We’ve talked about it before, but it’s worth another mention. Friends are often great lovers. It’s not because they are the hottest person that you know. If they were, you’d never go for the friend role first – you’d dive right into making it happen. It’s because they know your inner-workings and they “get” you, which is half the battle.
A friend has seen you on your best and worst day and many in between. They know that you’re not perfect, and they don’t expect for you to be.
This is the exact situation spawned the hot sexy romance between America’s favorite bad boy and the girl next door.
When you think about the guy who became your friend and then your man, isn’t it an amazing journey?
I went from wondering what Adam looked like when he was asleep to presently hearing him snoring (and I’m upstairs in my private study with the door half-closed and he’s downstairs). Ahh. That’s love. Amore. The Real Thing. Half your stuff. Joint-Custody. You know…all the names.
What did you think of the way that Anatoly treated Renee?
Did the name “Ana” give you an indication that they were headed to “bumping uglies”?
Also, I’m just curious to also know if anyone here has ever fallen for “just your friend” who ended up being your everything?
Excerpt from Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign © Latrivia S. Nelson
Pulling up to the gated compound only minutes away from downtown, Anatoly was escorted back home in his Mercedes. The bodyguards stood guard in the hut, watching their boss as he was escorted up to the front of the large, plantation-style mansion, lit up at dusk with lights. In the driveway was a black Hummer.
Evidently, Renee was visiting.
Anatoly looked at the truck and gave a sigh of relief. He needed to see her face tonight.
Grabbing his backpack and his IPod, he walked up the stairs slowly. As Vasily opened the door for him, he smelled food drifting through the corridors. Anatoly tried to conceal a grin.
Dropping his backpack in the corner, he checked the mail on the table in the foyer and yawned.
“Do you need anything else, boss?” Vasily asked, standing with his hands clasped in front of him.
“Net.” Anatoly grabbed an envelope off the table and slipped it in his pocket. “Take the rest of the night off.”
“Spesiba,” Vasily said, bowing his head. He turned and headed down the back corridor to his room.
When his man was out of view, Anatoly headed toward the kitchen. He walked softly down the marble floors in the darkness of the house into the large kitchen.
Renee had the television going while she cooked up a small feast. With her back turned and her IPod attached to her hip, she sang as she put the final touches on the fried chicken that she placed on a silver platter.
Anatoly stood in the darkness of the corner watching her with his arms folded in front of him. He could watch her all night if she left him.
Outside of his mother and his step-mother, she was the only woman that he knew who loved to cook. She took immense pride in it, but because she was alone in Memphis, away from her large family in Atlanta, she only got to cook for more than herself when she came to see him.
In her favorite apron, she whirled around the kitchen moving plates and flatware to the island bar for the two of them. In between cooking, she drank straight out the wine bottle and sang Al Green.
“Are you just going to stand in the corner like a pervert, or are you going to help me fix the table?” she finally asked, without looking away from the mixed greens stewing on the stove.
Anatoly stepped out of the darkness with a clever grin. Quietly, he went over to the cupboard and pulled out two wine glasses. As he sat them down, he looked at the table and noticed the card by one of the plates.
“It’s for you,” she said, taking the ear buds out of her ear.
“What is it?” he asked with his back toward her.
“What’s the occasion?” He opened the envelope to find a sympathy card from Hallmark, praying for his family during their loss.
“I just felt like you needed something to cheer you up. You had a pretty shitty day,” she said, putting the food on the table.
The bowls clinked on the granite table top. Placing the mittens down, she looked up at him.
As she walked off, he caught a whiff of her perfume. He had bought it for her in Jerusalem. He bought it because when he smelled it, he thought of her. She was his little pudgy friend –someone that he could talk to, confide in to a point.
Only tonight, he didn’t want to talk to her. At that very moment, he wanted to kiss her as a way of thanking her and feeding his own need. He clenched his jaw and looked away. This was Renee for goodness sake. The bump on the head today had obviously been harder than he had first suspected.
As she took off her apron, he noticed that she wore a black silk sundress that showed a lot more cleavage than normal. He took his seat and put the napkin on his lap, then looked up at her and shook his head. Since she had lost the weight recently, she was starting to look less and less like an employee and more and more like a prospect.
“What’s the dress for,” he asked, pointing at her breasts. “Are you planning to feed a tribe of starving children tonight?”
Renee looked down and smiled. “I’ve got a date,” she answered with a bright glimmer in her eyes. “They do look big in this dress, huh?”
Anatoly choked. “A date? With?” A territorial jealousy boiled in the pit of his empty stomach.
“A guy who came into the shop today. A basketball player. I almost said no when I first saw him. He looked like a freaking Medlov – only he wasn’t Russian. He’s from the east coast. He’s here to check out the team.”
“Why was he at the store?” Anatoly asked.
“He thought we sold men’s clothing,” Renee answered with a shrug.
She turned and went back to get the bottle of wine, instantly recognizing his jealousy but choosing to ignore it. Anatoly never liked anyone to have anything that he didn’t already have or hadn’t had. She didn’t expect this to be any different.
“So, am I eating alone?” he continued, trying to put a guilt trip on her.
“No. He and I are just going to Beale Street to watch a band play later. I figured that you and I could eat dinner first and then…”
“Oh.” Anatoly fixed his plate. “You wanted to get me out of the way first, eh?” His plate clinked.
“Basically,” she said, sitting down. “So eat fast. I might get laid tonight, and a sister has been on a serious dry spell, you know.”
Anatoly coughed into his napkin.
Renee laughed. “I’m just kidding, Ana.”
“What did I tell you about calling me that? It makes me sound like…sissy,” he laughed.
“We all know that you’re no sissy.”
“You know this how?”
“I’m the one who has to explain to these women that you’re not available when they come lurking around my shop,” she said, sneering at him. She stabbed the chicken. “They all think that I’m the devil.” Her southern drawl thickened.
Anatoly grinned. “You are.” He tasted the food and forgot his worries. Man, did he love her cooking. He sank his teeth in the crispy, golden, juicy chicken and planted his rigid elbows on the table. He winced again as he remembered his bruises.
Renee watched him in complete satisfaction. She smiled and placed the napkin on her lap.
“Is it good?” she asked, tasting her food.
“Better than pu…”
“Watch your mouth,” she interrupted.
Anatoly grinned and quieted down. They sat in silence, enjoying their food as the Food Network played in the background.
*** End of Excerpt from Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign by Latrivia S. Nelson (All Rights Reserved).