Impulse: Book
Two
IT’S JUST
THE BEGINNING
By Mezzo
“This
is Book Two in my series called Impulse.
If you haven’t read Book
One: AFTER ALL IS SAID, you might want to start
there.”
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INSTALLMENT
ONE)
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INSTALLMENT SIX
Tori woke from the
most restful sleep she had had in years. Looking down, she held in her arms the most
precious person in the world to her. Brett
nestled tightly against her with the most angelic look on her face. Tori laughed to herself remembering the night they shared. “Well maybe not so angelic. But certainly blissful. I do so love you Brett.” She
snuggled even closer lost in the warmth that was shared between them. She was interrupted
from her quiet indulgence by a soft knock on the door.
Looking over at the clock on her nightstand, a smile came to her face. Slowly, she slid her body out from under Brett
trying not to wake her. Truth told, Brett was
a very heavy sleeper and wouldn’t wake up for awhile. At least that’s what Tori had remembered. To
Tori’s surprise, a little whimper came from her sleeping angel.
“Shh…It’s okay
honey…I’m just going to the bathroom…It’s still very early.” Tori bent down and laid
a sweet kiss on Brett’s check. She
lingered there for a moment to enjoy the sweet aroma that was all Brett.
Without any
further protest, Brett slid further over to Tori’s side of the bed trying to capture
any body heat that Tori had left behind.
Tori’s
smile not only covered her face but filled her eyes as well.
Seeing Brett in her bed made her feel like she had finally done something right. All the lonely nights spent trying to forget her
need for Brett had all been chased away. The
only cure for what ailed her was truly going to the source of all she desired and loved. Time sometimes had a way of painting things better
in the imagination than they were in reality. In
this case, time had actually dulled the true perfection of what she shared with Brett. What they shared now was even better than anything Tori had remembered. Last night she vowed that never again would a
moment pass that was not shared with her life, her love, and her soul; Brett.
Walking over
to her closet, she grabbed a long crème satin negligee.
Tying it tightly around her sleek body, she went to the bathroom. After brushing
her teeth and splashing some cold water on her face, she smiled at her reflection. “So
this is what happiness looks like. It looks
good on you Tori girl… It definitely looks good on
you.” Gone were the dark circles and
faint worry lines around her eyes. “You
know if I could bottle this, I could make a fortune. But
I’m not about to share my Brett with anyone.” Smiling like a love struck
teenager, she went to open the door of her bedroom. Standing
at the door was a very patient and jovial Maggie.
Tori brought her
finger to her mouth to motion Maggie to be quiet. Closing
the door to the bedroom, she quietly led Maggie down the hall a ways so Brett
wouldn’t hear them.
When they
finally stopped, Maggie quickly turned around and captured
“Well Tori I truly
don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of you than this moment. I’ve watched
you running around absolutely clueless for so long that I was beginning to think it was a
permanent condition.” Maggie stepped back
and gave Tori a very satisfied smile.
“Well
gee… Mags… thanks for that …I think.” Tori
was a little embarrassed. Yet, she was so happy that she didn’t care if the
whole world knew it.
“
You’re very
contented this morning, aren’t you? I
have always known that you and my sweet pea Brett had a special bond. Your mother would be very proud. She always adored Brett. She thought Brett was such a special little girl
and would make someone very happy someday. ‘A heart of an angel and the face of a cherub. One day she’ll capture someone’s heart
and they’ll feel very special indeed.’ Dominique would always say. I wonder if she knew that person would be you, Tori. I know wherever she is, she’s
watching and smiling down on you.”
Tears filled
Maggie gave Tori another hug. “I know dear.
I know. Well you little romantic,
Monsieur Chartraneau is waiting for you, as well as a few
deliveries downstairs. I don’t know how
you were able to arrange all of this. But I
guess that’s why you’re the future CEO of Hull Enterprises. Huh?” With a wink, they made their way to the kitchen.
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Brett awoke
to a barrage of scents that beckoned her out of her peaceful sleep. Still not fully conscious she felt a soft coolness rub across her cheek. The
scent was definitely familiar. “Hmm… roses. Definitely roses.” A smile was slowly forming as green eyes fluttered
open. The face that lay before her was one she
could spend a lifetime waking up to. They had
had an emotion-filled night but after all was said and done; they came out of it even
stronger.
