Straight To You: A Novella (Taking Chances Series Book 1) (15 page)

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“There’s no rush, we can wait.” Jeremy looked at the clock on the bedside table and made an effort to be patient with his new bride. “It’s past midnight already. It’s been a long day, and we have the rest of our lives.”

Ashlynn looked at him with surprise and amusement written on her face. She knew he had been thinking about their wedding night for months now, but was being considerate for her sake. She was touched, but couldn’t help but have some fun.

“You’re right,” she played along. “It’s late and I’m really exhausted. Plus, it’s going to take all night for me to get these bobby pins out of my hair.” She feigned a yawn and gestured to her updo, all the while keeping her eyes on Jeremy. His obvious disappointment drew a laugh from her. “Jeremy,
I
can wait, but I don’t know if
you
can.”

“Really? You’re not a bit curious about what’s under this tux?”

“Maybe a little,” she replied with flushed cheeks. “Okay, maybe a lot.”

“Now we’re talking.” He removed his bow-tie and unbuttoned his shirt as he made his way over to her. “I’m very interested in seeing what’s under this gown. I think it’s time we started practicing.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and kissed her gently.

Ashlynn felt her heart pounding with anticipation. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She looked up into Jeremy’s eyes and smiled demurely. “I could use some help getting this off.”

“It would be my pleasure.” He turned her around and gasped when he saw the buttons and clasps and ribbon running down the back of the wedding gown. “This is like an obstacle course!”

“You love a challenge, don’t you?” She looked over her shoulder and laughed. “Just start from the top and make your way down.”

He leaned down to kiss her neck as he undid the top button. “I’m going to break a record here. Just watch.” As he undressed her, she took out the bobby pins from her updo. Blonde ringlets flowed down her back when he reached the last button. The gown dropped to the floor and she gingerly stepped out of it. When she turned around, their eyes met in breathless anticipation.

Jeremy, for once in his life, had no words. He held her face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. His eyes moistened with gratitude. “Thank you, my love. You were worth the wait.”

“You too, Jeremy,” Ashlynn whispered. “You, too.”

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Ashlynn woke to the sunlight streaming in through the window. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was, namely Jeremy’s bedroom. Actually, it was their bedroom now and today was the morning after their wedding night.

She looked over at Jeremy sleeping beside her and smiled. It would take some time to get used to sharing a bed with him, but she didn’t mind waking up each day to the sight of his bare chest and tousled hair. She pulled the covers over her own bare shoulders and snuggled next to her husband. My husband. She sensed the deep meaning of the words as they crossed her mind.

Pleasure. Intimacy. Partnership.

She still couldn’t believe how close they had become in the course of one night. Of course their relationship had been years in the making, evolving from friendship to love over time. They had been emotionally connected before, but now they were also physically connected. Remembering their intimate acts brought a heady grin to Ashlynn’s flushed face. It had been more wonderful than she could have imagined. They had laughed through the awkward moments while savoring each and every glorious one.

Jeremy stirred from his sleep to see Ashlynn gazing at him. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so satisfied; his heart was completely full. “Hey, good morning, Mrs. Adams,” he whispered as he brushed a lock of blonde hair off Ashlynn’s forehead. “How did you sleep?”

“Very well, Mr. Adams,” she replied before planting a kiss on his lips. “You kind of wore me out last night.”

A disappointed look crossed his face. “I did?” He raised himself up on one elbow and leaned over to stroke her cheek. “I was kind of hoping we could do some more practicing this morning.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Her body warmed as he leaned down to kiss her. She looked up into his blue eyes staring longingly at her, those eyes full of magic and mischief, and sighed.

“That sounded like a sigh of contentment.”

“You got that right.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Braces and glasses. Ice cream and spilled tea. You and me together. I couldn’t have written a better love story if I had tried.”

“I know what you mean. It all feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Or better yet, a fairy tale?” he asked with an amused grin.

“A bit of both. But I now know there’s something even better than a dream or a fairy tale.”

“What could be better than that?”

“Real life.” Ashlynn’s dimple peeked out as she smiled. “Our life.”

Acknowledgements

Special thanks goes out to these individuals who have blessed my life and the making of this book:

Mommy and Abba who have supported me through my “un-Asian” career pursuits, first as a therapist and now as a writer.

My lil sis, Gloo, for lending her very anal eyes in proofreading my manuscript and making it
nearly
perfect (since nothing on this side of heaven can truly be perfect).

My artistic friend (with the dancing puppies!) who patiently read - and reread - my manuscript and provided invaluable feedback on the story.

My P31 Critique Group ladies for being a weekly source of encouragement and inspiration - you guys keep me motivated to write and write and write.

Deborah Bradseth, of Tugboat Design, who did an amazing and professional job on the cover and interior - I’m so glad Google led me straight to you!

My girlfriends for offering me much needed moments of adult conversation, encouragement, and opportunities to do life together. I’m ready for our next GNO!

My two munchkins on earth who pull and stretch me to my limits at times, but continually show me what love and joy are all about, and my one munchkin in heaven who makes me long for eternity all the more.

My hubby who has stood by me 1000% through all of my head-in-my-hands moments to my dancing-in-the-street ones - thank you for believing in me more than I believe in myself.

My readers (every single one of you lovely people!) for taking a chance on a newbie author like me, and allowing me to share a piece of my heart with you.

If you enjoyed spending time with these characters, be sure to read about Melanie’s story in
True to You
, the second book in the
Taking Chances
series (available on Amazon.com):

Wanted: A man with the four C’s (Chinese, Christian, Cash and Career). Ability to cure hives a definite plus.

