Unfinished Business (Erotic Reunion) - a SEXY romance short

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Lucia Jordan

Diane
heard the knock on her door, and was surprised. No one really knew she was back
in town – or did they? She’d driven in two days ago and hadn’t bothered
to go beyond the front porch, holing up in the lonely, tree-shaded house. So
who could it be?

Sighing
deeply, she walked up to the door, peeked through the peephole, and
caught
her breath.

The
last person she’d ever expected to see was standing on her doorstep.

He was
holding flowers, and a bottle of wine. Diane felt her mind whirl as she
wondered what next to do. Act like she wasn’t home? Or open up and face him
bravely and with a smile?

Before
she could decide, he was already turning to leave. And then even as she hated
herself for her weakness, Diane found herself quickly opening the door and
calling out, “Brent.”

The
broad-shouldered man turned around swiftly at the sound of her voice, and faced
the petite woman standing in the open doorway. A sudden grin broke across his handsome
face, and once again, Diane felt her breath seize in her throat. Five years and
he looked even hotter than ever. How was that even possible?

“Diane,”
he said, his voice deep with pleasure as he came forward. “I wasn’t so sure you
were home. Welcome back.”

He
handed her the flowers, lovely white orchids – her favorite. Then he
handed her the wine, also a favorite of hers. He remembered everything. What
else had he remembered?

She
looked at him quizzically, stealing a glance over his tall, muscular frame. He
was dressed in snug jeans, and light denim shirt rolled up to reveal his
muscled, tanned arms lightly dusted with hairs.

“Thank
you, Brent,” she said, not sure what else to add. He too, was viewing her with
interest. She wondered if he thought she’d changed much. She was still as slim
as she was when she was twenty, and now, at twenty-five, she felt she was
coming into her own in terms of looks. Her breasts were a sizeable C-Cup, and
firm beneath the sleeveless top she wore. In the cut-off shorts she had on, her
slim legs seemed endless, though she was barely above five feet. Next to the
towering Brent, she knew she appeared even smaller.

“How
did you know I was back anyway?” she asked with a nervous laugh.

“I’m
sheriff, Diane. Hardly anything misses my attention.”

“Oh.”
Sheriff, huh? Why wasn’t she surprised? Brent’s uncle, Jerome Harper, who’d
raised Brett and his sisters, had been sheriff of the town when they’d been
younger. Looked like he’d groomed his nephew to step right into his shoes,
Diane thought.

“I’m
impressed,” she said with a smile. “Would you um…like to come in?” She was so
sure he’d say no. That he’d only come to say hello and rush back to work or
home or whatever. But instead, he shrugged and told her he’d be happy to.

Sighing
inaudibly, she let him in, shutting the door behind him and then leading him
into the small, neatly kept living room. The house had belonged to her parents;
she’d lived her most of her life till she’d gone to college in faraway New
York. When her parents had died within months of each other last year, Diane
had managed to make it to the small town for the funeral. But she’d stayed in a
hotel and hadn’t lingered, but went back to the city where she worked once the
whole thing was over.

So
she’d never really had the chance to see many of the old faces the last time
she was here. She’d certainly didn’t catch a glimpse of Brent. And yet, she had
wondered about him then, and for long after that, she wondered if she should
have at least tried to stay on after the funeral, even if for a day or two to
meet up with old friends.

Well,
looked like she was getting the chance now. Though she wasn’t prepared for it,
she decided to face the situation with brave calm.

“It’s
good to see you, Diane. You look great,” Brent said, turning in the living room
to finally face her. She looked up at him, smiling stiltedly and trying not to
squirm beneath his piercing grey eyes. She’d almost forgotten how stirring his
looks were. His dark brown hair, his square-cut face. He was quite the hottie
now, though she knew he probably wasn’t aware of his own charm. Back then he
was broody Brent, who hardly liked to socialize and wasn’t so into girls
– even though they were wildly into him. The only girl he’d ever really
had eyes for, Diane recalled – was
her
.

But
she’d broken his heart, hadn’t she?

*

It was
so long ago. She’d been so young, the belle of the small town. Brent had
“crushed” on her since high school, but they’d only ever really been just
friends. She’d been more focused on winning the attentions of Nathan Hill,
whose father was the immensely rich Royce Hill.

Diane
knew of all people what a shallow nineteen year old she was, and how she’d been
drawn by Nathan’s gorgeous blond looks and rich background. Nathan had finally
asked her to be his girlfriend, and for a few months she was over the moon. And
then they had a big fight – Diane had gotten jealous over his interest in
a certain newcomer to the town named Pamela or something.

