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Dee Dawning Books – Previews, Fortune Cookies (4)

Hello readers and hopefully fans. I have begun to post the first three chapters of one of my books, serial style, a thousand pages at a time Fortune Cookies. Here is serial #4. I hope you enjoy it.


Fortune Cookies
A Contemporary Erotic/romance Novel

Chapter One – Eddie Chang’s

Shortly before they finished lunch, a rainstorm began. The rainfall caught both of them without an umbrella. They said goodbye in the entry of the restaurant, then Beverly started to run back to the studio. Jill had an assignment to complete, so she sat down at the nearby bus stop to wait for a bus. She felt lucky because it was covered, which kept the rain off her, but that lasted only until Chad showed up.

Jill sat there, reading a Danielle Steele paperback, waiting for the bus, when without warning; she was swamped by a wave of cool rainwater. She and Danielle Steele were both soaked. Nothing was spared. Not even her hair. Shocked, she glanced up and glimpsed a red Corvette rounding the corner. She noticed the silhouette of a man and cursed his stupidity under her breath. Now, she was going to have to either take a cab home, or go buy a new outfit, which she’d have to charge since she’d just been paid and was already broke, as usual.

She saw a Checker Cab approaching and got up to wave, when the same Corvette cut the cab off, and pulled alongside the curb. The driver leaned over, after rolling down the window. His friendly blue eyes twinkled, and he flashed her, the friendliest smile she’d seen in years. He was very apologetic. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. I wasn’t thinking, and I drenched you before I realized it. I feel so bad. Please, can I take you somewhere to dry off?”

His voice, a rich baritone, had a western drawl. She told him bluntly, “Thanks, but I think you’ve caused enough damage.”
“Say, aren’t you that TV reporter? Ah . . . don’t tell me. Jill. That’s it! Jill Sinclair. You are re-e-ally good. I can see you’re getting cold. Please, let me take you somewhere to change or at least warm up. At least take this Kleenex and dab your eyes. Your mascara is running.”

Jill suspected he was looking at her breasts when he said she was getting cold. Sneaking a peek, as she accepted the tissue, she realized her nipples were showing through her wet blouse and bra, and that wasn’t all. She was beginning to feel warm and tingly.
She didn’t really have time to think about the ramifications of this sensation, because the scheduled bus pulled up and started to honk at the Corvette, which was blocking the passenger loading zone. Smiling, Chad was waving for her to join him but she was worried. She didn’t know Chad. He could have been a Ted Bundy acolyte. The bus’s horn kept blaring and Chad started to pull away slowly. He gave her a smile, and shrugged, as if saying, what am I supposed to do? Jill had a good feeling about him, so she made a foolish move, she ran for the slow moving Corvette, and hopped in. Thus began her life altering experience.


Once inside, he gave her a warm ear-to-ear smile and with his rich voice, introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Chad Conroy.” Chad not only had an angelic face, he was lean and well muscled. What else would you expect from someone named Chad? She studied him as he drove, admiring what she saw, while guarding against any false move from him. Chad reached behind his seat, pulled out a large sweater, and handed it to her. “Here, you might want to put this on and pull your wet blouse off, so you don’t catch cold.” Chad’s sandy brown hair was a little disheveled. As his bright blue eyes took in Jill’s essence, she noticed that when he smiled, which was a lot, a dimple showed in each cheek. Jill couldn’t tell how tall he was in his sports car but she guessed six feet. Taking Chad’s advice, she removed her blouse and bra under the sweater.

“Where would you like to go?” She knew it didn’t make sense but she was reluctant tell him where she lived. However, she was willing to go back to his apartment so she could dry off.

“Do you live far?” Jill didn’t know what he was thinking, but his dimples were the size of quarters when he smiled.

Chad’s sweater felt like alpaca. It pressed softly and sensuously against her uncovered breasts. The traffic was congested and progress was excruciating in the heavy rain, but for some reason she was not in a hurry. Jill thought the rain seemed romantic and she couldn’t get over how mesmerizing Chad’s voice was. She didn’t know if it was the ambience, or the fortune cookie, but the warm tingle had centered between her thighs and was increasing. She was beginning to feel aroused, which led Jill to having suggestive thoughts about Chad. Closing her eyes, she imagined this hunk kissing her neck, touching her breasts, moving his fingers around the nipples.

This wasn’t like her. It was as if she was someone else. Her mind said stop, but her body rebelled. “You wouldn’t have a blanket back there too, would you?”

“As a matter of fact,” he replied, giving Jill his most endearing smile and he fetched a small blanket.

Jill accepted what appeared to be child’s blanket, reluctantly. She checked his hand. He wore no wedding band. She inquired, “Are you married?”

He shook his head. “Oh, You’re wondering about the blanket? I sometimes help my sister out and take my nephew, Jimmy. He’s eight.”

Relieved, Jill relaxed and positioned the blanket loosely over her breasts and down to her knees. As Jill’s evolving desire gained momentum, she moved her left hand to her right breast and placed her other hand between her legs. Unseen under the blanket, she slowly, methodically moved her fingers, pleasuring herself, imagining that his hands were on her sensitive areas. Jill wasn’t sure what was happening, whether it was the fortune cookie, a strong attraction, or simple lust, but she knew this man had a strong effect on her.

It seemed to take forever to get to Chad’s apartment and since she was shamelessly preoccupied, she hadn’t paid attention to where they were heading. She paused for a second to consider where they were. She suspected they were in Queens.

“Do you mind if I remove my wet skirt and panties?”

“Heck no ma’am. Whatever turns you on.”

Jill was taken aback. “What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing ma’am. It’s just an expression.”

Look for part five on Thursday. This book contains forty-two chapters and is available at
I invite your comments.

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