Melanie Koo may be a physician skilled in helping others, but the one thing she can’t fix is her own love life. That’s why her mother comes up with the perfect remedy-an arranged marriage. Being the dutiful daughter that she is, she agrees to this loveless match… until a chance meeting leads her straight to the cure for her hopeless heart.

Ben Peters is everything Melanie was not looking for in a guy, but she can’t help but be drawn to his passionate and kind nature and, not to mention, those adorable dimples. For once in her life, she considers breaking parental expectations to go after what she wants. The only thing standing in her way is a five foot one traditional Chinese mother and her scheming ways.

Now Melanie has to make the biggest decision of her life. Will she stay true to her family or will she choose to believe that true love can be colorblind?

Continue reading for an excerpt from
True to You

ONE

Just nod and smile, nod and smile.

This had to be the most uncomfortable situation Melanie Koo had ever gotten into, but she had no one to blame except herself. Well, maybe her parents could take some of the share, along with the other older couple sitting across from her. She couldn’t forget the young man sitting next to her either; he had been more than eager to go along with their mothers’ suggestion.

Was it only a week ago that her mother and Mrs. Lai had put their silver-streaked heads together and come up with “the plan”? Over a lunch of broccoli beef and tofu stir fry, the two women had decided it was in the best interests of their children to get married.

To each other.

It made perfect sense from the look of things. Melvin and Melanie were both from Hong Kong and worked in the same profession. They even shared similar first names. When the mothers had presented the idea to their husbands and children, there was no turning back. Which was why the two families were meeting at the Koo home on a late summer day for afternoon tea.

“I can’t believe we didn’t consider this sooner!” Melanie’s mom, Mrs. Koo, exclaimed in Cantonese.

“Perhaps it was too obvious a match for us to notice,” Mrs. Lai replied in their shared tongue. “But we will make up for lost time now.”

The two fathers sat while the mothers conspired, giving support from time to time with a nod of their heads. Meanwhile, the younger siblings, Melvin’s brother and Melanie’s two sisters, traded amused glances.

“What about a wedding after the new year?” Mrs. Koo asked. “I can talk to Sister Wong about reserving the church.”

The hairs on Melanie’s neck stood up. “That’s only four months from now. There’s no need to rush. I mean, that’s hardly enough time to plan a wedding.” She looked at Melvin for support. He smiled back and shrugged feebly. Some help he was. Should she mention he had not yet proposed, much less talked to her about their mothers’ plan?

“January sounds great,” Melvin said as he took her hand in his. “We can have a simple ceremony and leave the planning to our moms.”

Melanie’s eyes widened at his sudden display of affection. They had never held hands before, though she knew it wasn’t for lack of trying on his part. But if they were to be married, she couldn’t deny him that pleasure now, could she? She let her hand rest in his, waiting and hoping to feel some spark or thrill from his touch…
anything
. After a moment disappointment set in, and she gently removed her hand from his grasp. She stood up and blurted out, “I’ll go prepare our tea. Uncle Lai, Auntie Lai, is oolong fine for you?”

“Yes, thank you,” they both replied.

Melanie’s middle sister scrambled to her feet and followed her. “I’ll come and help!”

As soon as they had stepped into the kitchen Sam started her badgering. “
Ga Je
¹
!” Addressing Melanie by her family title first, she then switched to English. “I can’t believe you’re agreeing to marry him!” She shook her head, causing her black ponytail to brush against her rosy cheeks. “I saw the look on your face. You don’t love him. Why would you want to spend the rest of your life with him?”

“Sam, lower your voice.” Melanie spat out in a whisper. She gestured to the door separating them from their guests. “They might hear you.”

“Maybe they should. Then you wouldn’t have to go through with this crazy idea!”

Melanie sighed. She knew her sister meant well, but she didn’t know half of what it was like to be in her shoes. Not that her fashion-loving sister would ever share her footwear; her closet was the last one Sam would raid. In the same way, the responsibilities they held in their family were vastly different. “You don’t understand what it’s like being the oldest daughter. Ma and Ba expect certain things from me. I-I can’t disappoint them.”

“We’re not talking about getting straight A’s, which you have no problem doing. We’re talking about signing your life away-to a complete stranger!”

“Melvin is not a stranger. He’s a friend. A good friend.” One whom she had been fortunate enough to meet during medical school and had counted on as a study partner. “And he’s from a nice Chinese Christian family. What more could you ask for?”

“How about marrying someone who meets the criteria on
your
checklist, not on Ma’s? A guy who gives you butterflies in your stomach, not hives?”

Melanie didn’t need Sam to point out the red, dime-sized welts breaking out on her skin. She had felt the intense need to scratch minutes ago. Still, she didn’t want her sister to know she was already second-guessing her decision to marry Melvin. What she desperately needed now was support, not criticism. “Hives?” she answered in a nonchalant tone. “What hives?”

“Uh-huh.” Sam gave her a knowing look. It wasn’t the first time Melanie had broken out in a stress-induced rash. “Those bumps look awfully similar to the ones you had when you took the MCAT.”

“Okay, so maybe they are hives,” she agreed with a shrug. “Maybe I’m allergic to something I ate at lunch.”

“Or allergic to a certain guy you were sitting next to whose name happens to be Melvin?” Sam raised one perfectly groomed eyebrow. “I don’t have a degree in medicine, but I know that’s not the kind of sickness you should be having when you think about wedding bells. What you should be feeling is
lovesick
! Truly, madly, deep-.”