He's too good to be true, but taboo usually is.
When Oryana’s world imploded, she never thought she would smile again, but befriending Flora made her days okay, and seeing Flora's brother Devon, filled her nights with illicit dreams.
She promised Devon would always be off-limits, but when he dangles himself before her, Oryana cannot deny her lustful desires.
Just one night... What could it hurt?
Oryana is about to discover that some vows are not meant to be broken, but shattering them completely can be most satisfying indeed.
Rule Breakers #1 My Best Friend’s Brother
Excerpt 1 – © Pebbles Lacasse 2024
I’m in charge of a chain of six grocery/department stores in and around the Toronto area. Corporate prefers me to work from the main office in Mississauga, but I find it too stuffy and impersonal. Besides, I had to dress in business attire every day, and that rarely makes for a comfortable workday. My preference is to wear dress pants or nice jeans and a silky blouse with a casual cardigan when needed.
High heels aren’t my idea of comfort, but they’re sometimes deemed necessary. I’m only 5’2”, and my female presence doesn’t intimidate enough for some of the male egos who deem me more of a nuisance than a district manager. Maybe high heels boost my confidence enough that I feel tougher and insist they mind me. Or it’s all in my imagination and they don’t respect me—they simply want to get in my pants. Earning respect isn’t easy when I’m dwarfed by tall, thick men swinging their dicks around as if that earns them privilege.
“Skip the meeting. Come to the shop,” Flora says, but it’s the toilet flush in the background that has my tired eyes rolling. “I’ll make you a special donut just how you like it.”
“Were you pooping when you called me?”
My feet press to the chilly hardwood floor, causing me to shiver and sift through my sheets in search of the sweater I wore last night.
She laughs. “Yeah. Sorry. I was prairie-dogging it.”
“You’re so gross.”
She laughs harder. “So, are you coming to the shop?”
The bathroom ignites with LED brightness and my squinted eyes don’t ease the painful glare from the pale blue-painted walls. The reflection of my puffy eyes and a cheek indented from a pillowcase wrinkle are causes for another groan.
My tired voice matches my appearance. “If the meeting goes well, I’ll go. But I can’t make any promises.”
“All right. If you show up, you show up. Please come to the club.” Flora pauses before she adds, “I have to let you go. Text me if you’re coming… Or if you’re not… Whatever. No pressure! Okay, so maybe a little pressure.”
Exasperated, my voice rises. “Um, yeah! Vice-like pressure.”
Flora snickers before she says, “Bye, bitch. See you later!”
“See you—maybe.”
I laugh, hang up, and set the phone on the sink’s edge. One more disappointed look into the mirror proves the indents likely won’t puff out for at least an hour.
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