yelped as Keller tore her brand new, exceedingly expensive bra from her torso and tossed it aside. Ill buy you one of those too, he said. Right now, this minute, I need to feel that unbelievably tight cunt of yours squeezing me as I pump in and out, baby. Before Maisy could respond, Keller thrust into her, hard and deep, tearing a moan of acute pleasure from her throat. In and out, each slick glide more determined than the last. Nothings ever felt this good, Keller said. Its like fucking a goddess. Perfect, Maisy whispered. Each stroke of your cock is sublime. Never stop fucking me, Keller. Never. Hang on, honey, because Im going to make you quake and quiver. With each thrust, he paused long enough to hammer into her hard, eliciting a shuddering gasp of pleasure from Maisy, Im going to send a series of potent jolts through that soft, lush body of yours. Sheeshshe was ready to come again just from listening to him describe what he was going to do to her. Their bodies still locked together, Keller rolled them so that Maisy sat atop him. I didnt forget. Your turn on top, sweetheart. He dragged his fingers to her swollen clit, pinching it with enough intensity to rob her of all rational thought.

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Determined to make this celebratory fuck just as good for Keller as he was making it for her, Maisy swiveled her hips as she rode him. Ah, Christlook at those beautiful tits swaying above me. Gorgeous. Mine. He reached out and caught them in his hands, kneading her flesh. When he let go, Maisy cupped her breasts, as if presenting them on a platter. Ohyou mean these old things? She gave a throaty chuckle. With Kellers gaze locked on her offering, she bobbled them in her hands, like an erotic juggler. Ive noticed you seem to like them. Thats an understatement. Clasping her breasts with her hands, like a finger bra, she squeezed them, uttering a little moan as she squirmed, pushing herself down further on his dick. Do you like it when I make my breasts jiggle for you? Gingerly bouncing on his groin, she let go of her breasts, allowing them to move freely. Shit With a pleasured groan, Keller bucked his hips hard, maneuvering in such a way that his magnificent cock perfectly abraded all the right places deep inside until Maisy thought shed go insane. Ill take that as a yes, she said. Bracing her hands against his chest and squeezing his pecs, she answered his actions with a few of her own, riding him with little clockwise circles and then in little counterclockwise circles. Watching the look on his face and listening to the sounds he made, she learned which of her moves he seemed to like best. You learned a lot from those smut books of yours, he said, clasping his hands on her cool ass cheeks and slowly trailing his fingers across her thighs. My brain is full of so many hot, naughty, dirty little scenarios, Keller, she informed him, with a calculated twist of her hips, that I can just about guarantee youll be in a constant state of arousal until we test them all. I hereby volunteer to be your lab rat, Dr. Porn. I accept. But I think well have to go shopping first. That is, unless you already have some of the stuff Ive read about. Such as? Like butt plugs, nipple clamps, velvet-lined handcuffsum, I dont remember the rest right now. But they all sounded very interesting. Damn, Keller answered, stilling his hip action for a moment. Sweetheart, Ill be more than happy to take you shopping for all the sex toys and paraphernalia your little heart desires. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing and tugging. Oh yeah, Im gonna be one happy lab rat, thats for damn sure. Maisy raised herself high on his dick and slipped down, her cunt colliding with the base of his cock. She clamped her inner muscles, milking his cock with her pussy as she rode. MmmmI like being on top. Its fun to ride you. God, Maisyyoure killing me.
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Maisy stopped moving. Im hurting you? Only in the best possible way. He lifted her by the waist, holding her steady while he glided in and out of her creamy pussy, wreaking havoc with her senses. Tell me something, sweetheart, he said as he watched the in and out suction of cock and cunt. Have you ever touched yourself, thinking about me? With a sultry chuckle, Maisy admitted, After going through a few dozen batteries, I finally burned out my Duo-Head Maximum Power Thruster vibrator and had to get a new one. Then came my Wild and Wanton Underwater Wonder, its glow-in-the-dark and neon green. After that, my arsenal of vibrators has kept on growing. All thanks to you. Im glad. It serves you right after all those middle of the night masturbation sessions you put me through, sweetheart. Have I? she asked, and Keller nodded. Good. I like the sound of that, of knowing that I had that kind of power over you. That and more. You used your magic powers of seduction to make me fall in love with you. Will you touch yourself for me now, sweetheart? I want to see your finger swirling around your clit as I fuck you. There was only a slight hesitation before Maisys fingers slid to her pussy. Amazed at how at ease she felt with Keller, she wanted nothing more than to please and to be pleased. Meeting the smoldering intensity of his gaze, she treated her clit to sweet, sensual torture as he watched. Masturbating in front of him made the sensations all that much hotter. In a flash, Keller had switched their positions, with Maisy now on the bottom. Wow! That was fast, she said, amazed and delighted that he had the strength to toss her around so easily. It made her feel downright petite. I needed a better look. Men thrive on visuals. Keller grinned. Do it again, Maisy. Touch yourself. Let me see you play with your breasts too. As Keller loomed over her, a ravenous look in his eyes, she settled the fingers of one hand on her clit, slipping and sliding over the warm, slick flesh, while the fingers of her other hand pinched, tugged and rolled her nipples, one after the other. Maisys fingertips swirled, stroked and tweaked, luxuriating in the sheer delight of being with himof pleasing him as he watched. Thats right, sweetheart, Keller coaxed. Enjoy yourself. Give in to the pleasure. God, youre so incredibly sexy. White hot fire ignited deep within Maisys belly and her breath came in panting gasps with each sashay across the swollen nub. Pleasuring herself until she purred, she couldnt believe she was actually doing this in front of Keller. But it seemed so natural, so right. As if shed done it before. She definitely had her detailed fantasies to thank for that.

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Ah Christ, Keller groaned. Thats beautiful. So fucking hot. I can feel your fingers. I can feel you stroking yourself. His next thrust jarred her halfway up the bed. She could feel an orgasm building, developing from the first pleasant, insistent tugs to what promised to be a phenomenal, cataclysmic experience. His hand on hers, Keller drew her fingers from her pussy and sniffed them. Sweet, muskybetter than the finest perfume, the most fragrant wine. Bringing her fingers to his mouth, he sucked them, one by one, a deep groan rumbling up from his throat as he did. Like nectar. He licked his lips. I love the smell and delicate taste of your sex, Maisy. Oh Keller What sheer, unadulterated bliss. Indulging in a prolonged sigh, Maisy lingered on his gloriously sensual words, loving the way they made her feel more precious than gold, more desirable than diamonds. Her entire body thrummed with Kellers next powerful thrust. She was getting close. And one look at his expression was all she needed to know the hold he had on his urges was about to shatter. A strangled sound escaped the back of his throat as they locked gazes. With a gush of breath, his feral cry vibrated clear to her core, adding an untamed intensity to their lovemaking. One final swoop of her finger across her engorged clit sent Maisy soaring with him on the wings of passion, crying out her own exclamation of sheer rapture. I love you, they chorused, clinging to each other in the throes of joint climax.

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Chapter Twenty-Five
Maisy awoke to the smell of coffee and a note on her pillow. Keller wrote that he had to leave early for the winery because there was a problem with one of the vats. He asked her to meet him there for the last wine tour of the day. The part of the note she liked best was his signatureall my love, Keller. All my love She repeated the words, rolling them across her tongue, through her mind, trying to get used to them as she padded down to the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. He loved her. Keller Fitch really and truly loved her. And she loved him. Whats more, as if that in itself wasnt amazing enough, there was even a decent chance that his bitch of a sister could end up on the other side of the planet, making nookie with that overbearing asshole Texan. For a good five years at least! That thought alone was enough to make Maisy want to break out in song. Yes, life was good. The world seemed lighter, brighter, more buoyant this morning. Maisy didnt even mind the half-dozen messages on her cell phone from Norman, asking how everything turned out and wanting all the juicy details. In fact, she felt so magnanimous after spending the night in Kellers arms and making perfect-romance-novel love, she hadnt even entertained any thoughts of eviscerating Norman for all the angst hed put her through.

