Unsuitable Obsession - Part One Read online

  You wouldn’t have known by the rain coming down in sheets that it still had been summer. It was hot in the house, too hot. Adrian’s room was in the front of the dwelling and faced the street as Amber walked over to the windowsill to make sure the screen was still open to let in some fresh air. While continuing to gaze out at the falling rain, Amber ran her hand underneath her pajama top to rub her own nipple that began to protrude. It was an aching feeling she felt inside, one she felt that was missing; to feel desirable, consumed with longing. Sleeping with several boys before getting married, she searched for conclusion, that impatient craving waiting to be returned…until she met her husband.

  Victor was a pleasant lover but Amber was never completely satisfied. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it after making love with him, a touch of emptiness, a pinch of disappointment, a mood gone astray. Amber was the one who always initiated sex with her husband; she controlled their lovemaking, why hadn’t he ever taken charge? Why was Victor so passive all the time? Why didn’t he ever take control? Amber was invariably burdened with bringing herself to climax, creating several different positions for them to try. Why was she the one who always thought of such intimacy? She didn’t want to admit it, not realizing the mistake of getting married too soon, but Amber still sought passion. Wherever and whenever, it was an emotion she never really captured.

  The rain was relentless now and the street was beginning to flood; you could barely see the glow of the street lamps in the distance, outside it was so gray, so foggy, but yet...Good Lord, could it be? Amber narrowed her eyes once more; maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. No, could it be? Was that her brother-in-law’s car? Was it really Eduardo’s Porsche? Amber stood back from the window for the moment—impossible. She peeked back behind the curtains; it was the same shape, even the same color as his. Why would it be Eduardo? Why would he be here?

  The mixed emotions she felt stirred her senses. Why was he here? What does he want? Her mouth became very dry, the thought of him being outside in the middle of the night brought upon curiosity and wonder about him. She felt heat between her legs now. Did he see her touching her breasts a moment ago? Good Lord! If he had, she would never be able to look him in the eye again. But why was the thought of him watching her suddenly burning her with such gratifying pleasure? Because he’s the devil incarnate, that’s why! Every time Amber was next to him she became intoxicated with wantonness. It must be hard for him really, to grow up knowing he exuded so much sexuality, Amber wouldn’t know what to do with so much attention...or would she? That little modest realization made her giggle as she peeked through the curtains again, the Porsche was still there. Maybe it was one of her neighbors’ friends or something. She’d make a mental note to ask in the morning.

  Amber’s eyes grew wide when she spotted the driver exiting the vehicle and scurry into the pouring rain. The man was striding towards her front yard? Amber then realized it was Eduardo, she’d recognize him anywhere. She leaned back and away from the window, she didn’t want him noticing that she’d been watching his approach. She waited for a knock on the door, there wasn’t one? What the hell was he doing here!

  Amber sprinted towards the front door and waited on the other side. Her heart pounded stubbornly—he hadn’t knocked yet? Good Lord what was he doing? Amber gazed through the peephole, Eduardo was kneeling down placing something on her front porch and was about to scamper back into the rain when Amber flicked on the porch light and unlocked the door flinging it open.

  Eduardo was unprepared—kicked in the teeth was more like it. Amber filling his brother’s doorway unequivocally captured his very breath. Her long dark hair went wild and draped off the sides of her shoulders; her pink camisole barely covered two impeccable curvy breasts. Raised nipples visibly inviting, her exposed toes dangled in front of him stimulating his reason. Having been spellbound by her scandalous arrival, he cleared his throat and turned away for a second to regain his composure.

  “Eduardo?” Amber asked astonished he was there, in her doorway, in spite of being drenched, inescapably handsome.

  “God Amber, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he let go, brushing dripping hair away from his eyes.

  Amber watched Eduardo continue to stand his distance in the persistent drizzle. “Good Lord Eduardo, get out of the rain before you get sick,” she said, motioning for him to come in closer, away from the rigid downpour and under the porch awning.

