Finding Lily
It Takes Two…CEO Dorian Holder and submissive intern Lily Dewitt continue pushing the boundaries of their burgeoning partnership: both in the bedroom and in the officeWhile committed to exploring their sensual connection, Dorian remains remote, while Lily blossoms at his burning touch and endless mind games. While they experience each another intimately, more questions will surface. Should they continue to play?Amidst ghosts of the pasts, secrets of the present, and confronting the ultimate betrayal, can their relationship survive? Lily Dewitt has so many choices, and so little time…
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For my sister
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
Edith Wharton
Table of Contents
Prologue: Weathering the Storm
Chapter 1: Room for Discussion
Chapter 9: Meeting of the Minds
Chapter 10: Coitus Interruptus
Chapter 14: Bane of My Existence
Chapter 16: Nobody Puts Lily in the Corner
Interlude: The Courtesy of Strangers
Chapter 17: An Officer and a Gentleman
Chapter 18: Like Water for Chocolate
Chapter 22: Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spyder
Chapter 23: One Ring to Find Them
Chapter 26: Jack of All Trades, Master of None
Chapter 27: Same Old Song and Dance, My Friend
Ow! My head smacks hard against the cold window, jarring me back to the present. The one in which our plane is wobbling? Yes, that present. My eyes, which are rarest glasz, according to my once-upon-a-not-boyfriend, pop open and I take it all in. The sky is grey, and Virgin Airlines flight 169 is no longer just a big bird soaring above the clouds. We are in the thick of something dreadful. It so makes sense that, when I finally almost escape from Dorian Holder’s enormous, far-reaching grasp, my plane’s going to crash.
Yikes.
Hey, what happened to Mr and Mrs Green, the lovey-dovey newlyweds who were annoying me so much with their joy and fondling when I first boarded? I would appreciate any company right now. They must’ve gotten bumped up to first class while I was busy ruminating. How’d I miss that? Hope their complimentary champagne just spilled all over their laps on this last lurch. Holy hell.
‘Ladies and gentlemen.’ The pilot’s voice is supposed to reassure us, I know, but there’s enough of a quaver in his tone to make me even more concerned, especially now that the plane has started to quake in earnest.
Also, the intercom is crackling more than it ought to be.
Like I know, though. This is, after all, my first flight.
Why am I so calm, then? Obviously, if we’re going down, I’m not going to heaven. Which would make Dorian right, as usual.
You can’t get away, Lily.
Also, I wasn’t paying close attention when those two bookend attendants went over the emergency procedures. Would they go through them again? Please say yes. That interpretive dance with the entrances, exits, et al? What if I couldn’t figure out how to put on my oxygen mask, or if I got the only flotation device that wouldn’t expand?
Que sera, sera.
Perhaps ‘disappearing’ would be a relief, a blessing in disguise. Everything comes to an end.
Oh, well. It was a good run. Things got interesting in my final month of life. That’s what they’ll say at my eulogy. She was generally a mousy little thing, never known to rock the boat. But things got interesting in Lily Dewitt’s final month of life …
Our plane bucks in agreement with my grim fantasies. Rather than screams and panic, there is a stillness among us humble passengers as we await our collective fate.
You don’t fuck with the gods, and you sure as hell don’t distract the Virgin 169 flight staff when they’re trying to keep you mellow.