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As the wine rests, sediment drops from the new wines to the bottom of the tank or barrel, Keller explained to the small tour group as Maisy hung on his every word. The red wine in barrels absorbs tannin from the wood and the minute amounts of oxygen from the air that will give them character and nudge them toward maturity. Whats the difference between white zinfandel and red zinfandel? one of the tour members asked. Well, despite the popularity of white zinfandel, Keller explained, the grape that all zinfandels are made from is really red. The red skins are removed to produce a paler blush color wine. The current batch of our zinfandel is made from seventy-year-old vines in California and aged about a year in wood before being bottled. Maisy took in her surroundings. Kellers Cellars had the look and feel of something right out of an old movie. It was her second visit to the winery and the first time shed been below the old mansion in the actual wine cellar. It was pristinely clean and full of tanks, bottles and wood barrels. The cellar was surprisingly cavernous, with gaping areas dug out of the rock.
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While the temperature was somewhat chilly, it wasnt unpleasant. Besides, Kellers smile flooded her with a comforting warmth. She breathed in, filling her nostrils with a woody scent that was laced with pleasing undertones of fruit and herbs. Having smelled this same earthy combination of fragrances on Keller before, it immediately acted like an aphrodisiac on her senses. Her gaze fell on him again. He wore faded blue jeans and a denim shirt, with sleeves rolled up. The chambray cloth of his shirt strained over his broad shoulders and biceps. That realization had a succulent image of him, shirtless and sweating, flashing into her mind. Against her better judgment, her eyes traveled to his crotch. Her mouth went dry and her lips parted as desire flowed through her body, lodging at her clit with a tiny, telltale tremble. The urge to jump his bones and fuck him right there in front of the huddled wine novices was almost overwhelming. Good God, she had to get a grip. Rather than feeling sated by their sensational lovemaking sessions, Maisy found herself feeling even more famished than before. She simply could not get enough of the man. An orgasm at the hands of Keller Fitch was like a perfect, divine piece of designer chocolateyou cant have just one. After two deep, cleansing breaths, Maisy chanced looking Kellers way again. She was a mature adult, dammit. She could get through this tour without succumbing to lusty daydreams and wild, carnal imaginings. Her newly studious self noted that, aside from looking scrumptious, Kellers charm, wit and intelligence were evident as he addressed the group. Every so often he directed a special, secret smile toward Maisy, which affected her the way a magnet agitates base metal. Keller and his fresh-faced college intern assistant Becky poured samples from a few of the barrels, using something that looked like a cross between a hypodermic needle and a meat-baster. Maisy tried to pay attention to the tour, because it really was fascinating. The problem was, it wasnt nearly as fascinating as the tour leader. Deciding it would be best to fully get into the spirit of things, she raised her hand. Did you have a question, maam? Keller asked, a silent conversation unfurling between them. Melting at his gaze, Maisy swallowed hard. Yes. I was wondering what makes so many of your wines award winners. You need quality going in to have quality come out, he answered, his eyes lingering on her hungrily. I cant change grapes, but I can try to steer them in the right direction by reducing acidity through blending. She loved listening to him talk. He took such obvious pride in his wine. It didnt hurt matters that he was also sable haired, chiseled jawed and had chocolate chip eyes. How could she help getting all moist and squirmy as she watched himthe gorgeous, generous man who had changed her world forever?

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My objective, he went on, is to achieve balance and harmony among the components that will provide a pleasant-tasting wine with a pleasing finish. Listening to Keller enlighten her and the group about the fermented fruits of his labor, Maisy determined then and there to make the ultimate sacrifice. Shed give his awful mushroomy-tasting cabernet another chance, without making a single shudder as it slid down her throat. Not that was true love. They strolled to another station where Keller gave a couple of demonstrations and answered more questions while Maisy studied the sensuous, sinewy movements of his muscle groupings. She couldnt help being distracted. It was that mind-melting gaze of his that caused her to be an unruly student. And that ends our tour for this afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, Keller said. I hope you all enjoyed it and learned a little bit about how wine is made. Becky will lead you back to the tasting room and wine shop upstairs where you can sample several of our wines and make any purchases you might like. As Maisy followed the group, Keller seized her arm, holding her back. Arent we going upstairs with the rest of them? she asked. Nope. Becky will take care of everything. Then shell lock up the winery and leave. Well have the place to ourselves. Stepping behind her, Keller wrapped his arms around her middle, nuzzling her neck. Oh, the things Im going to do to you, sweetheart. Maisy hesitated. Your mothers not upstairs, is she? Keller laughed. Nope, you can breathe easy. She and two of her friends are in Florida for a little getaway. Now come on, he said with a twinkle in his eye, leading Maisy to a set of gargantuan arched oak doors. Ive got something special to show you. Grape etchings? Maisy teased. Bettermuch better. Keller unlocked the doors and pushed the massive, heavy slabs of wood open to reveal an underground haven like none Maisy had ever seen before. It was like a subterranean paradise. Her hand flew to her throat and she gasped as her gaze took in a tiny waterfall, an abundance of flourishing plants and exquisite, artful lighting. The room held amazing carved rock furnishings, including a vine-covered bar and stools. Oh Keller, this is magnificent. Its like something straight out of a fairy tale. I didnt even realize it was here when I bought the place years ago, he told her. Everything down here was a mess and the big oak doors were hidden behind a mountain of debris. After clearing everything out to get the cellar ready for the winery, I discovered the doors and what was behind them. Im guessing the guy who originally built this place must have had the grotto fixed up as some sort of a retreat for himself. I love those lights. They look like theyre very old, Maisy said, fingering one of the ornate torches.

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They used to be gaslight torches. Somebody along the way had them converted to electric. This is the room I use thats just for me. Its my special little corner of the world, where nothing can bother me and stress doesnt exist. Its like I walk in here and all my cares dissolve. Still taking everything in, Maisy nodded. I can see exactly why youd feel that way. This is like a little bit of paradise. Keller tugged her close. Ive never brought anybody else here before, Maisy, he whispered into her hair. His admission made her heart swell. Maisy smiled up into those warm pools of chocolate in his eyes. Im honored that youre sharing it with me, Keller. He lifted her chin, smiling warmly. Its because I love you, Mazel Lynn Morganfield. With every fiber of my being. Got on those fancy undies? The ones with the easy fuck-me tabs? What? Caught off guard, Maisy laughed. Well, do you? Yes. Well, not the same ones I was wearing last night, of course. You trashed those. Why? I want you to take off your clothes and strip down to those wicked undies. Now? Here? Yup. Butbut its cold down here, Keller. I might just have a way to work up some heat, he assured her with a wicked waggle of his eyebrows. Now strip like a good little girl. As Maisy complied, Keller shucked off his own clothes, lickety-split. Goose bumps rose on Maisys skin as she stood before him in the cave, in only her bra and panties. She looked around, scanning the area for something soft, like maybe a hidden futon or bank of pillows or something, but all she saw was rock formations. Glancing back at Keller, standing there looking unreasonably delicious in nothing but a pair of black silk shorts, Maisy decided it didnt make a damn bit of difference if he wanted to fuck her on the floor, on top of a barrel or anywhere else. Standing arms akimbo, Keller surveyed Maisy from head to toe. No. On second thought, that wont do. As if they were on a burlesque stage in the middle of a bawdy skit, Keller grabbed hold of her bra and panties, snatching them from her body in one swift yank. Oh! God, I love doing that, he said. Guess Im going to have to buy you a truckload of those easy fuck-me undies, cause theyre so much fun to rip off those bad girl curves of yours. Goose bumps vanishing, heat flushed through Maisy.

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Now gloriously naked himself and reveling in devilish laughter, Keller pulled Maisy deeper into the cave-like room, all the way to the back until theyd entered an adjoining room, dominated by a giant vat, filled with red and deep purple grapes. Feel adventurous? Maisy looked from the vat of grapes to Keller and laughed. You mean? Yup. Were going to crush grapes the old-fashioned way. We are? Maisy beamed an enthusiastic smile and Keller nodded. Wow! Ive wanted to do this ever since I saw that I Love Lucy episode. You know, the one where she visits Italy and dances around in the grapes. Great. Thats one of my favorite episodes too. Thats what gave me the idea. I just put this together this morning. That vat is an old hot tub that was in here. I cleaned it out and filled it with grapes. I thought it might be fun to put a whole new spin on grape crushing. Hmm, squishing around naked in a sea of grapes does have an erotic feel to it, doesnt it? Well find out in a minute. How do we do this, Keller? Just like this. In the next instant, Maisy was in the air, falling into the vat of grapes, and Keller was plunging in after her. Keller! she shrieked. The two of them sat there giggling and fondling each others bodies, while doing their best to right themselves and stand in the vat. Finally, they were both on their feet and Maisy started dancing around, just the way Lucy Ricardo had, with her hands on her hips and laughing all the while. Her unencumbered breasts bounced, drawing Kellers rapt attention. Oh baby, give me those jiggly breasts, he growled, following after her, doing his own exaggerated grape-stomping dance. I want to squeeze them, lick them, bite them, suck them. He made squeezing gestures with his fingers. The grapes? Maisy teased. Uh-uh. Your gorgeous tits. Get ready. Im coming to get you, Maisy. I dont think so. You cant catch me, she teased back, prancing around the perimeter of the tub, doing her best to keep her balance in the plump, juicy fruit. Oh yes I can, he warned. And when I do, Im going to throw you down in those grapes and fuck you silly, savor every inch of your voluptuous body. Im going to drill that adorable little cunt of yours so hard with my dick that Uttering a loud whoop of surprise, Keller slipped and landed on his ass. Pointing at the fallen Keller, Maisy burst out laughing. Adding insult to injury, she pelted him with handfuls of grapes. Her moment of triumph was short-lived, however,

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because Keller dove beneath the heap of grapes and yanked Maisys feet out from under her. Catching her in his arms as she fell back, he said, Now Ive got you, you wicked little temptress. And Im going to make you pay. Ooh yeahmake me pay. Ive been very naughty. They played back and forth, smashing grapes in each others faces and licking grape juice from each others body parts. Maisy decided there was definitely something to be said for grape-coated cock and balls. She could even imagine it becoming her second favorite confection, next to chocolate. Positioning a single grape at her navel, Keller worked it up Maisys belly with the tip of his tongue, sidetracking left and right to keep the plump fruit from rolling away. As he nudged the grape through the valley between her breasts, the sensation was both tickling and erotic at the same time. He succeeded in transporting the grape to the hollow at the base of her throat before curling his tongue and taking the berry into his mouth. Then he worked his way back down again, this time sans the grape. I see your goose bumps are gone, he noted after a lavish lick of her breast. You taste like spicy hot grape juice. Once the last syllable left his mouth, his busy tongue went back to work, laving her nipple. A melodic sigh escaped Maisys lips as she luxuriated in Kellers careful attention. She should be cold, freezing, romping around nude in the juicy mess, but the heat of passion kept her warm, inside and out. Who knew grapes could be so lust inducing? she said, her voice soft and low. Youve got me so hot I could practically make mulled wine out of these grapes. Hot and Spicy Mulled Maisy, Keller said. A gold medal winner for sure. Ill have to add a barrel of that to my private stock. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Oh Keller, this was a fabulous idea. Im having a ball. All this playing around has given me an appetite. Maisy couldnt hide her disappointment at the thought of leaving their wet, erotic playground before making love among the plump, sticky fruit. You mean were done in here? Not by a long shot, sweetheart. He grabbed her waist tight, hauled her up and plopped her flat on her back in the grapes. Ive got me some serious snacking to do. A wanton giggle erupted from Maisys throat. Keller, you are so bad! Before she could utter another word, he spread her thighs and shoved a handful of grapes at her pussy, pushing them inside her hole, one by one as she gasped. The feeling of being packed with the round, squishy fruits was unlike anything else shed ever experienced. Ohthis is weird.

