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PP-026,, PURPLE PROSAIC, JANUARY 2010
Dan doesn't appreciate Alex any longer, and Alex just does not appreciate Dan's infidelity. When cunning and creativity combine in a woman scorned, revenge turns criminally delicious. Who's really the guilty party in this twisted tale of torment?
This story was first released by Phaze Books as part of its Fury line of HeatSheets.
[EROTICA, CONTEMPORARY, REVENGE, BDSM-ISH, SERIOUSLY TWISTED, ROCKY HORROR]
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Alex bounced down the stairs and into the kitchen just in time to
see the final seconds tick off the oven's timer. Hair and make-up
were complete, but she still wore her favorite satin bathrobe.
She'd get dressed as soon as the dessert was ready rather than
risk a spill on her new outfit. Whistling, she donned the oven
mitts and extracted the Bundt pan, carefully lowering it into a
shallow bowl of cold water. It hissed momentarily as the change in
temperature halted the baking process, and Alex jerked her head to
the side to avoid the rising steam.
"It's astounding. Time is fleeting," she sang, marveling at how quickly she'd adapted to domestic bliss. With a nice split-foyer on a cul-de-sac in the 'burbs, her life had taken the June Cleaver fork in the road. To a certain extent, anyway. Alex was fairly certain that June didn't get freaky with Ward at every opportunity. When Ward helped with the dishes, it didn't result in oral sex on the butcher block kitchen island.
Dan would be home in about an hour, and she still had much to do. Determined to make their first anniversary celebration extra special, Alex threw herself into the preparations. She couldn't wait to surprise him.
He pulled into the driveway just as she again descended the stairs, dressed to the nines and ready for the evening ahead. Using the cake knife as a mirror, she checked her lipstick before leaning against the counter and striking a nonchalant pose.
His eyes never left her as he approached. When he got within arm's length, he swallowed hard. Alex could see the pulse in his neck. She could hear his breath as it whistled past his parted lips, and she lifted her arm to lay a hand against his cheek.
He grabbed her wrist before she could touch his face and pulled her body against his, growling into her neck. "You look good enough to eat, 'Lex!"