Him
She was entranced by his power, his prowess and his desire for her…In this modern addition to the tradition of “Emmanuel” and “The Story of O”, a ordinary woman embarks on a voyage of sensual discovery with an enigmatic and more experienced man.She’d met him at a chance encounter in an upscale bar in downtown Los Angeles. And then she’d did what many women do: she took a short cut to love. Before long she is lost in a haze of passion and desire and longing. Rarely are their trysts planned, but this much she knew: he owned her life. She had long given up her rights to it. And with his possession of her life, she had lost her self.“Him” is an erotic novel about a beautiful but insular young community college instructor who begins an erotic adventure with a man who is beyond her reach. Being with a man like him is exhilarating, exhausting and excruciating. And there’s no easy exit strategy.
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HIM
Cecilia Scott
Table of Contents
Chapter 1. The night I met Him …
Chapter 2. He comes over unexpectedly …
Chapter 4. Rushing home to Him …
Chapter 5. Best friends and abandoned cats …
Chapter 6. I can’t find Him, redux.
Chapter 7. Waiting to see Him …
Chapter 8. He’s going to Paris. Paris?
Chapter 9. A glorious weekend with Him …
Chapter 11. Without Him, my life unravels …
Chapter 13. The Boy, oh, The Boy …
Chapter 15. The Boy and I live in a fantasy world …
Chapter 16. A trip to the mountains with The Boy. The Boy …
Chapter 17. And then it was Him again, Him …
Chapter 18. Letting go of The Boy, the beautiful, beautiful BOY …
Chapter 19. Sam attempts to intervene by reading me the riot act …
Chapter 20. Him, Him, Oh, My God, Him
Chapter 21. Another intervention …
Chapter 22. I love Him. I love Him. I just do …
Chapter 23. Him, up close and personal …
Chapter 24. The promises I so wanted to hear …
Chapter 25. A trip with Him, destination unknown …
Chapter 26. What happens in Vegas …
Chapter 28. Christmas without Him
And I do lift my aching arms to you,
And I do lift my anguished, avid breast
And I do weep for very pain of you,
And fling myself at the doors of sleep, for rest,
D. H. Lawrence, ‘A Love Song’
This is what I know: I took a short cut to the real thing. I slept with a man I’d known for less than an hour. It wouldn’t have been the first time nor the last. Before you make a value judgment, it’s just who I am. It’s not an everyday thing. Hell, months can go by, but I have gone down the road of indiscriminate sex before. Who hasn’t, really? It’s part of the rite of passage of being a young woman. I’d had the requisite long-term relationship before. But no one had come even close to being LTR material since then until HIM. HIM.
So how did I meet HIM? I remember perfectly. I’d gone to a reading of my sophomore Community College students’ work at the Downtown Library. It was a big deal for them and we’d all dressed up for the occasion. I was wearing a flowery vintage lacy dress that showed off all my curves. I’m ordinarily a jeans and T-shirt kind of gal, but the occasion gave me an excuse to wear something pretty. It made me feel alive and sexy.
I was sitting next to THE BOY during the reading. Our shoulders were touching. I’d always had a thing for him since the day he walked into my class when he was a freshman. He’d been taking my classes every semester and acted like he had the hots for me. During the readings, I tried to listen to the students read but mainly I was thinking about how nice it would be to have sex with THE BOY. He was on the swim team. He was dark and sleek and had a swimmer’s body.
After the reading, my students asked me to go with them to some diner down the street but I begged off. I’d been a community college instructor for too long. Hanging out with the students had lost much of its charm.
I bid them adieu. There was a new high-rise hotel across the street from the library. The building was beautiful, with strips of neon against a tall glass exterior. It looked like a hotel you’d find in Manhattan. I decided to check out the bar. A drink sounded good. With any luck, there’d be a handsome man wanting to pay attention to me. It had been a while since I’d been with a man. To be perfectly honest, THE BOY had gotten me all hot and bothered but it would be better to find a more appropriate suitor.
The bar was very sleek. It was all glass and black furnishing and recessed lighting. And there he was. HIM. He nodded as he beckoned for me to come over to HIM. He ordered us martinis. It sounded good.
We began talking. I looked at HIM. He was tall and muscular with ever so slanted eyes. He was handsome in a take-charge kind of way.
He was not wearing a wedding ring.
I looked into his eyes and knew I would sleep with HIM that evening.
As he talked to me we were both getting more and more turned on. I looked sexy – all soft curves with straight brown hair and large luminous brown eyes. I knew I’d sleep with HIM soon.
Looking at HIM I knew he was already making love to me in his mind. Both of us were holding our breath in sexual anticipation. It was only a matter of time.
So what was a nice woman like myself doing having sex with a stranger? I wasn’t really desperate. Not really. I had a good job as an instructor at a junior college teaching English Lit and Creative Writing classes. Some of the students held promise. It wasn’t a bad job. I taught four classes, three in the morning and one in the early afternoon, and didn’t have classes on Fridays.
I lived in a duplex on a half-acre of land. It was a cosy place with a fireplace and a pretty backyard with fruit trees. I grew a small vegetable garden during the summer months.