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Good weird or bad weird? Keller asked, still busily stuffing her channel with fruit. Before she could answer, he swiped his finger hard across her clit and Maisy gasped. Good weird she muttered on a sultry whisper. Definitely good. The next sensation at her clit was Kellers hot tongue, swirling. Oh my God, this is too much. I think Im going to Again, Keller thwarted her ability to speak, this time by taking her swollen nub between his teeth and scraping gently. Maisy was damn glad they were underground in a rock cavern because the prolonged holler she let out when she shattered would have cracked glass. She couldnt believe it. Shed never come so fast in her life before. And the waves just kept on coming as her pussy contracted against the grapes, squeezing, crushing. She never wanted it to stop. And Kellers mouth! Dear God, he was killing her, pushing her body beyond its limits, driving her insane. The pain, the pleasure, the intensity! Stop! I cant take anymore, Keller. I think Im going to have a heart attack. You have to stop. Pausing in his carnal task, Keller assured her, Youre not going to have a heart attack, sweetheart. He gave a husky chuckle. But if you really want me to stop, I will. Are you sure thats what you want? He licked her clit again and her body shuddered clear to her teeth. No, Maisy panted, clutching bunches of grapes in her hands and fisting them until they surrendered their juice. Its heaven. Its hell. Itsoh just go ahead and kill me. I want to die just like this in your arms, Keller. Just let yourself relax and give in to the pleasure, Maisy. He sucked her clit and she indulged in a lingering moan. Let me show you how much I love you. His teeth grazed her tortured nub again and Maisy figured she was a goner. A woman could only take so much pleasure before detonating. Youve been deprived of absolute pleasure for so long, baby. You deserve this. Bringing one hand to her breast, Keller rolled the stiff nipple firm enough that Maisy felt the sensation in her toes. This, while his magic mouth was still working at her clit, driving her farther toward the brink of insanity, treating her to equal measures of agony and bliss. She wanted to speak, to tell him just exactly what he was doing to her. To thank him for so generously treating her to the most intensely erotic experience of her life. To let him know that her entire arsenal of vibrators were no more than cheap, ineffectual trinkets compared to his expert ministrations. But all she could do was babble nonsensical murmurs. Lost in rapture, Maisy threaded her fingers through Kellers hair, fisting it. She pressed his head against her, where it needed to be. Finally, her pleasure core split wide open, transporting her to an inner nirvana of hard, throbbing waves that splashed through her senses.
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Yesyes, thats it, baby. Theres nothing more beautiful than watching you come, Maisy. Cradling her in his arms as she floated atop the mound of grapes, Keller kissed her sweetly. Now its time to get those grapes out of their secret hiding place, Keller told her. Clutching her ass cheeks, he dragged her closer and got down on his knees so he was face to pussy. Waitits too soon, Keller, Maisy told him, barely able to form words at this point. Its too sensitive down there. You mean here? Keller pressed the tip of his finger against her gleefully worn-out clit. After letting out a whoop, Maisys head dropped back into the grapes and she moaned. The feeling of his finger on her tender flesh was indescribable and immediately sent another jolt through her body. It was as if she experienced the sensation down to every nerve ending. It felt terrible. It felt wonderful. She was frightened of the unknown. She was ravenous for more. Bracing her hips high, Keller brought her pussy to his mouth and tongued out a few grapes. Im afraid it has to be done, he explained, before removing another few grapes and eating them. I mean, can you imagine what would happen at your next visit to the gynecologist if he found grapes lodged inside your sweet little pussy? He licked her clit before digging his tongue inside and scooping out another grape. The idea of trying to explain such a thing to kindly old Dr. Hendrickswhod been her ob-gyn since she shed married John, and her family doctor before thathad Maisy laughing at the same time that she squirmed with pleasure. Then alarm set in. Ohmigod. What if Keller didnt get them all out? What if a grape or two lingered up there, hidden away, only to be fished out during her next pap smear? Oh they need to come out, Keller. All of them. I could never explain such a thing to Dr. Hendricks. Well, when he asks you why you have a little red grape tucked deep in your pretty cunt, you could always tell him you went away to a spa for their famous grape cure. But their technicians failed to vacuum your innards sufficiently, Keller suggested before returning to his grape-retrieval mission. Maisy started laughing again. How in the hell she could be caught up in giggles at the same time her body was readying itself for a cataclysmic orgasm was beyond her. She had no idea sex could be so multi-rewarding, so sizzling hot while being such great fun. Keller inserted two fingers, drawing out more fruit and sliding the sticky wet pulp along her clit before licking it and his fingers clean. I like the taste of you mixed with the grapes, he said, swirling a finger inside her pussy and plucking out another fruit. After eating it and licking his lips, he gave a

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satisfied smile. Damn, you taste like sweet, musky sex. I love it. And then he proved it by going back for more, again and again, each time doing something different to her with his tongue, teeth or fingers. Good God in heaven, the man knew how to make her insides thrum. I think Ive got them all out, but Id better make sure. Keller thrust his entire hand up her pussy, spreading his fingers and exploring. Maisys body stiffened at the powerfully sweet invasion. Ooh, youre touching something up theresomething wonderful, she breathed. Must be the elusive G-spot, he surmised. Which proves I am not only a master winemaker, I am also an amazing lover. He moved his fingers back and forth inside and Maisy felt herself bordering the rim of ecstasy. Keller she sighed, looking into his eyes as he hand-fucked her. With an unmistakable look of love, he lowered his head and kissed her as he fucked her to completion, cradling her against him as she trembled. Swallowing her moans as her senses scattered. Whispering soft, sweet words of affection against her ear while she shuddered in his arms. When it was over, Maisy was spent. Shed ascended to a place of almost mystical scope before finding herself back in her perfectly pleasured body, and being held by the man she loved. Adored. A moment later, Keller was at her back. Still caught up in a thick fog of passion from her climax, Maisy was surprised to feel him parting her legs again and, with a rear approach, working his fingers deep in her vagina. Oh no, I cant, Keller Maisy protested. Not yet. Its too soon. Too much. I feel like I dont have a single bone left in my body, Keller. Im spent. Disregarding her protests, his skilled hand began to work wonders once again inside her sopping pussy. Despite being boneless and replete, Maisy moaned out in bliss, soaking up the ecstasy of feeling Keller pleasure her, love her. Her eyes widened as he splayed her butt cheeks with his free hand. She felt his cock nestling its length in the crease of her ass. Umwhat are you doing, Keller? Playing. God, you have no idea how much I want my cock in there, inside your tight, hot little hole. Maisy gulped. I think youve got the wrong hole. Nope. But-but thats mymy Your sweet, pink, virgin rosebud. My ass, Maisy clarified. Yup. Have I told you have the sweetest bare ass Ive ever seen? Keller dipped his head down and touched the tip of his tongue to her anus.