Nathan
had called the whole thing off, and Diane had been so furious, she’d fallen
straight into Brent’s arms. He was three years older, and smitten with her.
He’d never guessed her new interest in him was due to the fact that she just
wanted to make Nathan jealous. Once Nathan found out about her and Brent, Diane
was so sure he’d come crawling back…

What
Diane had never bargained for, was getting to feel passion within Brent’s
embrace. In the few weeks she’d been with him, she had shared kisses and
caresses that had stirred her more than any Nathan had ever given her. She’d
been confused and surprised. She wanted to be Nathan’s but was attracted to
Brent. It put her in a quandary when Nathan
did
come begging to get her back.

Diane
had hated to hurt Brent, but she’d had to do it. She broke up with him and went
back to Nathan.

*

She’d
been so sure she was doing Brent a favor by walking away. In her heart, she
told herself they were too different.

She
wanted to see the world outside Hollows, their little town. She loved high
society, longed to experience the kind of exposure that only Nathan, who
travelled around the world, could provide. Brent was a loner, preferring the
company of only his family and a few close friends. He had loved her though,
Diane knew. In his own way, his feelings had been real. But they hadn’t mattered,
not to her.

She
finally left Hollows as Nathan’s fiancé, and they got enrolled to the same
university. But in six months, the fairytale was over and Nathan moved on to
some oil magnate’s heiress.

Since
then Diane had grown, matured, and learned. She finished college, and found a
job working as an assistant in a prestigious publishing house. Before long, she
started to write her own books. Once she got the first title published, there
was no going back. Her work became an instant hit in its genre and she soon won
fame.

Not
that her face graced the covers of magazines or anything, but many people knew
the name and work of Diane Wilson. She made good money, moved up in the world.
She had come into her own.

The
only thing was…since earlier that year things seemed to take a downturn. Diane
was way behind schedule on her latest manuscript and her agent was chomping at
the bit. Weeks and weeks went by and Diane realized she wasn’t going to get the
book finished, not in the frame of mind she was in.

She was
burned out, scraping rock bottom. Her love life was a shambles thanks to a few
miscalculated sojourns into the wrong involvements. Yep, she never was a great
judge of men, or relationships.
 
Always picking the ones most likely to
not
work out.

Her
friends were great, trying to cheer her up, planning little trips and parties
to jolt her back into the things she loved. But Diane had to start wondering:
did she really love those things? The nightlife, the endless flow of booze, the
tumbling into bed with that new charmer whose name slipped her
mind
the next day?

She
knew it was just a matter of time before she hit that downward spiral. She
wanted out, even for a little while.
Time away from the city
lights, the perfect settings, the shiny, plastic people.

There
was nothing wrong with
them
, Diane
told herself, as she took the flight out the following week. It was
her
. She wasn’t sure what she was missing or what she was
looking for, but she felt drawn to her native Hollows. She remembered how
peaceful the place was, how uncontrived and safe. Maybe a few days or even a
week from the grind of the city would give her perspective.

Also,
she needed to try and finish that flipping book.

It was
her most ambitious yet; not her usual fare yet something she’d always felt comfortable
with in her heart. She was bringing out her inner depth in this new work and
she wished she could do it right – and quickly. The last thing she needed
was to rock the boat with her very considerate, very
well-paying
publishers. She’d already been paid most of the advance which was no chicken
change, so it wasn’t a wonder the big guys were getting impatient.

Diane
had been looking for some peace and quiet – total solitude. So she hadn’t
announced her arrival and certainly hadn’t expected anyone coming to her door
bearing gifts. Least of all Brent, the one person she’d always felt guilty
about hurting during those days of her shallow youth.

*

“It was
truly kind of you to bring me these, Brent,” she said now, with an awkward
smile as she raised the gifts of flowers and wine. “But you really shouldn’t
have bothered to come here.”

He
shoved his hands into his pockets and didn’t speak for a moment. Then he looked
at her with a calm, steady gaze. “Why did you come back, Diane? That’s what I
really wanted to find out.”

She let
out a deep breath, depositing the items on the nearby side table and then
turning to him. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Our friendship never
extended to that point that you could ever boss me around.”

“Our
friendship?” he scoffed, looking away with a shake of his head, before facing
her again. “I guess that’s what it ever really was, wasn’t it? I was just
Brent, Nathan’s stand-in. And even though we supposedly dated for more than two
months, I never actually got past the necking stage, did I?”