Irresistible Desire (A Savannah Novel) Read online

  Irresistible Desire

  Written By: Danielle Jamie

  Edited By: Sarah Jones

  Smashwords Edition

  Copy Right 2013 Danielle Jamie

  ISBN: 9781301890569

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the following word marks mentioned in this work of fiction: Louis Vuitton, Victoria Secret, Ugg Boots, Rihanna Rude Boy, Dierks Bentley Tip it on Back , Dustin Lynch Cowboys and Angels, Big & Rich Save a Horse ride a Cowboy, Joe Nichols Tequila Makes her clothes fall off, E!News, Entertainment Tonight, Style Network, Michael Kors, University of Texas, University of Tennessee, UCLA, Pomellato Boutique, Tiffany & Co., Pistol Annie’s Hell on Heels. iPod, iPhone, iPad, Celebrity Rehab, Dr. Drew, Criminal Minds, Shemar Moore, Eric Church, The Ivy, and any other brand or store used in the book I do not claim ownership to.

  “Love is an irresistible desire

  to be irresistibly desired”

  - Robert Frost

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  Contents

  Licensing ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 1

  Chapter 1 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 3

  Chapter 2 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 14

  Chapter 3 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 25

  Chapter 4 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 35

  Chapter 5 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 44

  Chapter 6 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 55

  Chapter 7 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- 66

  Chapter 8 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 77

  Chapter 9 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 88

  Chapter 10 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 98

  Chapter 11 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 107

  Chapter 12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 116

  Chapter 13 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 124

  Chapter 14 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 131

  Chapter 15 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 138

  Chapter 16 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 148

  Chapter 17 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 157

  Chapter 18 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 167

  Epilogue ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 174

  Chapter 1

  After a full week of working, the last thing I wanted to do is kick off my weekend by attending dinner with my parents. I would rather walk over burning coals than have to sit through another two hour dinner with my mother and father. The only thing making it bearable is Logan, my boyfriend of four years. Since my parents returned from touring, they insist we get together every Friday for dinner. I admit I miss them while they’re away and I do love catching up from time-to time but every week is a bit ridiculous.

  I am in serious need of some fun, “fun with a capital f” as they say, so my plan is to rush through dinner and meet up with Brooklyn to go and let loose. Brooklyn is my best friend and partner in crime, we’ve known each other our entire lives and it seems we’ve become more like close sisters than friends. Our mothers had the same relationship and while my parents were performing their world tours, I spent every free moment at Brooklyn’s in an attempt to escape the maids, butlers and nannies that filled my house.

  Part of me knows I was blessed to grow up in a huge mansion with the freedom to come and go as I pleased. It was fun at first, being a teenager with no one to answer to, but it soon gets old. Sometimes I just wanted a father who sat up all night, waiting for me to get home from a date. I think I was the only girl who wished for a curfew.

  Instead, I settled for a butler who was kind enough to wait up and let me inside if I was too drunk. I know that my parents did the best they could to spend as much time with me as possible, but when you’re country music’s number one singing duo, it’s hard to find more than a few hours a week. Our time together consisted of hurried phone calls and texts, emails and distracted video chat, with very little actual face to face contact.

  I finally round the corner to my parent’s gated community and pray that Logan has already arrived so we can get dinner started as soon as possible. I met Logan four years ago at one of my parent’s annual parties in the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. Logan’s father is my mother’s plastic surgeon and since he does such an extraordinary job of keeping her thirty year old looks, he gets a VIP invite to all their lavish parties. I lucked out when he brought Logan as his plus one. He took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on him.

  He was tall and tanned with a well-built surfer’s body.. He had gorgeous, naturally blonde hair that was short along the sides and back but longer on top. I loved how he kept it natural looking, the complete lack of product made me yearn to run my fingers through it, especially after he had spent the day in the salty water of the Pacific. His eyes were such bright blue it almost seemed like they were glowing, I could look into those eyes all day and his smile was the sexiest thing I have ever seen on a man.