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Maisy yelped in surprise. He took his sweet time, licking, kissing and tonguing her. Sweetheart, youd better get used to the idea that there isnt a single solitary spot on that lush body of yours that I dont find beautiful, tempting, tantalizing. Every part of you is precious to me, Maisy. And Im looking forward to hours and hours of in-depth exploration. He licked her hole again and Maisy shivered. Are you going to put your cock up my butt? Just, please, whatever you do, dont stuff any grapes up there, okay? She almost laughed. The conversation was so strange, so foreign to her. Hell, she didnt even know men liked to do this sort of thing. But she had to admit, at the touch of his tongue against her opening, she felt a definite thrill of sensation gliding up her spine. No grapes, dont worry. As for my cock, you better believe it. In time. A few weeks. Maybe a month or two. I need to get you ready first. Ready how? Keller slipped one finger inside the crack pressing against the seam of her ass. When he slid his fingertip, moist with grape juice, just inside the opening, she arched up, startled. Oh! Like this. He pushed his finger a little farther and she tightened, closing her buttocks around his finger. Jesus, youre so tight in there. Ive got to get you ready, pliant, little by little, until your opening can stretch wide enough to accommodate my cock. His finger penetrated to the first knuckle. Maisy gasped then moaned. Like the way that feels, sweetheart? Uh-huh. The new sensation was certainly unique. She didnt think shed like it at first, but there was something deeply erotic about Keller lovingly surveying her most intimate areas. Keller hadnt forgotten about his pussy-pleasuring task. While he stretched her rectum muscles gently, lightly tugging at the edges, his other hand fucked her cunt, making contact with her G-spot over and over again. The wet, sucking sounds of her dripping pussy echoed off the cavern walls along with the murmurs of delight she and Keller uttered. The dual sensations of fullness back and front were driving her mad. The sweet addition of Kellers erection gliding up and down her thigh and ass cheek as he pleasured her was the icing on the cake. Maisy felt the first shudders grip her being. Reaching behind her, grasping onto Kellers arms for dear life, she said, Theres one hell of an avalanche of ecstasy shooting through me, Keller. Sucking in a long, shuddering breath, she continued, God, I dont know if Ill make it out of this orgasm alive. She heard Kellers husky chuckle and felt his hot breath on the back of one shoulder. He planted a tender kiss there before nipping her flesh with his teeth. Oh I think youll manage. Youre a regular little climax machine, Maisy. Damn, its going to
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be fun finding all kinds of new ways to fuck you, honey. Theres nothing I love more than feeling you quake and shudder in my arms. She managed a short laugh, which tightened her muscles around his finger in her ass and his fist up her pussy. That was it. The last straw. Spasms jolted through her with such force she almost sobbed. It dawned on her a moment or two later, once shed come back down to earth, that Keller had unselfishly tended to her needs while giving no thought to his own. Reaching for his cock, her fingers grazed the marble-hard surface. Your turn, she whispered. Come inside, Keller. Stick that great big grape-juicecovered cock right in here. Her fingers rested on her mound. After kissing the tip of her nose, Keller returned Maisy to her feet. Later, he said. When were upstairs in my bed. Now, Maisy insisted. Youre hard as a rock, Keller. No condom. Smiling, he shrugged. I figured it wouldnt stay on in all this juice, so I decided to make this fun little grape stomping strictly a means of pleasuring you, instead. Believe me when I tell you that watching your big blue eyes grow wide and your lips form those amazed little Os as you come, is very satisfying for me, sweetheart. Uh-uh. No way was Maisy going to leave that vat without bringing Keller to climax. An idea crossed her mind and she indulged in a deep, sultry laugh. You dont need a condom. Natasha has other ways of making her man come, Maisy informed him in her sorry attempt at an eastern European accent. First, Natasha wants to suck. Maisy took her turn on her knees then, stroking Kellers cock with her fingers before clamping her mouth on it. Humming her pleasure as her lips slid over the silken-hard surface, she treated it to a series of licks and sucking that had Keller gripping the edge of the vat and groaning as his head fell back. Maisy let his cock pop free of her lips and watched it bob above the grapes. Mmm, sweet and salty. Natasha likes the taste of her man, very much. Ah, but oral sex is not the only thing Natasha has in her bag of carnal tricks. Is that so? Keller asked, weaving his fingers in Maisys damp hair and smiling down at her. Tell me more. Im very interested. Natasha will fuck your good, strong cock with her jiggly breasts. As she entertained Keller with a brazen shimmy, Maisy was surprised at her own announcement, not really knowing where the idea had come from but immediately warming to it and the delicious possibilities. Oh yeah. Fuck me with those glorious tits of yours, Natasha. Do me, baby. She heard Kellers sharp intake of breath as she sandwiched his sizeable erection between her breasts, clasping them tight against his cock as she leisurely rubbed back and forth.

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Ah, Natasha sees a tiny pearl of liquid seeping from the tip of your cock, she said, gazing at the grape juice-glazed purple head gliding between her pale breasts. She lowered her head and licked the salty pre-cum from him. Natasha likes Kellers love liquid. Natasha wants to see it spill all over her breasts so she can lick up every creamy drop. Mmmm, she purred. Oh Maisymy God A lingering groan of deep gratification rumbled deep in Kellers chest. Maisy picked up the pace, gliding over him, from tip to root and back again, faster, harder, until Kellers feral growl pierced the silence and his body stiffened. His hands clasped over hers as she held his pulsing cock between her breasts, Kellers gaze was glued to his dick as it spewed ribbons of hot seed all over her breasts. Purring with pleasure, and the satisfaction that shed thoroughly pleasured her man, Maisy sucked his depleted cock clean before lifting one breast to her mouth and swooping her tongue over a spot where hed just branded her with his cum. Cupping her hands, she scooped his semen onto her fingers and brought it to her lips, lapping it as he watched her, heavy-lidded. Then she smacked her lips and ahhhhhed. Natasha knows how to please her mans big American cock, yes? Depositing a finger in her mouth, she drew it out slowly between pursed lips. Christ almighty It took Keller a moment to capture his breath before he could say anymore. You know that black wig and that blood-red lipstick you wore, Natasha? Maisy nodded. Dont throw them out.

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Chapter Twenty-Six
Its the one thing I forgot about from that I Love Lucy episode, Maisy said, wincing as she gazed at her reflection. Me too. Kellers expression mirrored hers. Handling grapes every day, youd think I would know better. Maisy turned toward him, hands on hips. Yes, you would, wouldnt you? He gave a sheepish shrug. Im sure it will wear offeventually. Good grief, Keller, we look like a couple of Smurfs, Maisy grumbled, eying the blotchy red, blue and purplish stains all over their bodies. And look at my hair! She tugged at the multi-hued, formerly blonde strands. What am I going to do? How can I go to work like this? Theres always that black wig, Natasha. Kellers eyebrows gave a devilish waggle. And plenty of heavy face makeup. And maybe some dark glasses and gloves. Maisy groaned. At least we had a hell of a good time, Keller added, drawing her close and kissing the top of her towel-dried head. That we did, Maisy agreed. And we had lots of fun trying to scrub it off each other in the shower. And you definitely look good in blue. Its one of my best colors. Maisy nodded. Youre going to have one heck of a time explaining away that blue cock of yours next time you pee in a public bathroom. Guys dont pay attention to each others dicks when were in the can. Maisy huffed a laugh. Yeah right. Just wait until your doctor gets a load of your blue cunt. Keller laughed. Maisy cringed at the thought. So what do we do now? How about we fuck the night away in my bed? Maybe some of this will rub off on the sheets. Sounds like a good plan to me. My neighbors watching Hershey for me tonight, so I dont need to be back. Anticipating a night of passion, hmm? Mmm-hmm. Purple passion, as it turns out. Laughing, Maisy took Kellers extended hand, following him from the bathroom to the bedroom. You know, she said, nestling herself on the crisp white sheets, Ive decided that making love with you rates just below chocolate. A very close second. In fact, its almost better than chocolate.

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Keller burst out laughing. So I come in below chocolate, huh? Gee, thanks a lot, Maisy. Im not quite sure how I feel about being number two to a Snickers bar. Dont be silly, Keller. She waved her stained hand in a dismissive fashion. Obviously you have no idea what a great honor Ive just bestowed on you. When I tell you that making love with you is almost better than chocolate, believe me, thats extraordinary. Phenomenal! I dont know, Keller mused. Im thinking maybe you need to be punished for your emasculating chocolate remarks. Oh you do, do you? And just what did you have in mind? she said, full of bravado. I could make you stand in the corner. Maisy nodded. Mmm-hmm, you could do that. But Im not sure if that will be enough to teach me a lesson. Youve got a point. Youre a very bad girl. He rubbed his jaw in contemplation. I could turn you over my knee and spank your pretty bare ass until it was a charming shade of hot pink. Wet heat rippling up from her pussy, Maisy blinked. His surprisingly appealing suggestion had caught her completely unawares. She never expected such a pleasurable reaction from the image of Keller slapping her butt. Her mouth fell open and she sputtered. Or Keller wrapped his hands around her wrists, raising them above her head, tenderly immobilizing them. His voice dropping an octave, he said, I could tie you up and have my way with you. Fuck your mouth, your cunt and your blue-speckled ass until youre boneless, whimpering and completely spent. Domination. Maisys thoughts raced to the wild, erotic dream shed had of a medieval damsel in distress and her bold, sexy knight with the ever-expanding cock. A thrill stole up her spine as a trickle of juice slid from her pussy and down her thigh. Come to think of it, she said, her voice growing soft and throaty, I think I probably do need to be punished. She swallowed hard. All over. Her belly churned in excitement and uncertainty. Keller left the bed and went to his closet. He returned a moment later with several silk neckties. Do you trust me, Maisy? He drew the fabric between his fingers in a slow glide. She didnt hesitate a moment. Yes. He dragged down the sheet until it bunched at the foot of the bed. You know I would never do anything to hurt you, right? She did. She knew it in her heart, in her soul. Unlike her unsavory experience with the bullying, sadistic John, any combination of pain and pleasure shared between herself and Keller would be another matter entirely. Sweet, wholly mutual and fully agreeable.