  Eduardo slowly approached and brought his eyes down to her feet and up her body again. The insinuation in his eyes caused Amber’s heart to sink. She had forgotten that she was in her meager camisole and hadn’t put on a robe.

  An arm length apart from her, Eduardo had no other choice but to dig his hands deep into his jacket pockets. He wanted to apprehend her; his lustful nature inundated him. “Guess you’re wondering what I’m doing here,” he jibed, offering a purely erotic grin.

  Amber was cold the moment she stepped outside, but now, an invigorating heat passed through her body from his smile alone. She let go a sniggle, “Well, kind of.”

  “I was dropping off my date,” Eduardo explained, gazing away from Amber’s bareness.

  “The blonde?”

  “Yah, she—,” Eduardo stopped having been caught off guard. How did she know? The blonde was too tempting by far; she had an open invitation written all over her precious little physique. They made out for the longest time on her couch but he still couldn’t bring himself to have sex with her. The female even stripped for him, but all Eduardo could think about was getting over to his brother’s house and dropping off that God damn tape! Amber consumed him, overpowered his sexual drive, why the hell couldn’t he get her off his mind? The thought of Amber’s keen perception stumped the hell out of him. He even forgot what he was going to say? “She...the girl, she lives a couple of blocks from here actually, near Wisteria, down the road, if you make a left, and then another left, that’s her house.” Eduardo then shut his eyes, he was blabbering again, couldn’t keep his mind straight. Amber had wrapped her arms underneath her chest and practically pushed her bosoms out the top of her camisole.

  Amber noticed that Eduardo had changed from shorts to pants, but was still wearing that saffron shirt; that gold chain of his shimmered from the porch light and captivated her. Amber snickered, “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

  Cornered? Trapped? Why couldn’t he remain calm? Why did her allure approach so swiftly? He wondered what the hell she was looking at, his shirt, his chest, his jacket. “Where’s Victor?”

  Amber looked at him quizzically, “Asleep, why?”

  Eduardo finally governed his emotions. “You’re up—he isn’t, just curious that’s all.”

  “I was—”

  “Amber,” he chimed in, cutting her off, “Mama wanted to make sure that Adrian didn’t wake up tomorrow morning and not have his favorite video to watch. That’s why I’m here, figured I could drop it off, leave the video on your front porch and leave a message on your machine.”

  Amber turned around, eyed the Disney VHS tape on the floor and knelt down to retrieve it. “Oh—thanks, you didn’t have to do that,” she voiced, surveying the video.

  Eduardo took a step backwards, exposing his backside to the rain.

  Amber chuckled again, “Eduardo isn’t your jacket suede?”

  “Used to be.”

  Amber tore her eyes away from his flushed gaze. On the verge of different smile, she uttered, “Well...thanks again.”

  “You’re very welcome.”

  Their eyes lock and hold, spirits diminish and fixation washes over them. With the backdrop of raindrops pounding on both the awning and Eduardo’s jacket, in a matter of moments, camaraderie altered and their impatient friendship turned into genuine yearning. Eduardo wanted to trail his mouth across her perky chest; Amber wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and feel him within. Simultaneously, both of them turn away, apart from each other’s hypnotic trance.

  “Well,”
Amber sighed heavily, “Goodnight then.”

  Eduardo took another step backwards and permitted the raindrops to pounce sporadically on his coat. “...Goodnight.”

  Even though she knew he couldn’t see her waiving at him walking away, Amber did it anyway. She waited to go inside until she knew her brother-in-law was safely in his car.

  Eduardo shut his car door then banged his head purposely on the steering wheel. He had to stop torturing himself, being absorbed by Amber’s irrepressible appeal was making him crazy. Why did she have to be so Goddamn unattainable?

  Her brother-in-law’s sudden examination of her body caused emotion to swell up in her eyes and the suggestion placed Amber in subterranean uncertainty. She did the same thing to him, right? Appraised his physique for her own personal pleasure, why wasn’t he allowed to inspect her? Because Amber was already in lust with Eduardo Sanchez, and having him desire her as well would quite dampen her marriage for months to come.

