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DESERT SURRENDER

Melinda Barron

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Desert Surrender

Melinda Barron

This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author"s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter One

“That dress is hardly appropriate for this event, Clarissa. Perhaps you should take a moment and go home to change.”

Clarissa Alexander ran her hands down her sides. The bright yellow evening dress was soft to the touch. It was tight, but the salesperson convinced her it was perfect for her. Low cut to show off her boobs, and high cut to display her long legs. She"d picked this out specifically for this event, with the idea of rattling her mother"s chain. She was happy to see it had worked like a charm.

Clarissa wasn"t the size 2 her mother wanted her daughters to be. Even after having children, her sisters were only a size 4. Clarissa was proud of her size 18 body, which was curvy and never failed to attract male attention.

“Why, Mother? Because it shows off my luscious hips and bodacious boobs? Or because you can see one of my tats?”

“Must you be so crude?” Her mother glanced around, and Clarissa knew she was looking to see if anyone was close enough to overhear them. “That dress is much too tight and much too low cut.”

“Of course, how could I be so silly? We"re the Alexanders”—Clarissa wrinkled her nose, then lifted her chin—“we have an image to protect, don"t we?”

“Yes, we do. My daughter looking like a common streetwalker at one of the biggest charity events of the year is hardly the image we want to project.”

Clarissa snorted out a laugh. “On the contrary, Mother, a common streetwalker could never afford this dress. Besides, maybe some of the old codgers here will put a few more zeros on their checks if I let them see a little more cleavage.”

Her mother closed her eyes for a few brief seconds, then signaled for a waiter, who appeared with a tray of champagne. Each of the ladies took a glass before the server disappeared. She watched her mother take a sip, then inhale ever so slightly, a 2

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move Clarissa knew was meant to help Lydia Alexander get her emotions under control.

“Henry is here tonight.”

“Bully for him.” Clarissa tipped her glass, taking half the contents in one swallow.

“Your father is inviting him to our August outing in the Hamptons. He"ll have the room next to yours.”

“Oh goody. Maybe we can treat it like an old-fashioned Victorian house party, and he can come and hump me in the middle of the night.” Clarissa snapped her fingers.

“Oh wait, that won"t work, because I won"t be there.”

“Oh yes you will.” The steel in her mother"s voice surprised Clarissa. “Your father has gone to great lengths to build you up to this young man. He"s willing to overlook your…eccentricities…and date you with an eye to marriage. His family is well-heeled and he would be a perfect match. You"re almost thirty, Clarissa, and it"s time you lived up to your responsibilities to this family; it"s time you married and started having children.”

“Well, bully for me then,” Clarissa said before draining the rest of her glass. “Tell me, did Father tell him to look past the fact I"m fat or that I"m wild? Maybe he wants to check my teeth before he purchases me. Or wait, isn"t Father purchasing him for me?

Maybe I should check his teeth.”

Her mother pasted a smile on her face and gave a small wave to a woman across the room. “Go home, Clarissa. Change your dress, and don"t come back until you"re wearing something more appropriate. I won"t have you embarrassing your father at this event as you"ve done at so many in the past.”

Lydia left without saying another word, and Clarissa exchanged her empty glass for a full one, gazing around the room to see if there was anyone who could provide a spark of excitement. It certainly wouldn"t be Henry Isaacs. He was good-looking enough, she supposed, but boring as the day was long.

She imagined herself sitting across the breakfast table from him, his nose buried in the paper as she slathered a bagel with cream cheese. She would eat, and he would read, and they would speak only enough to ask someone to pass the sugar or the marmalade. They could be just like her parents: seen together just enough to keep up appearances before she went on a huge spending spree, and he went to work, then went to visit his mistress.

“No, thank you,” she whispered to herself as she continued to scan the crowd. A slight wave caught her eye. Anna. Thank the heavens. Clarissa hurried across the room, smiling and exchanging greetings with people she knew.

“Nice dress, Rissa,” Anna said, bussing her cheek. “It"s very you.”

“Thank you. My mother hates it.”

“That"s why you bought it, right?”

“Exactly.”

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Anna flashed a grin at her. “You are so bad. Give the woman a break. She just wants grandchildren.”

“No, not just any grandchildren,
well-heeled
grandchildren. Besides, both my sisters are popping out puppies. Why can"t I enjoy myself before they force me to marry Henry Isaacs?”