Tori had a peach
and white variegated long stem rose in her hand. She
was running the delicate flower across equally delicate and fragrant skin. Lowering her
head, she captured soft inviting lips. They lost themselves in a moment that could possess
them forever. The kiss finally came to an end
when the fire ignited was about to burn out of control.
Not wanting to be distracted from her course, Tori
reluctantly broke away.
“Good
morning my love…Did you sleep well?” Tori inquired. Kissing
the rose bud, she offered the blossom to Brett.
“Mmm…yeah.” Brett replied
stretching out like a cat. “I don’t think I’ve slept this happily or
soundly in years.” Brett accepted the bud
and brought it to her nose. Enjoying the
fragrance and amazed at the beauty of this perfectly shaped flower. “Oh Tori, this is
wonderful. I have never seen a more perfect rose. I’m
positive I’ve never seen this variety before.”
Her heart warmed with the token of affection that Tori
offered her.
“Well
there’s more where that came from, sweetie.”
Tori made a show of the room and watched as
Brett’s eyes widened in amazement. In
front of her were dozens and dozens of roses. Every
shade and variety lay before her. Tears
threatened again. Brett sat up, turned and threw herself on top of Tori. She showered Tori with
an endless bombardment of kisses.
“Oh
baby… Thank you … Thank you. Thank
you Honey… No one has ever done anything like this for me before.” Brett kissed Tori
again. This time exploring
her mouth with a slow wanton need.
Knowing that
this was soon going to reach a point of no return, Tori
reached deep inside to gain some control.
“Love,
I really want to lose myself in you. But
I’ve got another surprise and I’m afraid it won’t keep.” Tori sat up bringing Brett with her.
Propping up the large pillows against the headboard, she motioned Brett to take her
place amongst the billowy comfort she created. Leaving
Brett on the bed, she went to the balcony outside the bedroom and rolled in a sumptuous
feast that was straight out of a culinary magazine.
Tori made a show
of playing the perfect maitre d’. With a
linen cloth thrown over her left forearm and an inviting smile, she proceeded.
“Mademoiselle…..this
morning I have arranged for you, a meal that is suitable for the perfection that you
are.” She gave Brett a wink and watched
as Brett eyes sparkled with excitement.
“First
of all, I had the roses flown in for you from the Dutch Netherlands. So fresh are they, that the dew of the morning
still lay on their petals.
Secondly, I had wild berries and tree ripened oranges delivered to our door from
the
“ Of course, none
of this would be complete without the renowned Chef Louis Chartraneau.
He has graciously prepared for you, a mouth-watering feast. Croissants so light and flaky
you would swear they melted upon contact with your palate. Crepes so
thin, yet exploding with flavor. Believe
me when I say, you have never tasted the likes of it.”
Tori pointed to a covered dish. She lifted the cover to
reveal the crepes she described. “Inside the crepes is a mouth watering wild berry
compote that is a perfect balance between tart and sweet.” Replacing the cover, she went to the other side of
the cart and presented another dish.
“From a
farm in
Continuing
on she returned to her presentation. “In
this pitcher, you’ll find fresh squeezed orange juice with just the right amount of
pulp. Once you have sipped of the juice from these gold rimmed flute glasses from
Reaching
under the table, Tori pulled out a breakfast tray. Going towards the bed, she unfolded a linen napkin
and deftly laid it on Brett’s lap. Unfolding the breakfast tray, Tori
placed it in front of Brett. When she was
finished, she stopped to steal another kiss. Tori’s heart spilled over with joy. The happiness she saw reflected on Brett’s
face and eyes was worth every bit of the effort. Tori pledged to make a lifetime of such efforts to fill her and
Brett’s days. “Oh what a life it
is going to be.” Tori thought as she arranged a plate for her and Brett to share and
filled a flute glass with juice. She turned on the CD player and turned on Haydn’s
“Water Music.” Taking her place beside Brett, they spent the next few hours
savoring every morsel. Finding new and
inventive ways to enjoy Hollandaise sauce, wild berry compote and freshly squeezed orange
juice. They were sure it would take days to
extract the scent of oranges from their skin maybe even weeks. But what a lovely glow they would have in the mean
time.
TO BE CONTINUED. Installment Seven
Impulse: Book Two
IT’S JUST THE BEGINNING
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