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Yes, Keller. Maisy licked his lips with a purr of excitement as he stood over her, his beautiful naked cock jutting high and proud. I knew when I first spotted this antique wrought iron headboard and footboard that there was a reason I liked them, he said, securing Maisys wrists as she gazed up at him, sucking in ragged little breaths, wondering exactly what he had in mind. Kneeling on the mattress at her side, Kellers gaze slid over his handiwork, down Maisys up-stretched arms and to her eyes. Yes, I like the look of that, Keller told her with a slow smile. My beautiful Maisy, tethered to the headboard of my bed. Helpless and needy. Never having been tied up before, Maisy found a wild fever of need gripping her being. She impulsively arched her pussy toward him. What are the rest of the ties for? His cocoa eyes dancing with devil lights, the corner of Kellers mouth curved into a roguish grin. One is for this, he said, surprising Maisy by covering her eyes as he made a blindfold from one of the ties. Oh! A shot of panic rising to the surface at the foreign and unexpected action, Maisy started. But why Shhh. Just relax while I administer your punishment, sweetheart. Youve been a very naughty girl. But I want to see you, Keller. Being tied up was one thing, but being blindfolded? No, Maisy didnt think she was going to like this one bit. Shhh, he admonished again, smoothing his hands from her belly, over her breasts, and up her arms to her bound wrists with agonizing slowness. Retracing his journey, Kellers soothing hands returned to her belly, making a lingering detour at her breasts, paying homage to each nipple with a flick of his fingers. A moan of pleasure reverberated in the back of Maisys throat. She found the sensations especially delicious. Good Lord, she could almost come just from the thought of what he had done to her already. Her legs and hips writhed and her clit fluttered as her mind conjured images of what might come next. Theres no need to see me. Just picture me in your mindstained blue. He chuckled. Just like the blue gin, Maisy noted, actually picturing the flex of muscle as Kellers lean, hard body moved. Imagining the jerk and bob of his engorged bluestained cock as he studied her, tied to his bed. Maybe this blindfolded thing wasnt so bad after all. The what? He kneaded her breasts with skilful hands, pinching her nipples and efficiently silencing her for a moment, except for the lingering moan that escaped her lips. From the I Dream of Jeannie show, remember? Nope. You never watched those reruns?
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Uh-uh. I was probably watching football, or outside playing it. Well, she explained, there was this genie who was part of the blue gin. I dont remember if he was actually blue or not. But Ill bet for sure he didnt have a big blue cock like yours. Maisy giggled. Okay, if it makes you happy, Ill be the blue gin with the big blue cock. As long as I can stick it into your purple pussy. Deal. His warm hands were on her thighs, caressing them, digging his fingers into her flesh as he dragged his fingers down to her ankles. Spreading Maisys legs wide, Keller secured her ankles to the footboard. He groaned and she felt the brush of his fingertips over her pussy lips, making her shiver. You look incredible, he said. I love how wet you are for me. Tell me what you see when you look at me, Maisy whispered, curious at what Keller was getting out of this. Maisy in bondage. A veritable feast for the eyes. Keller answered, his hands exploring her body as he spoke. I see an incredibly beautiful, desirable woman, all spread out for me. Like an erotic buffet. Your pussy is all pink, slick and swollen with desire. Trickles of your juice are shimmering on your inner thighs and in your curls. Maisy heard Keller take in a deep sniff. And I can smell the scent of your arousal, Maisy. Its better than the finest wine. Oh, JesusKeller? Hmmm? This is all making me so hot I think Im going to come. No, sweetheart, you dont want to do that just yet. Oh yes I do. She could hear the tremor in her own voice as she spoke. Not until I give you permission. Maisy groaned. I had no idea you could be such a hard ass. She heard Kellers wicked chuckle and then his hands were on her again. Stroking her skin from her ankles, to her knees, up to her thighs, where they lingered as Maisy held her breath. It came out on a sigh as she felt Kellers thumbs smooth along her inner thighs while his hands covered her mons. If at anytime you want me to stop and untie you, Keller said, all you have to do is say the magic word. Now his hands were beneath her, curving over her ass. Which is? Maisy asked, tensing and giving a little yelp as she felt his fingers stroking the inside of her butt crack. Snickers. Relaxing at the humor in his voice, Maisy laughed. But once you use it, Keller advised, everything stops, so use caution.
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Okay. She felt so odd. Vulnerable and fully exposed, yet completely free to luxuriate in Kellers erotic touch. Quite incredible. Are you comfortable? Is anything too tight? Keller slowly stroked the line of her jaw with a tender, feathery touch. Im okay. Still feeling just a little anxious at the newness of being bound, she squirmed. Testing her bindings, her breasts jiggled with her efforts. An instant later she gasped at the feel of Kellers teeth clasping one nipple and tugging. The surprise element of not knowing it was coming made it amazingly erotic. God, youve got the most gorgeous damn tits Ive ever seen. He spoke in a whisper that made her insides warm and liquid. I could watch them rise and fall like that all day and night. Keller plucked her nipples like the strings of a violin and Maisy moaned her pleasure. I cant wait to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around my cock. Now, Keller. Do it now. Do what? he teased. I dont understand. Make love to me, Maisy clarified. Like this? Maisy felt Kellers lips on hers, his light stubble abrading the skin around her mouth. His tongue delved between her lips, thrusting, demanding, just the way she wanted to feel his cock in her pussy. Mmmmthats very nice, Maisy said as their kiss ended, but I had something else in mind. You mean like this? She felt his fingers spreading her pussy lips an instant before Kellers hot tongue speared her. Shuddering from a streak of raw pleasure, Maisy yelped. Oh sweet heaven, fuck me, Keller. Please. She could hear the low teasing chuckle as he licked his way up her belly. Maybe you mean like No more playing around, she warned with a growl, cutting him off. Let me make it perfectly clear. I want you to fuck me, Keller. F.U.C.K. me with your C.O.C.K. Now! I cant wait anymore. Ah, but waiting is part of your punishment, my eager little Maisy. I may have to extend your punishment for using such shocking language. Maisy took a moment to steady her breathing. Dont even think about it, she warned. She felt as if she were cloaked in a thick cloud of lust and that shed go insane if she didnt feel Keller inside her soon. This is all so different, she told him. Ive never done anything like this before. That makes two of us, honey. But I can tell you that I like it. A lot. That makes two of us, honey, Maisy mimicked. Do I get to do it to you too? Tie me up?

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Mmm-hmm. Keller hesitated. EhI dont know about that. Well see. I could always tie you up when you were sleeping, she noted. Bad girl thoughts will just get you a longer punishment. Maisy groaned. Can the prisoner make a request? Sure, Ill consider requests. What would you like, sweetheart? His fingers slicked across the crease of her dripping vulva. This? Oohyeah. That. Every nerve ending in her body fired at his touch. And more. I want you to give me a screaming orgasm. Maisy arched then, but her movements were limited because of her restraints. And I want your cock inside me when its happening. You have no idea how I burn for you, Maisy. His fingers speared inside her dripping channel and she gasped. You make my blood boil. Keller finger-fucked her hard with one hand while he pinched a nipple with the other. Maisy thought shed go clear out of her mind. She struggled against her bindings, needing to touch him, to see him. To wind her arms around his neck and thread her fingers into his thick hair. The more she struggled, the hotter the erotic sensations became. She moaned on a sigh when Kellers fingers left her pussy, only to start when she felt his wet finger draw across her lip. Open. I want you to taste yourself, he told her. To taste your desire for me. Maisys lips clamped tight. She couldnt do that. Couldnt taste herself. It wasembarrassing. She turned her head away. Oh I dont think Open, Keller commanded. That is, unless you want to use your magic word and call this all off right now. Maisys mouth opened tentatively. Keller placed his finger inside. Suck it. Maisy did. The liquid coating his finger tasted musky, the way her sex smelled when she was aroused. It was interesting. It was unusual. Damn, it was downright hot to be tasting the juices of her arousal, delivered to her lips on Kellers flesh. Maisy felt Kellers damp fingers trailing a path from her throat to her breasts, circling her areolas. She could feel her nipples pucker, begging for his attention. Keller didnt disappoint. His hot breath feathered over her breast before he caught one taut nipple in his teeth. He greedily feasted on the sensitive bead as his hands molded the curves and contours of her body. After treating her to a lavish lick along the path hed drawn with her juices, Keller groaned. I love the taste of your sex, Maisy.

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She let out a tuneful sigh. This is so erotic, Keller, she breathed. I never thought being tied up and blindfolded could make me feel like this. Its like all my senses are heightened. As she spoke, Kellers mouth and hands left her body and Maisy immediately felt lonely. She wiggled on the bed, kind of liking the fact that she could barely move. Where are you, Keller? She heard rustling sounds. What are you doing? Talk to me. Ive got a steel boner because of you, you naughty girl, he told her. Do you have any idea how sweet and juicy you look all spread out there for me? Maisy smiled at his words. Do I, Keller? She focused on the sounds again, reasonably certain that Keller had ripped open a foil packet and was sheathing himself with a condom. An image of him rolling the cool latex along his long, thick, hot cock made her shiver. With each thought of you, Maisy, every glance at your lush, made for sin body, youre driving me mad. Maisy felt him get back on the bed. Youre chipping away my control, inch by inch, woman. Hmm, inch by inch? You can give me some of your inches anytime, Keller, Maisy quipped. Right here. She gave her hips a shimmy. Right now. Her amused chuckles were cut off as Kellers cock thrust into her depths, high, hard and hot. Oh holy shit, Maisy said. Yessssthisthis is what I wanted. What Ive been waiting for. My thoughts exactly, Keller said, pounding into her as Maisy found herself lost in feelings too exquisite to describe. Christ, you feel good, Maisy. As he moved against her, Maisy feared she would pass out from the sheer bliss of it. She longed to wrap her legs around him, feel his warm flesh against her skin. I crave you, baby. All I can think about is sinking into your hot, juicy cunt and having your inner muscles clasp me like a vise. Maisys vaginal muscles clenched instinctively at his words, milking his cock. While she couldnt see the look in his eyes, she could imagine it by the inflection in his voice. Yeshis eyes would be warm, sweet, loving and full of fire all at the same time as he took her. Im looking at the moist tangle of grapey-purple curls between your legs now, Maisy, as I slide in and out of you. There isnt a single spot on your body that isnt beautiful, you know that? Even when its stained purple and blue. Thank you. I feel the same about your body. I just wish I could touch you, Keller. I ache to reach out and run my hands all over your hard body. I want to squeeze your biceps, your pecs, your ass Therell be plenty of time for that later, baby. Right now just enjoy the sensations. Between murmurs and grunts, Kellers breathing was heavy. The sound of flesh slicking against flesh echoed in the room as he fucked her. The bedsprings squeaked in

