Yellow Roses
By Lorie

	"Man, what a day!" she thought to herself as 
she slipped into the tub. Only a hot bubble bath 
could erase this day. Helping coordinate the tour 
was insane, so many details. Nothing could be left 
to chance. Fortunately, Gene and Paul were helpful 
and understanding, but still demanding. After all 
this was the first time she had done anything like 
this. Eric was Eric, trying to be helpful but just 
getting under foot. She knew he meant well but she 
wished he would just ease up. 
	And then there's Bruce. Mr.-I-don't-know-what-
I-want. Ask a question, get an answer, and in five 
minutes get a different answer. ARGH! It's thanks to 
his indecisiveness and the blowout argument that 
occurred that ruined this day. What hurt the most is 
that she was in lust with Bruce. "I guess you're 
always hurt by the ones you love," she thought with 
a sigh. 
	As she soaked in the tub of rose-scented 
bubbles, she thought more of the object of her 
desire. Bruce Harold Kulick. Tall, slim, thick black 
curly hair, sexy dark brown eyes, and those long 
fingers. Mmmm, just thinking what those fingers 
could do to her made her squirm with excitement. 
With this thought she was startled by a knock on the 
door to her apartment.
	"Who the hell could that be?" she asked herself 
as she reluctantly got out of the tub and quickly 
dried off. "Coming!" she answered as she slipped 
into her white silk robe.  Since her body was still 
damp, the robe clung to her skin and became 
translucent. But, in her haste she didn't notice. 
She just wanted to get rid of whoever was at the 
door and get back to her bath and her fantasy.
	When she opened the door, she was surprised to 
see Bruce himself standing there. He was holding a 
bouquet of yellow roses and a "I'm sorry" look on 
his face. That quickly disappeared when he saw her 
standing there practically naked in front of him. 
"WOW!" he thought. With a surprised look on his 
face, he stammered "Uh…I came to say I was sorry…and 
give you these," as handed her the roses. She took 
the flowers and inhaled their fragrance. "They're 
beautiful."
To Bruce, the sight of her clutching the roses 
between her full breast while wearing that see 
through robe was almost too much. It was all he 
could do to ask to be invited in. "Oh, sure come on 
in," she said as she held the door open for him. 
	Bruce cleared his throat. "I just wanted to say 
I'm sorry for the way I acted today. I was a jerk. 
I'm really stressed out these days and I took it out 
on you. Will you forgive me?' She thought about it a 
little and nodded her head. "Forgiven. Would you 
like to stay a while and have a drink or something?" 
If I'm lucky, something Bruce thought. "Sure," and 
he pulled off his jacket. She excused herself to put 
the flowers on a vase and get the drinks. She caught 
sight of herself in the mirror on here way back to 
the living room. Oh, gawd! He can see almost 
everything! she thought in horror. Too late now I'll 
just play casual. She squared her shoulders, smiled 
and walked toward the couch. When he saw her walking 
to him, it was all he could do to keep from jumping 
off the couch and taking her right there. As she 
handed him the glass, both hoped the other didn't 
notice their hand was shaking.
	She sat on the other end of the couch and they 
made small talk the best they could. The sexual 
tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 
Then, at one point, they stopped talking, looked at 
each other, lust written in each other's eyes. Bruce 
reached out for her and she slid across the couch to 
him. Their kiss was slow and long as their hands 
explored each other's bodies with passion  Quickly, 
they undressed each other, desire increasing their 
speed. They came together.
	The next morning, she woke up in her bed. At 
first, she thought it was just a dream, but the vase 
of yellow roses on her bedside table, the sound of 
his even breathing as he slept and his arm around 
her told her otherwise. As she snuggled next to him, 
she thought with a smile, "I better let the water 
out of the tub when I get up."
THE END