  Eduardo fired up the engine and put his vehicle’s gear in reverse, gazing over at the doorway one last time. Amber was still there, watching his exit. Good God—he didn’t want to leave?

  In all honesty, Amber felt as if part of her soul was retreating and driving away in the rain and glared back at the Porsche watching it as it came to a standstill at the stoplight, hesitate, and then slowly disappear around the corner.

  Amber ran back into the house, locked her front door and turned the porch light off. She stood silent for a moment, wondered at the VHS and then started to grieve for the quantity of passion her brother-in-law exposed through his green eyes.

  LETICIA

  I guess you could say I’ve lived a sheltered life. Mama and Papa hovered over me constantly and watched my every move. They never allowed me to go to parties or out with my friends in fear a boy might “touch me” inappropriately.

  I’m a virgin.

  I’ve never been kissed further on my body other than my neck. I’m not a prude, I’m just obedient and I love my parents and obey them. I love my faith in Catholicism and going to church with my parents every Sunday and twice a month on Wednesdays. That’s never bothered me really, I just wished when I was younger I could have spent some time out with my girlfriends, going to the mall, movies or to school dances. Sometimes I feel I’m about to explode, I want to do everything I’ve always dreamt of doing and one way or the other, I will get everything I’ve always dreamed of.

  In two more months I’ll be twenty-three. After getting my AA at Glendale College, I enrolled into real estate school to get my license. I love looking at houses and dreaming of what could be, with lots of kids running around in the yard, envisioning different painted walls and furnishings. I want to share that dream with other folks, so I decided to pursue real estate. I’m working for a small real estate firm in San Fernando right now, I pay commission to them when I sell a house and they let me use all their resources: faxes, Multi-Listing-Service, computers, printers, telephones, advertising, they’re great. I love my job.

  I finally got the courage to move out of my parents’ home after being under their roof and guidance for so long. It’s a good thing too, because I don’t know how much longer I could have kept trying to hide my romance with Gregory Rodriguez. I miss him really, and he was so bad for me! I would sneak out late at night through my bedroom window and meet him down the street. That’s so immature, but I had no other choice. I love kissing Greg too! But silly me, immaculate Leticia, I still push his roaming hands away when he tries to unhook my bra. I do have small breasts. I’ve always wished my breasts were larger, oftentimes ogling other women who’ve had breast implants. I could never do that.

  How do I describe my ex-boyfriend? Greg was not quite perfect for me. Always a bit on the edge, with a temper, I don’t know why I attract those kinds of men with a dominating presence. They always seem to think that I’m this docile woman. Or maybe I am, being intimidated so easily.

  I guess I should have given him what he wanted. All men seem to think I’ve already done it. Can’t believe I’m still a virgin at my age, not many women out there like me besides. Greg tried to get me in bed, tried often, but all I kept thinking was my parents and how they would be upset with me if I didn’t get married first. And, there was something else about Greg, he made me feel uncomfortable, he was sneaky; I could see it in his dark black eyes. Since I wasn’t giving him what he wanted, he was out getting it somewhere else. He was a cheater, and I could sense it, and maybe I should have been stronger emotionally, should have kicked his butt to the curb long ago; but seeing we had been dating for nearly two years, I thought maybe, just maybe there was a proposal just around the corner? But oh well. Greg just wasn’t the one for me, and when he dumped me, I wasn’t surprised. But given his lame excuse that we were getting too serious, I knew there had to be another woman.

  I know my soul mate is out there for me, and my man is so vivid, I’ve dreamt of him so many times. When I was a little girl, I would pray at night and ask God to send me a man who would be kind and nice to me. He had to be arrogant and proud of whom he was: Hispanic, intelligent, almost noble in his tall, slim, broad body, his solid shoulders, light brown hair...and if it was really meant to be...green eyes, the same color like mine. I know my dream man is out there somewhere, lurking around, looking for me. I just know he is.

