Another Excerpt from "Full Circle: Zhenya"

“She’s – you know…”

“No, I don’t know,” Zhenya said, scrunching his eyebrows skeptically.

“Oh, come on, Gene!” Alexis huffed. “She’s pretty big.”

“You mean tall, right?” he corrected.

“No, I mean she’s fat.  Not like, gross fat, but like graceful fat.”

“Jesus, Alexis,” Deacon admonished her with narrow eyes, “just let it go!”

“I’m getting something to drink, and I’ll be back when you’re ready to stop saying disparaging things about people I care for.” 

With that, Zhenya turned his back on Alexis and Deacon.  He made his way to the bar, and by the time he was halfway there, he was smirking.  Since when had he ever stood up to Alexis?  Usually, he’d just let her prattle on to avoid confronting her with the hope she’d quiet down eventually.
       Maybe Martinique was getting to him.  If she had been there, he was sure she would have put Alexis in her place.  Just where was she anyway?  He’d made it clear he wanted her to come and made sure Monahan put her and a plus one on the guest list.  Earlier in the evening he’d cursed himself.  What if she brought some other guy as her plus one?  He’d been so busy trying to suavely ask her out that he’d forgotten to slip in a line about her bringing a friend - a girlfriend. 

New Excerpt from "Full Circle: Zhenya"

“God, I’ve waited so long to be with you.  I’m so glad you wore this dress.  You’re like a beautiful gift I’m getting to unwrap.”  Zhenya gave her light caresses and kisses and she placed her hands on his shoulders, nervous and excited. 

“Zhenya.” It was the only word Martinique could muster.  She’d been reluctant to say so, but she had to admit that she’d never felt this way.  Taking it slow had its advantages apparently; she was completely controlled by her growing desire.  Here, in the quiet of his bedroom, they were going to share themselves with one another in an incredibly intimate way.  For the first time in Martinique’s life, it wasn’t just sex.  They were building something here – something deeper, something meaningful, and something that would endure.
       “I want to give you everything you want, honey.  Tell me what to do, and I’ll give it to you,” Zhenya murmured as his ran his fingers through her hair.