This scene has haunted me for weeks so I finally got it down on paper. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it but in the meanwhile, I’m sharing this with you, my lovely, happy little Drew + Fable fans.
You guys, I miss them so much. So here’s a Mother’s Day present to me, to you, to everyone who loves Drew + Fable. I was inspired after walking through a particular store a few weeks ago and thought, “What the hell would Drew do in a place like this?”
Well, here you go:
I enter the store—the very well known lingerie and underwear national chain store I’ve never dared step into before in my life—as if compelled by some unseen, magical force.
A force that says, you want to see Fable in sexy lingerie during your vacation, right? Well, get in there and buy her some.
Intimidated is the perfect word for what I’m feeling as I walk around. The place smells good, the lighting is perfect, casting everything on display in a sparkling glow and the song playing overhead is familiar yet…not. I’m surrounded and I mean literally surrounded by little scraps of fabric, sheer and lacy and bright and colorful and my brain is awhirl at the idea of Fable wearing any of it.
All of it.
And then me stripping her right back out of it.
I stop at a table that has black lacquered trays full of panties in a variety of colors. Reaching out, I run my finger along the waistband of one, the silky lace soft to the touch and I imagine Fable wearing them. Emboldened, I grab them, notice that they’re pretty skimpy and her ass would basically be fully exposed, which isn’t a bad idea if you ask me because hey, easy access and…
“Sir? Do you need some help?”
I drop the panties as if they set my fingers on fire and whirl around to find a woman dressed all in black standing before me, a pleasant smile on her face, a discreet nametag on her shirt. “No, just looking,” I answer, my cheeks hot with embarrassment.
I’m such an idiot. I can’t even shop for panties for my freaking fiancé without looking like a complete bumbling dope. I need to man the hell up.
Her smile grows. “If you need any assistance, please don’t hesitate to ask. My name is Lara.”
“Will do. Thanks.” I nod, swallowing hard, still feeling like an ass. But I resume my search the moment Lara walks away, my gaze alighting on the skimpy little set I first saw in the window. The set that drew me into this torturous, way-out-of-my-element store in the first place.
Little ruffled panties and a matching ruffled bra top with a flowing, sheer piece that would cover her stomach, it’s lacy and sweet and sexy as hell all in one. I check the size, see that it’s a medium and wonder if it would fit. Glancing around, no one’s paying attention to me so I pull the lingerie off the rack and examine it, knowing it’s too big for my girl.
I need a small, or maybe even an extra small. But her boobs are pretty big so maybe a small? Hell, I don’t know her bra size, not like I pay attention to that stuff, I’m usually too eager to take it off and get her naked. But I need to know this, right? We’re getting married. We’re going to be in each other’s life forever and I should definitely know if she wears size small or extra small panties and if she’s a B cup or a C.
Totally figuring she’s a C, what with the way they fill my palms…
“What are you doing?”
I set the hanger back on the rack with a loud clatter and look up to see Fable standing before me, looking infinitely amused at my expense. Her arms are crossed in front of her, plumping up her breasts so I get a plentiful view of her cleavage peeking from the neckline of her bright pink tank top. Her lush, glossed lips are quirked in a secretive smile and her long blonde hair is pulled into a high ponytail, she looks fresh and pretty and pride fills my chest because she’s mine.
Not even thirty minutes ago, we’d walked into the mall together before going our separate ways. Now I’m drinking her in like I haven’t seen her in hours. Days. My hands clench at my sides and I wonder how much longer she’s going to make me hang out in this lame ass mall before we can go back home.
And I can get her naked in bed.
“Checking stuff out,” I say nonchalantly, feeling like a kid who just got busted shoplifting.
“Uh huh. I didn’t think this was your type of store, Drew.”
“When I’m shopping for my fiancé, it is.” I flick through the hangers, find a size small and pull the lingerie set out to show her. “What do you think of this?”
Her eyes meet mine, that sexy little smile still curving her lips. “I like it. What’s the special occasion?”
“Our vacation? You need new stuff to wear to bed, right?” I shrug, curling my fingers tight around the hanger when she takes a few steps toward me, until she’s invading my space and standing so close, her breasts brush against my chest. She grips my hips with her tiny hands, standing on tiptoe so she can whisper in my ear.
“For our vacation? I planned on wearing nothing to bed at night,” she murmurs, her breath hot against my cheek as she slowly pulls away.
Time stops as we stare at each other. In a week we’re going to be all alone on a tropical island far away from here. Owen will be either at his friend’s house or Jen’s. Fable’s comfortable knowing someone she can trust will be keeping an eye on her brother.
We need this time together alone. I can’t freaking wait to leave and neither can she. I don’t know what she’s thinking but my mind is suddenly full of about a million different, equally dirty thoughts and I’m ready to get the hell out of here.
“Guess we don’t need it then,” I say as I blindly reach out and set the hanger back on the rack where it belongs, entranced by the adoring glow in her eyes as she gazes up at me.
Fable grabs my hand, leading me out of the store and I follow her. I’ll always follow her. She owns me.
And she knows it.
So…a lot of you noticed that One Week Girlfriend & Second Chance Boyfriend disappeared for a little bit last night (and man, are you guys observant!) but guess what? They’re both back up at all retailers and you might’ve noticed there’s a different publisher listed? Or maybe you didn’t notice but anyway…
Here’s what’s up:
News from the Random House Publishing Group
Random House * Ballantine Bantam Dell
Delacorte Press * Dell * Del Rey/Spectra * The Dial Press
The Modern Library * Spiegel & Grau
New York Times bestselling self-published author Monica Murphy’s ONE WEEK GIRLFRIEND and SECOND CHANCE BOYFRIEND plus two new books to Executive Editor Shauna Summers at Ballantine Bantam Dell, at auction from Kimberly Whalen at Trident Media Group. Summers acquired World English rights.
The novels are new adult and feature a young woman from the wrong side of the tracks who agrees to pose as the girlfriend of the star college football quarterback when he takes her home to see his family, but soon discovers his life isn’t as perfect as it seems from the outside.
ZOMG! This means OWG and SCB will be in bookstores people. Target and Wal Mart even! I just…I can’t. SO. EXCITING. We’re talking tentative print release dates of late August and mid fall for OWG and SCB. Squeeeeeeeee!
Oh…and did you notice there’s a mention of two new books? That would be Colin & Jen’s book (#3) and Owen’s book (#4). I could share with you his girl’s name but I’m NOT. Because I’m MEAN. And a big ol’ TEASE. HA!
I’ve also been discussing the possibility of a little more Drew + Fable for you all my darlings. More details on that soon!
I’m a happy little kitten!
It’s been a crazy year. What started out as ‘hey, I really want to write this book I think I’m gonna give it a shot’ idea has turned into a total life changing moment. One I still can’t quite get over. My life has turned into this surreal, unbelievable experience and I keep wanting to pinch myself. All thanks to Drew + Fable and all the readers who fell in love with them and their story.
So a big, major THANK YOU to all the readers, reviewers, bloggers out there who read my books and told everyone about them. I absolutely couldn’t have done this without all of YOU!!!! *hugs*