In Starting Over, Victoria met Toby in the antique store she owns in Oak Grove Square. The man is a frustrating mix of coldhearted developer, sweet and charming hunk, and a broken-hearted little boy still mourning his grandparents.
Toby and Victoria have had a disagreement about his latest development project. He’s taken her to his office, to show her his revised plans. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘pretty’. Return to Tuesday Tales here, to read more snippets from the talented Tuesday Tales bunch.
Victoria closed her eyes, savoring the soft touch of his lips on face. She sighed and fought the urge to turn and throw her arms around his neck.
After her candid and honest confession, she wasn’t about to let Toby know how his sweet demeanor wormed its way between the chinks in her armor. Instead, she opened her eyes and stepped back. A quirky grin slid across her face. “You think you’re pretty slick, don’t you? Trying to sweet talk me with all your fancy, revised – and totally appropriate – plans.”
“Is it working?” The twinkle in his eye was like an arrow straight to her heart.
When she didn’t answer, only smiled and simply laid her fingertips on his chest, he moved in close and wrapped his arms around her. “Is that a yes?” he whispered into her neck.
“That you found a way to my heart?” She slid her hand and cupped his chin in her palm. “Oh, my sweet young Toby. Yes, I’ll give you a second chance. But tell that arrogant, short tempered developer he’d better stay in his office…”
His lips silenced her words. As she melted into him, the flames between them fanned into a fierce, raging inferno. The months of their back and forth attraction tempered by their differences merged together into the meeting of their passions. The only thing that existed was their togetherness. Lips and tongues met on common ground while their arms wrapped tightly around each other and held them steady and upright.
When Victoria’s knees threatened to buckle underneath her, Toby clasped his arms tighter, holding her tight as he murmured her name over and over.
“Oh my…” Victoria uttered breathlessly.
Toby traced his fingertip along the edges of her lips. “I want you, love. I want you with every cell in my body…but not here…”
“No, not here.” Those were the words she spoke. But that wasn’t the message her body gave her. The fire in her loins didn’t care where. Her body wanted him now. Anywhere. A slim edge of reason surfaced in her brain and she agreed that the conference table in his office wasn’t the best location for their first time together. Maybe later a furtive office dalliance might add a spark to the flames. But no, if the developer was to stay out of the equation, then the office was not the proper place.
“I should go. Before we go any further.” Her hands ran up and down his back, reluctant to lose their touch of him.
Toby groaned and stepped away. “Then we’d better go. Now. Or I won’t be able to stop.”
The ride back to Serendipity was quiet, although the air between them was thick with promise. Their hands clasped together between them was the only communication they had.
Toby waited while she unlocked her shop and made sure she was safely inside.
“Saturday night?” he asked. “Are you free for dinner?”