Infusion Vanilla Bean Blonde Novels & Stories

I tried to decline but she insisted as she always does. Grabbing a couple of essential oils from one of the many bamboo shelves, I unscrewed the top of one and the recognizable coconut vanilla scent quickly fills the surrounding air. Pouring a few drops into the tub as the water fills halfway, I decided that it's enough and leave the rose oil to use as a perfume later. After sticking my hand into the water to check ifit's warm enough, I turn the faucet off and step into the spacious tub, one leg after the other, before lowering myself down.

"Vanilla with banana and plenty of nuts." When he licked it, eyes locked on mine deliberately, I nearly combusted on the spot. I leaned against the counter, pretending not to imagine that tongue doing very different things. "Double scoop strawberries." I took an exaggerated lick, winked at him. "Yummy." His smile turned predatory. Everyone else got theirs, Mom choosing matcha, Mrs. Moretti getting coffee flavour, Khloe getting some complicated swirl situation, Dove matching Thessa with strawberry and chocolate. We wandered down the beach, eating and talking and letting the sun warm our skin.

*** VANESSA'S APARTMENT Vanessa sat at her vanity table, focused on getting ready. She brushed her thick black hair, her gold earrings shining in the soft light. She had just found out about an award event and decided to attend. Vanessa put down the brush and leaned in close to the mirror. She applied a light layer of foundation, blending it carefully. She added a touch of blush to her cheeks and finished with a soft lip color.

When Vanessa got home, she had her bath and freshened up. She put on a red v-neck bodycon dress with a thigh high slit by the side, after getting her hair done and putting on some deodorant she headed straight to her mini bar and picked out the best red wine she hand and grabbed to glasses. She carefully poured in some wine in each of the glasses and then added a little about of the substance Zayne gave her earlier in one of the drinks and stirred it gently with desert spoon so the substance would settle properly.

“It’s me.” “Vivian wore Nuit de Tubéreuse,” he said, his voice flat and clinical. “It was cloying. It was heavy. It smelled like a greenhouse in a heatwave. It was a scent that demanded attention before she even entered a room. You… you smell like rain. And vanilla. And soap.” He turned his face toward me, and for a terrifying second, those clouded eyes felt like they were seeing right through the porcelain foundation and the colored contacts.

“Fine, whatever.” He grinned at that and ordered for the both of us. “What flavor do you want?” “Strawberry,” I answered my favorite flavor without a second thought. Alpha Magnus nodded and ordered, “Then one mint chocolate and one vanilla for us.” “You like vanilla?” I can’t help but ask. He nodded, “Yes, smells and tastes like you…” I blinked, not sure if I heard him right…vanilla? so I smell like it? It is probably because of my body wash or perfume...

“I don't take vanilla anymore.” “What?!” Jane's eyes widened. “Why? I mean you used to love it so much when you were little! What changed?” Her eyes darkened. “Was it your wife… perhaps… that told you to stop taking vanilla because maybe she's allergic to it or something?” “Oh no!” Blaire responded sharply. Picking up a vanilla biscuit, she smiled serenely as she said, “I love vanilla.” Then she bit into it and chewed down on it.

I hated how badly I wanted to believe it meant he saw me. Vanessa was up next. She moved with perfect poise, her silver heels clicking against the floor as she approached. Her perfume caught the air before she even reached the judges. It was floral with a bite of clove. It matched her smile. Beautiful, calculated, sharp. “Crafted with passion,” she said with a subtle smile, “and a touch of fire.” Ronan’s expression remained unreadable, but the moderator beside him nodded with obvious approval. Damon didn’t react.

Hundreds—no, thousands—of flawless, dewy white roses were arranged in breathtaking, cascading sculptural displays across every available surface. They lined the floor-to-ceiling windows, draped over the marble credenzas, and spilled elegantly across the lounge tables. The sheer volume of the blossoms filled the entire executive wing with a thick, intoxicating, and impossibly rich scent. And underneath the floral notes was something deeply personal, something that made Lydia’s cheeks flush a deep, crimson red. The subtle, warm, comforting aroma of pure Madagascar vanilla—the exact, specific scent she wore every single day—was being gently diffused through the suite's private ventilation syste

Caramel's blush is furious, Chocolate's smirk is infuriating, Cream's gaze is calculating, Strawberry's frown just pisses me off- And Doctor- Her face is just perfect "You are welcome anytime you want Vanilla" Ah, shit. What have I gotten myself into?