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time to Kellers thrusts. Maisy had never paid attention to the sounds of lovemaking before, other than their moans, groans and screams. It opened a wealth of new sensations, making their joining all the more special. Keller ran his tongue up over her belly, eliciting a moan from deep inside Maisys throat. Even the seemingly simple action of him licking her on a supposedly nonerogenous zone built a sense of urgency in her clit. She felt Kellers hands wrap around her hips, lifting her ass from the bed as he drove into her. The adjustment allowed his cock to graze across her clit on the downstroke. Oh dear God, Keller. I cant wait. I cant hold out any longer. Do it, Keller said. Come for me now, baby. I want to feel you shudder, see you turn all pink and rosy as I fuck you from here to paradise. Whimpering and quaking, she bucked furiously in his hands, yearning to draw her legs up, to tighten them as the impending climax ripped through her. Screaming out Kellers name, Maisys body went rigid, trembling as shocks of soulful, concentrated pleasure arced through her. Yeah, thats it, sweetheart. BeautifulChrist, the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen, Keller grunted just before roaring out his satisfaction with the last few thrusts deep into her pussy. Maisy breathed in the scent of their musk, the tang of their sex, as it permeated the air. Making love bound and blindfolded had taught her to observe new smells, new sounds and to focus on the deeply erotic sensation of a lovers intimate touch. Collapsing against her stretched body, his arms wrapping around her, Kellers warmth, weight and the feel of his pulse were the perfect end to their lovemaking. She could stay like this forever. It was almost a shock a few moments later when Keller removed her blindfold. Adjusting to the intrusion of light, Maisy squinted. Once she was able to focus on his handsome, sated expression, she indulged in a heartfelt sigh. God, how she loved this man. That was incredible, Keller, she said as he unfastened the ties at her ankles. So hot, so erotic. What an exquisitely passionate little package you were, all tied up in silk straps, just for me. Keller brushed her lips with a tender kiss. I love you, Maisy. So much. I love you too, Keller. And I cant wait to do it to you so you can experience the thrill of being bound too. Keller telegraphed a dubious look. Like I said, well see about that. As far as Im concerned, if theres any tying to be done in this relationship, then Ill be the one to do it. Maisy wiggled her toes, flexed her ankles and bent her knees as Keller moved to her wrists. Well, okay, but it might not be easy to tie yourself to the bed, she teased.

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Very funny. I thought you were eager to wheedle your way to first place, Maisy said, shaking her hands once hed released her wrists. Keller slanted her a clueless expression. Huh? You know Her fingers tiptoed from his knee to his groin, resting on his depleted cock. She gave a satisfied when she felt it stir. Your ongoing quest to replace chocolate as my number one passion. Keller smirked. Oh, so were back to that, are we? Didnt I just get finished punishing you for being such a bad girl? Oh, but Ive learned my lesson. And because of you taking me on that very sexy journey into bondage, I think you just may have inched your way a notch closer to being number one. With a teasing smile, Maisy fluffed her hair. I think I might know of a way to eke into first place. Keller jumped up from the bed and headed for the door. Be right back.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Maisy heard Keller barreling down the stairs, wondering what the heck he was up to, prancing around down there in the nude. In a few minutes he returned, brandishing a plastic squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup and jiggling his eyebrows as he hopped back into the bed. Handing the bottle to Maisy, Keller positioned himself flat on his back, spread his arms and legs wide and smiled. Okay, go ahead and tie me up. Im your love slave, oh great and mighty Queen of Chocolate. Do what you will to me with the chocolate syrupand your tongue. And teeth. And dont forget those tits Mmmm, the delightfully decadent possibilities, Maisy purred. And since chocolate syrup is fat free, I just may go wild. This bondage thing may not get me the number one slot, Keller said. But it sure as hell better make me an equal contender. That depends on how well you and your big blue chocolate-covered cock please me. Maisy grasped Kellers wrists, winding one of the neckties around them before raising his arms and securing him to the headboard. I dont think Im too crazy about this, Keller said, frowning as he pulled against his restraints. Mmmm, I like the way your pectorals jump when you do that. Very sexy. She lowered her head and nipped one of his flat, brown nipples with her teeth. As she made time to lave his other nipple, Keller gave a pleasured groan. And I love it when your gorgeous tits jiggle, Keller said, making Maisy chuckle at the unexpected comment. For some reason, she didnt mind it when Keller called her breasts tits, or even when he referred to her vagina as a cunt. On the other hand, when John had used those coarse terms, she wanted to stab him in the eye with an ice pick. She noticed Keller liked to surprise her by using in-your-face language every so often, so she decided shed up Kellers pleasure factor by doing a little dirty talk herself. It wasnt exactly her fort, but she figured she could fake it and do a good enough job to make his cock extremely happy. Have I told you what a fabulous chest you have, Keller? Nope. Tell me all about it. A big grin across his face, he made his pecs jump. Mmmm She kneaded his chest and licked her lips. It makes my little pink clit quiver just to think about your magnificent chest. All those beautiful muscles make my pussy positively drool. Kellers eyebrow arched. Sometimes when Im at home and think about you, I just fuck myself silly with my vibrator as I imagine that broad expanse of manly flesh and muscle crushed against my tits.

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Oh you dirty girl. Keller chuckled. That cant be my sweet, timid Maisy talking. Nope. This is slutty Maisy talking. Didnt I ever tell you I had a split personality? she teased. I kind of figured that out with the whole Natasha thing, Keller reminded her. I like it when the slutty Maisy talks all bold and brazen like that. As she bound his ankles, Maisy said, Then Ill bet youll like this too. Once she finished securing him, she kneeled center stage between his legs and brought one of her breasts to her mouth, tugging on the nipple with her teeth. Looking up through her lashes, she saw Kellers jaw drop at the same time his cock jerked. Shit, he said. She grabbed both of her breasts, drawing out the nipples in long, pulling strokes, tweaking the erect buds as he watched. But Maisy wasnt finished. Sometimes I dont use a vibrator at all. I use my best friend instead. Kellers expression went blank. Who? Maisy taunted him with a throaty giggle. Not who, silly, what. Kellers chuckle was as husky as her giggle. Are you talking about Lieutenant Largo Lovethruster from the planet Dickprobe again? You remembered! Are you kidding? Keller smiled. How could I forget? Nope. Largo is my vibrator. Im talking about my pulsating showerhead. I call it Mr. Clitlicker. Maisy almost burst out laughing. Shed just pulled that outrageous name out of her ass. Good God in heaven, she really was becoming wanton. Kellers Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. Oh my God Glad that the silly name clearly had the desired effect on Keller, she told him, I turn the knob to the full-power pulse setting and aim Mr. Clitlickers steamy stream of water right at my clitoris, keeping it there as I think about you fucking me. Maisy closed her eyes and moaned. Before you know it, my body is quaking and my rapturous cries are echoing off the shower walls. Son of a bitch You have no idea how bad I want to get my hands on you right now. Of course, Maisy said, ignoring Kellers words, many times I just dispense with Largo Lovethruster and Mr. Clitlicker and do this instead. He watched intently as her hand snaked down her torso, resting atop her mons. Maisy got high on her knees, thighs spread, to give Keller the money shot. Then she slipped her finger to her clit and played with herself. Determined to give Keller a show to remember, Maisy turned up the heat, dropping her head back and moaning as she fingered her clitoris. She added plenty of writhing for the icing on the cake. In fact, shed never had quite so much fun. There was

