Everything I Never Should Have Wanted

control over money, rich

thing in most people’s eyes? That’s why she lived by the book and did things in order. She got her Master’s Degree in bus

ht. For some people, an average temperature of 53 degrees was fair, maybe even pleasant, but that wasn’t the case f

ockets and cursed the wind. The wind made everything worse. People only liked the wi

d big, fat weddings. That was the last thing she wanted. She wanted a

ood-girl who went to school and ‘waited until after college to get engaged’

aid well. She had benefits. All that good stuff. And she was good at it. But it was boring. She went to an office every day and talked on the pho

ime and energy into making the place more appealing. Basically, everyone could relate to th

go. She’d gone to schmooze some corporate men that wanted to invest in the Greene Consulting Group.

alked down to you and commented on your appearance and your age when you were a woma

etly have the upper hand in those cases. Well, it wasn’t necessarily secretly, but it was usually quiet enough to hear the gears in their little bra

y her main ple

ly pleased her. Instead, she saw them as a checklist for success. How else was she s

successful lady with her whole life ahead of her, but when she looked in the mirr

late-dipped cher

d, she spotted something very pleasing to her eye. He stopped her at the door that she r

omplimented his medium-length curly dark hair. In the sunset, his hair was like black tourmaline, and his eyes… they were to

aight at her, and when their eyes met after she’d done a slightly shameful thorough exp

er kind person had long abandoned. Even his voice

roat and said, “Uh,

ut turn around as she passed by him. He grinned down at her confidently, squinting his ey

e tall, dark mystery man and walked quickly to the elevator and waited. Instead of watching the red numbers change like she usually did, s

he entered it and went up to the third floor where her yoga class took place.

hen you have to do all of these things to keep them interested in you, but Adriene seemed different. She was ve

who had worn Leena down enough to open up, Leena was pretty sure she was more at

eena had yet to entertain, let alone express, any thoughts about leaving hi

she was tired of vanilla. She wanted that chocolate-dipped cherry, that dark rich maple syrup. Not t

old her hand in the car, but she imagined this guy would be the type to slide his hand to her inner thigh. Brian was the type to touch her gently on the shoulder and kiss her on the cheek, but this guy was probably the kind that woul

d where she was with dark maple, ‘you can only get this commercially’