Change your destiny
As the third child in the Carter family, I always felt a little on the outside of the Carter charm. I worked hard and played harder, but I was getting tired of the same old scene. I was more than Jess Carter’s little sister, I wanted to be me. Pam Carter.
It was time for a change and I wanted to be set free.
I knew it needed to happen. After years of one night stands and too brief sexual encounters, an accident brought Fate to me. To resist his charm was my penance for years of misbehavior. The temptation to give in to my desire haunted me for almost two years until an uncontrollable situation started the twisted path to test my resolve further.
What would it take to claim my independence and be a new, improved woman?
I worked for Jacob Vincent, horror novelist extraordinaire, as his personal assistant, but I was adamant that the relationship remain professional. Jacob had dark demons and I couldn’t bring him into the light…or could I? Life was springing forth for me; changes were coming. I knew it was time to be set free from who I had been and who I was to start fresh with who I wanted to be. I just didn’t know where to start to change my destiny.
Fragrance Free – (c) L.B. Dunbar
I sensed light behind my eyelids and I cautiously opened them to see Jacob Vincent sitting next to me. I was vaguely aware that I was on my side and he was rather close considering I should have been on the couch. It occurred to me slowly that I was not on the hard leather couch, but rather a soft, comfortable area that had more space than a couch. I was in a bed. Jacob’s bed.
I tried to push myself up, but my arms were shaking and my elbow gave way. I face planted into the soft pillow, inhaling deeply the fresh scent of newly washed sheets. My head was pounding and I wasn’t sure I could lift it again.
Please tell me, I’m dreaming, I told myself.
“That’s some hangover you’re nursing there,” a low, raspy voice said next to me.
Oh God, kill me now. Please, I moaned.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not hung-over,” I growled unintentionally.
“I know. I’m just teasing.”
I collapsed back onto my side. My eyes opened wide, but the bright light hurting my head forced me to close them again.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. My voice was unrecognizable to me.
“Well, this is my house. And I do still own it. Occasionally live here,” the voice teased.
I knew he was smiling.
“I mean, what are you doing here now? You weren’t due until tomorrow.”
“I came back early. Although, technically, it is tomorrow.”
I tried to sit up again. What? I screamed inwardly. I had to get to Persephone’s Garden today.
“Relax. I think you’re all set today. You aren’t going anywhere.”
I didn’t question him further on this subject.
“Why am I in your bed? How did I get here?”
Please don’t tell me I walked up here in my dazed frame of mind, I pleaded.
“I might be a bit offended at the way you phrased that question or the tone you used, but considering how sick you are, I’ll let it go. I carried you up here and…”
“What?” I moaned. Oh God, really, I’m not joking, kill me. Now.
I thought briefly of my body. I was short at only five-two, but curvy. I had large breasts by anyone’s standards for a smaller woman and rounded hips. I was solid from working out, but I was not thin by most standards, at least not my own. While my sister, Tricia, who was three years younger, was tall and lean, I considered myself short and stocky. As a matter of fact, when it was a popular fashion to label jeans long and lean, I would always demand the short and stocky selection. Most sales people didn’t appreciate my humor. Additionally, I had been the one Carter cursed with my mother’s genes. Tom, Jess and Tricia were all tall and lanky while I took after our mother who was more full figured at her mature age. I groaned again to think that Jacob picked me up.
“Here. I think you need to take these.” He handed me two tablets and a glass of water that he grabbed off the nightstand next to his side of the bed. I sat up slightly and took the pills, swallowing the cool water as he held the glass to my lips. I closed my eyes as I drank. I couldn’t look at him.
“Thank you,” I purred again, as I shakily balanced on my arms.
“Because you’re sick. And your mom says you need rest.”
“You called my mother?” I was further mortified.