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something especially erotic, exceptionally scintillating, about masturbating in front Keller when he was bound and naked in front of her. Aw, Maisy, honey Ill picture you naked, Maisy said. Your broad, bare chest heaving as you prepare to grab me into your arms and fuck me senseless. Ill imagine your teeth biting my nipples. Maisys free hand pinched one of her beading nipples as she spoke. Youre going to have me coming all over myself in a minute, Keller warned. Her fingers still hard a work pleasuring herself, Maisy nailed Keller with a heated gaze. Oh no youre not, mister. Youll come when I tell you to come, got that? Damn, Keller breathed. Youre a dominatrix in sheeps clothing. Youre making me so hot, I swear my blood is boiling In my fantasies, she went on, I think about you, Keller, as I enjoy the delicious sensations at my breast. Maisy swallowed hard as she found herself growing closer to orgasm. The nipple stimulation drives me crazy. When its combined with the powerful tingling deep in my clit, my insides begin to swirl, simmer, take over my mind. I keep swirling over my clitoris and it keeps inching me closercloser she sucked in a deep breath, closer to climax. Wait! Keller urged. Come in my mouth, Maisy. Almost at the point of no return, Maisys eyes widened and her hands stilled. What? Do it. Bring that juicy little pussy of yours here, baby. Sit on my face. Maisy hesitated. She couldnt do that. Shed suffocate him. Crush him to death. Good grief, sitting on his face would be downrightslutty. Come ongive me the pleasure of licking you to completion, sweetheart. Scorching hot and needing to come almost more than she needed to take her next breath, slutty Maisy did as Keller asked and squatted over his mouth. As soon as she was in position, Keller freed his hands from the headboard and grasped her hips, positioning her just right. Maisy gasped. How did you do that? Not only was she amazed that hed freed himself without so much as a grunt, but his powerful arms held her steady, as if she weighed no more than, well, a Snickers bar. You suck at tying knots, Keller said with a teasing chuckle. You tie knots like a girl. I could have freed my wrists anytime I wanted to. The next thing that came out of his mouth was his tongue, hot and wet, as he boldly swiped it across Maisys engorged clit. Ooh God. God, that feels so good, she said, completely forgetting that shed intended to admonish him. Again. Do it again. Im almost there, Keller. She about died when Keller took her clit between his teeth and nibbled her straight to nirvana. Through shrieks, pants and gasps, she trembled and shuddered as Keller held her over his mouth, sucking her juices down his throat.
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Mmmm, that was tasty, he said, setting Maisy on his chest and looking up into her eyes. Babe, you are so fucking hot. So amazingly sexy. I cant imagine that well ever get bored in the bedroom. Limp and sated, Maisy gave him a dreamy smile. Who says we have to limit our activities to the bedroom? she offered, amazed that she could speak after that skyrocketing whirlwind of pleasure. I must admit, I had a heck of a good time in that vat of grapes. She smiled at the recollection. Blue tint and all. Me too, Keller agreed. Id be happy fucking you anywhere, sweetheart. Anytime. And now, as for you, Keller, you dirty, lowdown, lying snake in the grass, Maisy teased as she gathered his wrists again. This time Im showing no mercy. The only way youll get out of these knots is by having me slice these silk ties off with a knife. Go ahead and do your worst, Keller said with a cavalier smile. Punish me to your hearts content. Im going to do just that, Maisy agreed. Absolutely. I certainly deserve it, Keller said. I see you snickering. You think youre going to be able to get away again, dont you? Hah! The thought never crossed my mind, Keller promised. Mmm-hmm. You know, you look really hot tied up like this, Maisy noted. You remind me of Tarzan, bound up in the jungle by the evil ivory hunters, left for the lions to devour. Maisy removed the cap from the bottle of chocolate syrup, glazing Kellers grape-stained cock. Ill be the lion, she announced, licking her lips a moment before she ran her tongue from the root of his cock to the swollen cap of the head, where she placed a kiss. Then she paused to put his blindfold in place. Whoa, wait a minute, Keller protested. Lets skip the blindfold, okay? I want to watch. Too bad. Just relax and enjoy the sensations. Youll like it. Wasting no time, Maisy clamped her mouth on his cock and sucked. Kellers breath grew ragged. But-but men are visual creatures. Half the enjoyment is in the observing. Observe this, Maisy said. Gently massaging his balls, she scraped her teeth lightly over the sides of his cock, causing his thighs to tense and his shaft to jerk. Her tongue swirled in slow, circles, torturing him sweetly, she hoped. Your body isnt the only thing made for sin, Keller said. I love the way you fuck me with your mouth, baby. Maisy flicked her tongue out over the top of his shaft, capturing a little pearl of precum before digging the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole at the summit. Tarzan like? she asked after another wicked lick across the small opening.
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Tensing his muscles, Keller wailed a Tarzan yell loud enough to rattle the picture frames on the wall. Damn right. Tarzan like, very much. You know what this lioness likes? Maisy asked, pausing from nipping the soft flesh covering his marble-hard column. Tell me, Keller said. Fuck, I wish I could see you right now. Maisy raked his chest and abs with her nails, hard enough for an erotic jolt, but soft enough not to scratch him. This lioness likes the salty taste of cum sliding down the back of her throat as she sucks Tarzans gigantic cock. Awfuck me, Keller groaned. Exactly. Youre killing me, Maisy. This lioness doesnt kill, Maisy informed. She just likes to play with her meat and maul it a little bit. She leaned in close, spreading his thighs. Her hands snaked beneath him, clutching Kellers ass cheeks and digging in her fingers, hard. Then she licked the sensitive patch of skin between his balls and ass. As he growled, she felt his butt muscles tighten in her hands and decided it was a good time to finish the job of pleasuring the big, beautiful, bound hunk of man before her. Inch by inch she swallowed as much of his cock as she could, until she felt it butt up to the back of her throat. Maisy sucked it, licked it, worshipped it, fucked it until her lips and cheeks were sore. She cupped his sac with her fingers, rolling it gently as she milked his cock. AhI wish I could sink my fingers into your hair now, Keller said. Hold your pretty head close to me as you fuck me with that amazing mouth of yours. Maisy could tell he was getting close. Listening to his grunts, groans and murmurs, she watched Kellers head shift from side to side as the muscles all through his body tensed and tightened. A moment later, his body rigid and a pleasured grimace across his mouth, Keller howled out a blistering curse as his hips bucked against her mouth and his hot semen flooded the cavern of her mouth and throat. Once shed finished catching, savoring and swallowing every last drop of his cum, Maisy sat back on her heels, quite pleased with herself as she watched the rise and fall of Kellers chest. She only hoped his experience was half as erotic as the one hed given her. I enjoyed that very much, she told him, removing his blindfold. In fact, that was so pleasurable, it just brought you one step closer to claiming first place on my chocolate bliss-o-meter. As Keller opened his mouth to answer, the phone on his nightstand rang. The rude interruption had them both groaning.

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Keller looked at the clock beside the bed. Jeez, its just past midnight. He shook his head. Im just letting it ring. The machine can pick it up. Now why dont you untie me like a good little girl? When the answering machine kicked in, it was Normans voice. Hey Keller, you there? Maisy? Hey, are you guys there? If you are, pick up. Ive got important news about Wilson and Sharon. Maisy bolted up on her knees. Keller struggled with his bindings. Get me out of this, he demanded. Maisy couldnt help giggling at the fearsome scowl across Kellers features. Gee, why dont you just slip out of those girly knots all by yourself, Tarzan? The no-nonsense glare he transmitted gave her second thoughts about any further glibness. She fiddled with the ties at his wrists, grunting and groaning as she tried to undo her handiwork. It was useless. Shed clearly succeeded in tying a series of manly knots at Kellers wrists. Keller? Maisy? Normans voice called out again. Damn. Hit the blue button on the machine, Keller instructed. Thatll put him on speakerphone. And get these damned ties off me! He yanked so hard, Maisy halfexpected the headboard to come flying overhead. Scrambling over Keller, she hit the button on the answering machine, falling off the bed in the process and landing on a heap of sheets and the comforter on the floor. Whoooop! she warbled as she landed in a sprawl. Yeah. Yeah, Norman, Keller called out. Whats up? Is that Maisys voice I heard? Is she there with you? Thats none of your business. Good, Norman said, laughing. Im glad shes there. Groaning, Keller gave a resigned laugh. Am I on speakerphone? Yup. Go ahead, Norman. Hi, Maisy. Half sighing and half laughing, Maisy answered, Hi, Norman. Standing, she instinctively pulled the sheet up, covering her exposed breasts, bunching the fabric in her fist. I kind of figured I might catch you two together there. Keller turned to Maisy and whispered, Theres a jackknife in my nightstand drawer. Get it out and cut off these damn straps. Straps? Norman said. Hmmm, sounds like you two have been having fun. Shut up, Norman, Keller said as Maisy got the knife and opened it. The blade whooshed out, startling her. Wow, this thing is lethal. Why do you keep it in your nightstand? Just untie me, for chrissakes, Keller demanded, yanking at his bindings again.
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I have to be careful, Keller. I dont want to slice your wrists. Oh yeah. Norman chuckled. Some good times were had. Never mind, Norman. Tsking, Maisy felt her cheeks flush. What about Sharon and Wilson? She said yes, Maisy. Sharon said yes. You mean, my sister and your cousin Keller started. Thats exactly what I mean. Wilson, your soon to be future brother-in-law, just called me. He was on his way to the airport to catch his plane for Texas. He and Sharon leave for Russia inget this, guysin two weeks! Yeeehaaa! His hands finally free, Keller telegraphed a mile-wide grin, which Maisy echoed. Yeeehaaa! they chorused back to Norman. So remember, Keller, you have to act completely surprised when Sharon tells you her big news about marrying Wilson and moving overseas. No problem. I guarantee Ill put on a performance that would make you proud, Norman. He worked at the knots at one ankle as Maisy worked at the other. Good boy. Maisy, Ive penciled in a two-week vacation for you starting the day after Sharon leaves for Russia. You can take a few extra days if you need to, but no more than three weeks, okay? That starts cutting into our busy time. Vacation? Maisy cocked her head and frowned. Why, Norman? I wasnt planning to take a For your honeymoon, of course. Honeymoon! Maisy gasped. What honeymoon? Oops. Norman broke into his patented nervous giggle. Keller, havent youuhtalked to Maisy yet? Keller looked to Maisy, grinned and scratched his head. Uhno. Not yet, Norman. Keller, whats Norman talking about? Maisy said, trying desperately not to look too eager. Trying frantically to keep her heart from leaping out of her throat. Trying madly not to let out a scream that would crack those lovely old leaded-glass windows in Kellers bedroom. I was planning to wait until we had breakfast together, Maisy, but thanks to your bigmouth boss, he cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify the words over the telephone, I guess Ill have to change my plans. Sitting at the edge of the bed, Keller raked both hands through his hair and laughed. I swear to God, Norman, he said. Youre going to be worse than an in-law, you know that? Aw, dont worry, Keller, Norman answered. Youll be used to me before you know it. Wont he, Maisy? There was silence as Maisy looked skyward and let out a noisy sigh.