  “Thank you God,” I whisper to myself as I pull into my parent’s driveway and see Logan’s car parked out front. The house really was breathtaking and I every time I see it I feel blessed to have been raised in such a magnificent home. It was a three story Southern Colonial style house built completely from luscious red brick with towering white pillars outside the entire first level and inviting steps leading up to a fantastic porch. The second story has a full balcony and magnificent floor to ceiling windows that were framed by white shutters and covered the entire front of the house. Outside our home and wrapping around both sides of our entrance are vast gardens with shrubs and flower bushes. The first thing you notice as you pull into the drive is a fantastic Victorian style water fountain, the majesty of which making you feel like you’re entering a house in Nashville rather than Beverly Hills. This is the full intention of my Tennessee born parents, who wanted to bring a little Southern living when we moved to Los Angeles.

  I was five when we moved into this house and I only moved out two years ago when Brooklyn and I finally decided to get our own place in the Hollywood Hills. Brooklyn’s father is CEO of The Queen Victoria cruise line and subsidizes her half of the rent until her “acting career” picks up. This allows us to live in a place overlooking the “Hollywood” sign, with an incredible view of L.A.

  “Hey s
weetie, how was work?” My mother greets me in the foyer as I enter the house. She looks as beautiful as ever in her dress pants and silk sleeveless top. She has the same long blonde hair as I do but hers stops at her shoulder blades and mine is down to my butt. I am told all the time that I look like my mother. It’s a compliment as I cannot deny she is beautiful. We both have bright blue eyes, tiny petite noses and heart shaped faces. Our family is blessed with a high metabolism and curves in all the right places. The only thing different about us is our height. She is 5’8” and I, unfortunately got the raw deal, coming up at just 5’3”. After a very light hug and air kisses we enter the living to join my dad and Logan.

  “Work has been amazing! We’re working on this huge issue we have coming up; The Most Influential Men of 2012. Eloise has almost the entire list completed and I get the fun part of picking out the best photo to use for each man and I get to assist in interviewing a few of them!” I’m giddy just thinking about it as I sit down on the over- sized sectional. I put my hand on Logan’s thigh and whisper “hello” in his ear as I plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. His eyes light up, “Well hello to you too”, he replies and gently traces his fingers up and down my back. Logan doesn’t like huge displays of affection in front of my parents, calling it out to be disrespectful, so we refrain and settle on holding hands.

  “Hey Dad how’s the game going?’ I ask my father as he lounges in his large leather recliner, donned in his favorite fashion ensemble - blue jeans, cowboy boots and tight fitting black t-shirt. He could easily pass for a decade younger than his forty five years, with his jet black hair shaved to the scalp a well groomed goatee. He is six foot, but is demeanor easily tricks you into thinking he’s closer to seven. Maverick Livingston only takes one thing as seriously as his music and, surprisingly, that’s college football - he doesn’t miss a game for anything, going as far to record every match to watch the highlights over again.

  “Going great Honey, Tennessee is winning twenty four nil,” he replies grinning ear to ear. He may live in Beverly Hills but his heart and soul is in Tennessee, I laughed to myself.

  “Paisley, I have to know what is for dinner, it smells absolutely delicious!” Logan calls to my mother, rubbing his stomach as he walks to the kitchen.. He can be so suave and adorable all at the same time.

  “Roasted chicken, BBQ ribs, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, green beans and freshly baked sweet rolls. For dessert we have your favorite Logan, peach cobbler! Mrs. Trinton has been slaving away in the kitchen all afternoon and it does look and smell exquisite,” she says, smiling sweetly back at Logan.

  Thankfully dinner goes by smoothly and quickly. Dad and Logan discuss the football season and who they think will end up in the bowl games. I know very little about the sport and avoid the conversation altogether, instead choosing to talk with my mother about my job at Envy. Envy is one of the world’s most popular magazines, covering everything from celebrity weddings and babies, top movies and music, to this season’s hottest fashion trends. Its success is international and I’m thrilled to have finally landed my dream job there. Following a three year internship I took a chance on an Assistant Editor position for Eloise Spaulding, a vacancy thought to be one of the most sought after in L.A. I couldn’t believe it when I found out they’d picked me – it’s such a huge accomplishment for someone my age.

  We thank my parents for a lovely dinner and say our goodbyes. As Logan and I walk to our cars I send Brooklyn a quick text:

  Me: Hey girl! Just leaving my parent’s house. You up for some dancing at Vertigo??

  Less than a minute later she’s replied,

  Brooklyn: Are you kidding? I was BORN READY lol, I am at the house already, my audition for As The Days Go By went okay fingers crossed! I will start getting ready, see you in a few! xoxo

  “I just sent Brooklyn a text to see if she wanted to go to Vertigo, she said definitely,” I laugh.

