Courted by Karma (The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod) Read Online Free
Author: Tracy Ellen
curves and angles, the excitement lighting me up inside was plainly visible on the outside. My eyes were hot blue flames outlined in black.
I started dancing to the music filling the room. To my image in the mirror I said , “ You are one hot mama. Uh huh, that’s right, I’m talking to you. Ever imagine you’d be doing THIS twenty years later, Hot Mama?” I held my hips as they exaggeratedly undulated in a slow, figure eight.
Black was smeared under my eyes and my long blonde hair needed a comb, but all in all, I was still good to go from getting dolled up earlier this evening. Giggling at my dancing image in the mirror, I swung around to get busy. I had one more detail to take care of to make my plan work, but first stopped by the closet again. I adjusted my clothing and buttoned on an ankle length coat. A minute later, I found Crooks sitting at the kitchen island taking his first big bite of a ham and cheese on marbled rye.
“ Can you give me a lift and drop me off across the road from my brother’s place? Or do you think I could drive myself?”
Crookie choked a little, but continued with the enormous bite of his sandwich. He raised his eyebrows as he took in my trench coat. He continued regarding me thoughtfully while he systematically chewed. I got a bottle of bubble water from the fridge and shifted from foot to foot waiting for his response.
He finally swallowed. “Are you nuts? No, you cannot drive yourself, Bel.” He glanced up to the huge, round kitchen clock hanging high on the wall. “Do you want a ride now?”
“No, I’m not nuts ,” I laughingly retorted. “Geesh, why do you think I asked your opinion in the first place?” I followed his look and tried to read the clock’s arms pointing at the Roman numerals. Ten minutes after midnight. “In ten minutes?”
Crookie shrugged. “ Okay. I am not tired anyway.” He did his owl head tilt. “Why do you want to go across the road from your brother’s? Is this some kind of weird chicken joke? I thought he lived on a lake in the country somewhere?” At my laughter, he looked alarmed. “Tell me you are not asking to be dropped off somewhere on the side of the road because I am telling you--it is cold out there!”
“Thank you! Reg does and I’m not.” I stretched up and kissed the air near his shoulder with a loud smack. On my way out of the kitchen, I grinned back at my favorite engineer or scientist, or whatever the heck he was, munching away on his sandwich while giving me a dubious, concerned look. “This little chicken will tell you more why she wants to cross the road on the drive over.” I motioned towards a drawer with my water bottle. “There’s a pen and stickies in there, if you want to write down the code to the doors so you can get back in here.” I stopped again and teased, “You won’t be scared here without me, will you?”
Crookie’s mouth was full again, so he flashed me rolling eyes of disgust at my last question. He then vigorously nodded his agreement and flashed me the “okay” sign about the door code, as he reached for the drawer.
In record time, I fixed myself up from top to bottom. In the bathroom mirror, I took in my finished appearance to fulfill my Dark Prince’s sexual fantasy and again laughed maniacally. I belted on the coat once more, filled a small cosmetic bag in case of touch-ups, and then went to load a backpack with the extra items still in the exercise room.
Then it was b ack in my closet to pack up a couple of other key pieces I thought I may need. I was tucking a small gift bag of my own into the backpack when Crookie appeared at the door.
“About ready?”
“Yes I am!” I spun around to join him.
Crookie noticed my toes poking out from under the long coat. He looked back up at me in disbelief, his high forehead puckering with frown lines.
This is when my friend started channeling a Jewish mother and proceeded to harangue me that he would not let me leave the house half-naked
I started dancing to the music filling the room. To my image in the mirror I said , “ You are one hot mama. Uh huh, that’s right, I’m talking to you. Ever imagine you’d be doing THIS twenty years later, Hot Mama?” I held my hips as they exaggeratedly undulated in a slow, figure eight.
Black was smeared under my eyes and my long blonde hair needed a comb, but all in all, I was still good to go from getting dolled up earlier this evening. Giggling at my dancing image in the mirror, I swung around to get busy. I had one more detail to take care of to make my plan work, but first stopped by the closet again. I adjusted my clothing and buttoned on an ankle length coat. A minute later, I found Crooks sitting at the kitchen island taking his first big bite of a ham and cheese on marbled rye.
“ Can you give me a lift and drop me off across the road from my brother’s place? Or do you think I could drive myself?”
Crookie choked a little, but continued with the enormous bite of his sandwich. He raised his eyebrows as he took in my trench coat. He continued regarding me thoughtfully while he systematically chewed. I got a bottle of bubble water from the fridge and shifted from foot to foot waiting for his response.
He finally swallowed. “Are you nuts? No, you cannot drive yourself, Bel.” He glanced up to the huge, round kitchen clock hanging high on the wall. “Do you want a ride now?”
“No, I’m not nuts ,” I laughingly retorted. “Geesh, why do you think I asked your opinion in the first place?” I followed his look and tried to read the clock’s arms pointing at the Roman numerals. Ten minutes after midnight. “In ten minutes?”
Crookie shrugged. “ Okay. I am not tired anyway.” He did his owl head tilt. “Why do you want to go across the road from your brother’s? Is this some kind of weird chicken joke? I thought he lived on a lake in the country somewhere?” At my laughter, he looked alarmed. “Tell me you are not asking to be dropped off somewhere on the side of the road because I am telling you--it is cold out there!”
“Thank you! Reg does and I’m not.” I stretched up and kissed the air near his shoulder with a loud smack. On my way out of the kitchen, I grinned back at my favorite engineer or scientist, or whatever the heck he was, munching away on his sandwich while giving me a dubious, concerned look. “This little chicken will tell you more why she wants to cross the road on the drive over.” I motioned towards a drawer with my water bottle. “There’s a pen and stickies in there, if you want to write down the code to the doors so you can get back in here.” I stopped again and teased, “You won’t be scared here without me, will you?”
Crookie’s mouth was full again, so he flashed me rolling eyes of disgust at my last question. He then vigorously nodded his agreement and flashed me the “okay” sign about the door code, as he reached for the drawer.
In record time, I fixed myself up from top to bottom. In the bathroom mirror, I took in my finished appearance to fulfill my Dark Prince’s sexual fantasy and again laughed maniacally. I belted on the coat once more, filled a small cosmetic bag in case of touch-ups, and then went to load a backpack with the extra items still in the exercise room.
Then it was b ack in my closet to pack up a couple of other key pieces I thought I may need. I was tucking a small gift bag of my own into the backpack when Crookie appeared at the door.
“About ready?”
“Yes I am!” I spun around to join him.
Crookie noticed my toes poking out from under the long coat. He looked back up at me in disbelief, his high forehead puckering with frown lines.
This is when my friend started channeling a Jewish mother and proceeded to harangue me that he would not let me leave the house half-naked
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