Novel & Cerita Infusion Vanilla Bean Blonde

“Especially at Club Red.” “I already have the white room on lock down. It's the vanilla room, so you'll be absolutely safe from unwanted advances.” I can't hold back a slight snort. Everyone considers vanilla the boring option, but in all honesty, vanilla bean is my favorite kind of ice cream. “As for getting you ready, I have a plan for that too.” With that, he motions for me to fall into step beside him, and I do, making my way into his office. Standing just outside his door is a young woman with a bright smile and a fresh face.

And I meant every single word of it. She seemed to be caught between the desire to cry and the urge to crush me in a hug for a moment. She settled for the latter much to my relief. I really couldn't afford to deal with crying ladies right now. We remained in the embrace for a while during which time I noted her vanilla scented perfume that was rolling off her in pleasant waves. In a way, she reminded me of Veronica in that they were both fans of makeup and accentuating beauty. The difference was that Blaire did it in a way that complemented her beauty. It seemed to scream, I know I am beautiful, take a look and be convinced. And, yeah, she is beautiful. Lush brown waist length hair, white ey

She was however, dressed and groomed nicely, clearly from at least Kingdom 3 or higher. My eyes went to her hands that were holding a dark mass … hair? The owner of the hair stood up and turned to face me. She looked me up and down with a silly grin, her cheeks were rosey from drinking. She reeked of bile and … vanilla cinnamon. What….? NO! NO! NO! This wasn’t happening!! My eyes darted quickly between the two. But they didn’t seem to take notice of my deep internal struggle. “Just had to stop for a rest Mr. Fancy Pants counselor,” the blonde said, stroking my neon yellow patrol vest with her free hand.

She pulled her straw up a bit into the blue and tasted vanilla bean. Chloe looked over at Detective Johnson who had sipped half his slushy and was pausing to nurse what seemed to be a monster brain freeze. She felt his knee lightly bump hers under the table; it sent a wave of heat spreading to her core. He left his knee resting against hers as he rubbed his head with the palm of his hand seemingly trying to push the brain freeze away. His drink was white, simply white. "What flavor did you get?" Chloe asked

Julian’s signature sandalwood scent was entirely overpowered by a cloying, sickeningly sweet vanilla. My best friend’s vanilla. My vision tunneled. The room seemed to tilt on its axis. Tangled in the expensive silk sheets of Julian’s bed, skin flushed and lips swollen, was Elara. My confidante. The girl who had held my hand when I cried over him. The girl who had helped me pick out this miserable, drab dress I was wearing right now. Julian’s head snapped up. His chest was heaving, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead.

Maybe it was the weight of the rest of her life that seemed to drop on her shoulders the day she started college. She decided to quickly down two drinks, a little liquid courage was exactly what she needed, tonight she would tell Brandon that she'd had her eye on him all semester. She had spotted him almost immediately after she walked through the door, there was a clear shot of the kitchen in the back of the house from the entryway. He was playing beer pong, it was no surprise his beer pong partner happened to be Macy, a tall blonde super moel type, the cheerleader to his footballer self, the thougth of how perfect they were for each other made her want to vomit. Your worse nightmare bas

“What are you doing?” Alex suddenly appeared in the kitchen to find Athena heating something and stirring it in a pot. The man looked interested and stepped into the kitchen, approached the stove, then frowned. "What is that?" Athena turned and looked at Alex embarrassedly, she did not expect to be caught by Alex in the kitchen this late. “This is vanilla beans boiled with liquid white milk.” “For drinks? " “Yeah.” Athena turned her gaze to the pot, the water was not yet boiling but was looking warmer. Athena had to stir it because if the water boiled and didn't stir, the foam would rise and spill out of the pot. “I usually drink it when I can't sleep.”

She mutters, like that actually made sense. “And why would anyone follow you to Africa to kill you?” She huffed. “I don’t know. You tell me.” She pointed to me and grumbled. I went back to lying on the bed while she moved across the room. She lathered her body in a vanilla scented lotion. The soft scent of the vanilla with jasmine undertones made my cock harden. I couldn’t for the life of me tell why that was. It was facing vanilla. Blair, none the wiser to my current situation, went about doing her nighttime routine. It was a bit hypnotizing to watch. Seeing how much attention she gave her body and how she pampered it. It was magical.

It was embarrassing how much I craved him. The drive home was a blur of impatient red lights and me humming under my breath just to keep from losing my mind. The second I got through my door, I stripped and went straight for the shower. Vanilla. That’s my thing. I layered it until it clung to my skin like a secret—vanilla body wash, vanilla lotion, a hint of something citrusy from that new vitamin C scrub I bought. It smelled like heaven, like me, like the kind of trouble I knew Damien loved.