  “I think that girl would party for a living if she could”, Logan says, shaking his head.

  To say he wasn’t Brooklyn’s biggest fan would be putting it very lightly. Their personalities are total opposites and Logan can’t stand the girl, I can never quite get my head around it though, it’s hard.

  “So are you up for joining us? We can head back to your place for the night if you don’t want to stay at our house”.

  Logan lets out a long sigh as he walks me to my car, "I’m exhausted and I have a stack of paper work to do when I get home." How about you and Brooklyn go out have fun and we can get together tomorrow for lunch?” He gives me a quick kiss and opens my car door for me.

  I smile up at him, mesmerized by those bright blue eyes, “Okay but you know if you want me to head home with you now I don’t mind watching a movie or something while you work?”

  “No don’t be silly, you go have fun; dance until your feet want to fall off. You’ve worked all week, you deserve to have some fun,” with another quick kiss he’s in his car and driving away.

  I buckle up and turn the ignition key. I love my car; it was a gift from my parents last year for my twenty third birthday. They thought my last car had been driven long enough, if you consider four and a half years a long time that is. It’s a white, 2012, A5 convertible, my dream car and a huge step up from the convertible Volkswagen Beetle my parents bought me for my high school graduation.

  Tonight I would have fun with or without Logan. Sometimes it’s depressing to have a boyfriend who would rather sit at home and read Time magazine than go out clubbing with me. I guess it comes with the territory when you’re dating a thirty-two year old focused on building a business empire and not so much on having fun. I guess that’s also why I love him so much; he’s determined to build a successful business to provide for us when it comes to getting married and starting a family.

  When I get home Brooklyn is already dressed to impress in a very tight and very revealing black dress with a plunging neckline and open back. She’s paired it with fantastic black, glitter peep toe heels, their red soles easily distinguishing them as Louis Vuitton to anyone who knows anything about shoes.

  I whistle when she spins in front of me, “You look HOT! I think you’re going to be beating the boys off you at Vertigo tonight!”

  Brooklyn is gorgeous. She has intense brown eyes and dark auburn hair, which cascades in light curls around her face and stops to draw attention to the right place on her impressive chest. She is a good few inches taller than me with legs to die for. They seem to go on forever – one of the reasons, I imagine, guys cannot keep their eyes off of her.

  “Thank you,” she laughs, “all I know is I better be finding me a hot guy tonight. I skipped the gym today and I still need a workout.”

  I roll my eyes at her and flash a little smile as I head to my room to get ready. “Believe me, dressed like that there is no way you will have a problem finding a nice piece of ass to help you burn off some calories.”

  I pick out my favorite white halter dress, the one with silver sequins around my neck. I need something stylish but cool because God knows it’s going to be smoldering in that club. I throw on a pair of silver glitter heels and am ready to go.

  “Let me guess, Logan was tired and insisted we go to the club on our own? I honestly don’t know what you see in that guy, yeah he is freaking hotter than hot but he has the personality of a ninety year old man,” she says rolling her eyes.

  “Well I’m sorry you feel that way but he’s sweet and there is nothing wrong with a man who’s determined to be on our list of Most Influential Men one day!” I said with a look of pure sincerity. Well, I’m trying to be as serious as possible without laughing my ass off at her stupid facial expressions. “Okay! I admit he can be boring, but he sure as hell makes up for it in the bedroom,” I exclaim, winking at her.

  “Oh my God Savannah, believe me I have heard you enough times to know, please do not remind me! I’m worried about you I swear. If you were getting mind blowing sex from Jared Leto than I would be creaming in my panti
es, but mind blowing sex with Logan Sanders? Yuck, I think I just puked a little in my mouth,” she says, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Brooklyn Bennett: always Miss Dramatic.

  “I am sorry, but he just rubs me the wrong way,” she continues, “he is such a pompous ass sometimes, I would love to throw one of my high heels at him and ruin his ‘too gorgeous for him’ face. Then it will finally match his personality,” she starts laughing hysterically, “It makes me giddy just thinking about it.”

  “Okay, okay I get it, you hate my boyfriend, but can you please keep your eyes on the road and try to not kill me before we get to the club?” I ask, rolling my eyes and pointing at the road. I’m surprised her jeep is still on the road, from the way she drives, especially in the middle of Los Angeles’ insane traffic on her way to all her auditions.