Anna gave her a sympathetic look. “He"s not so bad, really. Nice-looking and lots of money. I hear he has an apartment in London. You could spend time there. I know you like England.”

“Thanks for planning my marriage for me, or should I say my marriage avoidance. I want to find someone who loves me for me, just like you did with Loren. I bet you guys had sex before you came here tonight.”

“I went down on him in the limo. He likes to leave the divider down so the driver can listen to me suck him off.” Anna licked her lips. “And he was delicious, down to the last drop.”

Clarissa imagined Anna, her head in her husband"s lap while his hands were buried in her hair, urging her to quicken her pace. Clarissa felt her nipples tighten at the image. Her nipple rings pressed against the tight bodice of her dress, making her sensitive buds ache with need. Damn, but she needed sex. Good sex. She wanted someone like Loren was with Anna, someone who loved her for herself and not for her copious amounts of money. She hadn"t had sex in months. Almost seven to be exact…not since she"d broken up with Serge, the Soho artist she"d dated just to piss her parents off. In the end, he too was boring. Plus, he"d started to ask questions about how much money her father actually had.

At least he wasn"t like the others, asking on the first date about her family"s fortune. Serge had waited a month before broaching the subject of money. And he"d been subtle about it, asking if he could “paint” one of her family"s many houses, then asking exactly where those houses were. Clarissa had dumped him a month later.

Why couldn"t she be like her friend? Anna had found the perfect man, someone who had money of his own and loved her. Their other friends, though, were all married to someone who “fit the bill.” They would end up like her mother, alone most of the time with nothing more to do than visit stores and spend money.

Clarissa was determined that wouldn"t be her. She had two older sisters who"d followed the same path and were now miserable. They were raising their children alone, while their husbands, who didn"t really love them enough to marry but did it to increase their fortunes, lived their own lives.

“I"m jealous,” she said softly, taking a small sip of champagne.

“Sorry,” Anna whispered. “Maybe Henry won"t be so bad. Give him a chance.”

“And condemn myself to a lifelong sentence of the missionary position? Not a chance. There"s no way he"d ever allow me to be on top. Ever. And I"d be surprised if he"d let me suck his cock.” She scanned the room, depression setting in. Maybe she should just go home. It would make her parents happy, and she had no desire to talk to 4

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Henry. If she stayed, she"d be forced to interact with him. She examined every man; her gaze ran across, then back, to a man standing near Loren.

Her always firm nipples tightened. Damn, where did he come from? Tall and muscular with dark blond hair, he wasn"t classically handsome. He had a strong face that gave him an air of danger, a sense that he could handle just about anything that was put in front of him.

She imagined he had blue eyes that could see straight through to her soul. The tuxedo encased his broad shoulders, and when he lifted a fat, unlit cigar to his mouth, she was treated to the sight of a strong, large hand. Her pussy twitched as she imagined his thick fingers pulling on her clit ring.

Beside her, Anna was going on about how Henry might turn out to surprise her.

“I mean really, Rissa, maybe you should…”

Clarissa put her hand on her friend"s arm to stop her talking. “Who is that?” She used her champagne glass to indicate the man with Loren.

“I have no idea. He"s handsome, though, in a rugged way.”

“Let"s go.” Clarissa grasped her friend"s arm, and they started moving through the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her father, standing next to Henry. Their heads were bent together, and she could imagine the conversation about how if Henry and Clarissa were married, he could control what she wore to events like this. She would be damned if she would let anyone, especially Henry, control her.

“Hi, darling,” Clarissa said, scooting up next to Loren and putting her arm around him. “You never call me anymore.”

“You charged me with stalking, remember?” Loren gave her a wounded look.

“You"re violating the protection order right now.”

“Oh, that"s right. I remember now. I need someone to protect me from you.” She moved to the stranger, threaded her arm through the crook of his elbow. His body was hard and thick, and a
zing
shot through her, centering in her clit. “Will you defend me?”

“Of course,” he replied, a grin tipping up the side of his mouth. “I"ll be your knight in shining armor.”

“Thank heavens.” Clarissa gripped the stem of her glass between her thumb and forefinger. She used her free fingers to fan her face. “He"s such a meanie sometimes.”

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