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Maisy? Normans giggle pierced the air. Right, Norman, she finally said, shrugging as Keller laughed. Okay, Norman, Keller said, since you basically orchestrated this whole relationship with Maisy and me, I suppose its only fitting that you hear the proposal. Ears perked, Maisy sat up arrow-straight. Proposal? Yes! Norman said. Yes! Keller rose from the bed and paused, looking down at his naked cock. Wait, he said. Theres something I have to do first. What? Norman said. What?! Youre killing me here. None of your beeswax, Norman, Keller said, slipping into his jeans. He grabbed his shirt and yanked that on as well. There. Thats better. He beamed a broad grin. Somehow it just wouldnt seem right the other way. What other way? Norman asked. Whats going on there? Keller? Maisy? Oh gosh, Maisy said. Just a minute. Gathering the top sheet, she wrapped it around herself, flinging one end over her shoulder. Sitting there naked and purple just didnt seem apropos when she was about to get proposed to. You look just like a Greek goddess, Maisy, Keller told her. Thank you. Okay, Im ready. She sat back down on the edge of the bed, feeling just like a kid on Christmas morning. Getting down on one knee, Keller cleared his throat. Ohmigod, Maisy whispered, her eyes filling with tears as he took her hand in his and cleared his throat again. Maisy Morganfield, I love you. I cant live without you. And I cant imagine feeling this way about anyone else in this lifetime or any other. You are the woman of my dreams, of my heart, my soul. Oh that was good, Keller, Norman said. Really good. Keller closed his eyes and smiled. It seemed to Maisy as though he might be counting to ten. Norman? Keller said. Yeah, buddy? Shut up. Go ahead. My lips are sealed. Keller cleared his throat for the umpteenth time and gazed into Maisys eyes. You and I are like the components of a fine wine, Maisy. Blended together, I know we can achieve that special balance and harmony that will provide our relationship with body, substance, smoothness, character. And, of course, a pleasing finish. Keller grinned. And dont forget great legs, Maisy said with a wink, remembering her wine gaffe during their picnic lunch.

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Keller laughed and squeezed one of Maisys calves. Great legs. Definitely. Norman expelled an audible sigh, indicating his impatience, and Maisy and Keller snickered. What Im trying to say, Maisy, is, he paused and cleared his throat again. Maisy had never seen him so nervous. Yes, Keller? I want to ask you if Oh for heavens sake, Keller, spit it out already! Norman cut in. The mans asking you to marry him, Maisy. Say yes before I keel over from old age, will you? Keller slapped his hand to his forehead and Maisy burst out laughing. Are you, Keller? Asking me to marry you, I mean? Keller nodded. And doing a rather poor job of it apparently. Oh no. It was perfect, Keller. Just perfect. Maisy threw her arms around his neck and squealed. Yes! Yes, Keller. Yes, yes, yes! Finally! Norman said. See, Maisy? Maybe now youll believe that Im psychic. I told you my predictions always come true and that you and Keller would end up together, didnt I? Yeah, with plenty of cockeyed finagling from you, Norman, Keller said. Well, it worked, didnt it? It was my responsibility to get you two together. Anyway, Norman continued, congratulations, kids. Ill get busy and set up the wedding arrangements at that cute little chapel with the justice of the peace over in Bloomingdale. Youll get married the day after Sharon and Wilson leave for Russia. Well Whoa! Maisy said. Slow down, Norman. The man just finished proposing and youre already planning our wedding? What if we want a long engagement? Trust me, thats not a concern, darling, he assured her. Well have to keep the wedding relatively small because of the short notice, and, of course, we dont want Sharon to get wind of anything before she leaves. Rudy and his sister Marta have offered to have the reception at Bavaria Haus. We dont have to worry about wine because you can provide that, Keller. And Norman, stop, Maisy cut in. I really think Keller should have some say in all this. Its okay, trust me. Keller and I already worked out the details when you were passed out after downing that killer chocolate potion. Norman laughed. I wasnt passed out, I-I was sleeping, Maisy objected. Yeah, right, Norman and Keller chorused. Anyway, Norman continued, we decided it was best to get you guys hitched as soon as we ship Sharon out of here. We dont want to wait too long because if she

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comes back for some reason, she might try to screw things up. This is for the best, Maisy. Really. Trust me. Maisys jaw dropped and she turned to her new fianc. You mean to tell me that you and Norman got together and planned this all out without consulting me? Before you even proposed or knew that Id say yes? Uhwell, sort of, I guess. Keller looked like deer caught in the headlights. It was that undeniably clueless expression men often get when put on the spot by a woman. See, Norman was eager to make the plans, and so I told him to go ahead and run with it. I wasnt worried about you saying no to my proposal, so that wasnt a concern. Maisy huffed, balled her fists and planted them on her hips. Oh is that so? Are you kidding? After all that trouble you went to just to hook me? No chance in hell youd say no, sweetheart. Devilish, teasing laughter erupted from Kellers lips. Maisy rose abruptly and shoved Kellers shoulder, making him lose his balance on the one knee and land on his ass. So you and my boss just decided to plan out my wedding and my whole life for me without even asking me for input. Youre absolutely right, Maisy, Norman said. We definitely should have asked for your input. Barcelona, London or Frankfurt? Maisy skewed her features. Huh? You want to be asked for your input, Maisy, so Im asking. Which of those three places do you want to go for your honeymoon? Maisy slumped back on the edge of the bed, dazed and bewildered. Well, lets see. I love London, but Ive always wanted to go to Germanyhmmm, I guess maybe Barcelona? Norman said. Good. Just what I was thinking. Spain is great this time of year. Ive got this terrific little villa lined up there for you guys with a gorgeous handpainted ceramic tile veranda that overlooks the city. The neighboring buildings are a few hundred years old with magnificent larger-than-life sculptures and columns. Its quiet, full of history, secluded, the food is great, and I hear the villas master bedroom suite is to die for. Good choice, Maisy. Youll love it. Still on the floor, Keller peered up at Maisy, broadcasting a charming little-boy smile. Sounds romantic to me, Maisy. What do you think? Do I have a choice? Maisy threw her hands up in the air. Sure. Why not? She paused for a moment and then it struck her. She gaped at Keller, her heart racing. Oh my God. Oh. My. God! What? Keller and Norman said together. Well, its just that this has all happened so fast and I just now realized that were talking about the two of us actually being husband and wife and spending our honeymoon in Spain. She indulged in a dreamy sigh. I feel just like a princess in a storybookafter the ugly old witch gets her comeuppance and takes off for Russia with the horny Texas toad.

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Beaming a grin, she snaked herself down and sat on the floor next to Keller, giving him a hug. Keller, I dont care where we go or when, as long as were together. So, Norman, she raised her voice so hed be sure to hear, you can just go right ahead and take care of whatever plans you please. Great! It just so happens that Ive already made the reservations for air and hotel, plus a car to use once youre in Barcelona. This is great, isnt it? Norman gushed. You two must be feeling on top of the world right now, right? Appraising their stained, blotchy bodies, Maisy let out a mischievous giggle. Actually, were kind of blue at the moment, Norman. Blue? Blue! Are you insane? How can you possibly be feeling blue? You just got engaged for chrissakes. I didnt say we were feeling blue. Were just blue, Maisy clarified through another impish giggle. Literally, Keller added, squeezing Maisy tight. You two arent making any sense, Norman said with a tsk. Im chalking it up to pre-wedding jitters. Hey Keller, you busy after breakfast? Keller slanted the telephone an apprehensive look. That depends. Why? I was wondering if you wouldnt mind giving me and Rudy a hand. Were moving him into my place tomorrow. Oh thats great, Norman! Maisy said. Rudys a wonderful person, and hes good for you too. You need someone to help keep you on the straight and narrow. What can I say? Norman said with a laugh. The big nave lummox obviously needs someone to take care of him and show him the ropes here in the states, so I figured I may as well volunteer for the job. Id be glad to help, Norman, Keller said. Excellent. Then tomorrow night you and your fiance, Norman obviously relished saying the word, can join us for cocktails. The four of us have lots to celebrate. Rudy and I are going to get started moving his stuff about ten oclock tomorrow morning. How soon can you be here? Keller looked at Maisy and picked up the bottle of chocolate syrup from the nightstand. As soon as I manage to replace chocolate as the number one love of Maisys life. At that rate youll never get here. Norman laughed. Lets not get carried away, Keller. I know Maisy loves you but Im hanging up now, Norman. Ill be there in time, Keller said as he slipped out of his jeans and shirt. He jumped back into the bed and squirted chocolate all over himself, giving extra attention to his cock as it saluted the ceiling. Eyeing Keller with a lusty appraisal, Maisy licked her lips. She had no doubt at all that her future husband would succeed in his mission. But Norman began again.
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Trust me, Keller said as he disconnected the call.

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About the Author

Daisy Dexter Dobbs has a valid reason for lying when shes asked where she gets the ideas for her books. She knows most people wouldnt believe the truth about the madcap mayhem that goes on in her daily life. Case in point: Imagine frantically trying to file your way out of a locked bathroom door with a teeny nail file, dressed in nothing but a too-small towel while you're waiting for a real estate agent and a family with three small kids to arrive for a showing of your house. Okay, now picture the contents of a box of just-delivered sex toys (purely for research purposes, you understand) strewn on the bed just outside that locked bathroom door. Mmm-hmm, it really happened. Happily married to her soulmate, the award winning artist and writer believes in love, happily-ever-afters and the wondrous, magical escapism of reading and writing. Daisy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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