  Seven

  A Costly Mistake

  Eduardo had bought his pewter-colored Porsche just a few months prior and decided to drive his new baby to The Beverly Center to do some shopping. Damn but it was expensive to be employed by a Century City law firm! Costly leather shoes, fashionable shirts and ties, suits with famous designer labels on the lapel. Damn but he didn’t need another tie to go with his new navy blue suit he bought just a week ago. Damn, damn, damn! Shopping was demoralizing, it just wasn’t for him, he’d rather be reading, his nose in a book. He should look into getting one of those personal shoppers. Did those exist? He’d make a mental note to ask his assistant when he returned to work on Monday.

  Eduardo glanced around at all the various designs—concentrated mainly on the ties inside a glass case. Spotted, striped, plain, argyle, he didn’t know which one to start with, initiated laughter at a display case of nearby cartoon characters: Bugs Bunny, Porky Pig, and Road Runner. Now those would go over well with the partners in the firm.

  “That tie would look good on you,” he heard the female say.

  Eduardo turned to peek at her; she was mediocre, slender, and brunette. He was disappointed for the moment, then examined her further and noticed her green eyes. “You think the guys at the office would give me any grief?” He played along with her, bestowing one of his fabulous smiles.

  A modest chuckle left her mouth. “Now there’s a vision.”

  Eduardo eyed her walking away and then observed her as she pretended to search for something in the undergarment section of the men’s department. He would have never approached her if she hadn’t approached him first and wasn’t remotely interested in her and left her on her way.

  Eduardo then asked the clerk to see two ties from the glass case: the navy polka-dotted Kenneth Cole and the jade silk Gucci. He was at the mirror switching ties around when he heard the woman say, “I like the dark green one, it brings out your eyes.”

  Eduardo looked back at her, she was the same girl—what a shock. “You think so? I like the navy one as well, I’ll get both,” he proclaimed to the clerk, handing the clerk both ties to ring up on the register.

  “I think that’s a wise choice, they both make you look distinguished,” she smiled at him, flipping her hair away from her shoulders.

  He didn’t dare give her anymore of his interest or even his name. No crystal ball needed here, she would to start to follow him around the mall; he could almost perceive it. He turned away with his purchase and began searching for shirts to accentuate his new ties.

  A few minutes later, he heard…

  “Could you help me out with something?”

  Edua
rdo turned around, he knew it was the same girl; it was like trying to pull gum from a shoe. “Yes?”

  “My father’s about your height and I need to see if this shirt would fit across your shoulders.”

  Her expression was sweet. “Sure, go ahead,” he relented, mistakenly presenting her with another marvelous smile.

  She blushed, turned her head away and then Eduardo spread out his arms. The female stood behind him, draping the shirt across his shoulders and spreading her fingers across the fabric, freely touching every hard muscle on his back.

  Her touch was slow, easy. He rolled his eyes realizing that she was trying to seduce him. “So what’s the verdict?” He required—his arms spread out like Christ the Redeemer.

  “Attorney eh?” She asked, folding his arms down.

  “What gave me away?”

  “Verdict, the fancy ties,” she smiled, glowing at his sensuality.

  “Yah...well are we the same size?” He asked, getting bored.

  “Definitely, I think my father’s going to like his new shirt,” she said, suddenly sprinting away from him.

  He knew she’d simply be a leisurely activity, but he couldn’t help himself, she was nice-looking in her own way. Latin too, diverse to what he usually dated. Her hair reminded him of Amber’s ebony tresses and her eyes were identically compared to his, so what could it hurt? “Hey, you can’t expect me to live down the fact that you had me perform a perfect impression of an airplane now do ya?”

  That got her to turn around. “Want to get a cup of coffee?”

  Her name was Leticia Mendez, had lived in Sun Valley, California for most of her life after moving from Brawley when she was a baby. Brawley? Now that got him interested, his parents were from Brawley; they had something in common and talked about it for hours.