Don't Be Shy: An Erotic Novella

By Yanina Young

Ella Castor is looking to make a few changes in her life... Little does she know her six foot four inch hunk of a contractor Xavier will be the one to give it to her. Sexually charged and highly erotic, their love affair will have you swearing it's time you made a couple of changes yourself...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yanina Young
• Release date: Feb 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465758484

Yanina Young

A life long fan of romance novels, I decided to try my hand at one of my own. My first book, Don't Be Shy, started out as a short story that I thought would be fun to elaborate on. My initial attempts at publishing failed until I bought a Nook and found Smashwords Publishing. I hope you enjoy my secret passions. Please feel free to email me with any comments. All my best regards, Yanina [e-mail]

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DON’T BE SHY

An Erotic Novella

By

Yanina Young

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Don’t Be Shy

An Erotic Novella

Copyright © 2012 by Yanina Young

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This eBook is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Adult Reading Material

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My thanks to J.L. for encouraging me to venture outside the box, and reaping the rewards on those nights my imagination got the best of me. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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DON’T BE SHY

An Erotic Novella

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CHAPTER 1

Ella slips the shoes off her aching feet, too new and tight to have been worn all day, and pads barefoot over the hardwood floor to the cool tile of the kitchen. She pulls a large cupful of food for Sasha out of a short plastic red fire hydrant then refills the large water bowl.

God, I need to get life!

She visualizes how she must look at this very moment. While her naturally curly hair swung freely around the middle of her back now, she had had it pinned neatly back and in a tight bun all day because there was no feeling more annoying to her than having it hang in her face while the whole room watched. Her starched white blouse was no longer so fresh and she longed to get out of it. She looked good for her presentation today, impressing her sector managers and their customers with her knowledge and ability to keep the group involved. It came more naturally to her now and for that she was thankful. Ten years ago it would have been a different story.

Though not her usual work attire, she kept her navy blazer buttoned at the waist most of the day, hiding the curves she was so conscience of so as not to distract the group of mostly men in the audience. She made a habit of dressing down at work, which worked to keep the men at bay. There was something about a fit, curvaceous woman that seemed to drive the scientific community into a weird kind of frenzy. She learned long ago that it was best to keep under the radar as best she could. She never wanted to be accused again of using her body to get ahead. Although in her line of business, you needed to have the smarts. Her body wouldn’t be doing her any favors.

Sasha’s bark quickly pulls Ella’s attention back to the cupful of dog food suspended animatedly in the air above her bowl.

You think so too, do you Sasha? Her black tail thumps the floor as Ella lovingly scratches the Labradors square head. Here you go, baby.

Tilting her head from side to side, she attempts to pop the tension that’s been building pressure at the base of her skull all day. Slowly she reaches her hands above her head stretching out her spine, then bends over to touch her toes. Determined, she slowly moves back to a standing position and again tilts her head from side to side again, stretching both sides of her neck.

Ah… finally! She says, as the sound of her relief reverberates around the room. The released pressure sends a tingling down her spine as the tension slowly eases away. It’s replaced with a tightness across her breasts that makes her think about the need to get laid to relieve some of the tension. It’s been a while.

She heads to her bedroom at the back of the small Craftsman house, unbuttoning her blouse along the way. Sasha follows close behind before stopping at the doorway to plop herself down in the middle of the hallway with a loud ‘humph’.

Aww baby, you need to go outside, don’t you? Ella wonders at Sasha’s innate ability to hold on for so long without barking out her needs. Even though Ella manages to make it home for lunch every day, she realizes Sasha is old enough now for a doggie-door.

Sasha scrambles up quickly, her short claws sliding over the high polish of the mahogany floors as Ella quickly leads the dog to the back door, swinging it open with a flourish. Forgetting her state of undress, she realizes too late that the white cotton bra she inadvertently exposed is only covering so much when an older woman walking her dog catches a glimpse of her from the front sidewalk, throwing her a disapproving nod.

Oh, hell! Ella mutters, closing the screen door quickly.

Her head still buzzing, she wanders back to her bedroom, quickly removing her blouse, bra and slacks before throwing on a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her breasts feel heavy against the ribbed cotton, her nipples tight as their peaks push outward. Always on alert even when they have no audience. Just perfect for feeding babies, she thinks, even though she knows that day is so far into the future it’s hard to imagine.

Ella Castor has been on the fast track since college graduation. Her career has been her first priority for some time now. There hasn’t been much time to think about her future, a family and children. She’s been so absorbed with getting the respect she rightfully deserves in the male-dominated profession she’s chosen, the time and effort it would take to cultivate and nurture a relationship would be a waste of precious ‘me’ time. Perhaps that was the problem with her last relationship. Not enough commitment. She’s been working hard these last few years, and while her position as Senior Product Manager has taken much of her time and energy, the payoff has been this sweet house she now owns, and the comfortable life she’s been able to provide for herself. Quite an accomplishment for the 27 year old that was once the ugly duckling of Northwest High, the geeky teenager with the out of control hair and huge-framed glasses.

She looks around her private domain: the lovely sleigh bed and antique highboy, the intimacy of the wall coverings and tapestries, the golden light of day reflected through the taupe sheer curtains, fading slowly as it radiates off the barn house red wall behind her. She’s happy with how this room makes her feel. How the space brings comfort and solitude to her hectic and demanding life.

After putting her clothes away, she walks out into the hallway on her way to the only bathroom in the house and thinks about what it would take to add on. It’s something she’s been considering for a while and the feeling is becoming stronger by the day. Every time she has to walk down the hall to the bathroom, she’s reminded how much she loves her parents’ en suite retreat, complete with Jacuzzi.

Looking around at the gleaming chrome and subway tile, she smiles. This is a beautiful bathroom, surely large enough to accommodate a couple of kids someday. The antique claw foot tub is its best feature for sure. Oversized and perfect. This train of thought leads Ella out the door and through the rest of the house.

Slowly she runs her fingers over the polished lacquer of the fireplace mantle. She’s made an effort to restore the full glory of the wood throughout. The window frames, crown molding and especially the floors. It wasn’t an easy task: weekends of standing on a step ladder with her arms above her head, for hours at a time, sanding off old paint. She was lucky that the previous owner also took some pride in this little gem and did some restoring too. The original built-ins are all intact and it has lovely little niches here and there. It seems there’s always some unexpected surprise around every corner you turn. And the framed doorways are fantastic.

She would really love a master suite. She has the money saved and she thinks now would be a good time. A time consuming and demanding project she can use to help give her life back some focus. Give her something that will really make her happy and see that what she has has some meaning.

She decides to call her big brother John and ask him if he has any contractor recommendations. He used to deal a lot with local labor and still has many connections. Surely he can find her someone reliable and fair.

Xavier Navarro sits at his kitchen table, a half empty beer bottle in his hand. He’s just home from work, having finally completed a job that took him nearly three months, almost a whole month beyond the original schedule. The frustration of the last four weeks has taken its toll and he’s finally able to sit back and relax a little. He was so worried about going over budget and being responsible for the short-fall, but he and his partner Robert managed to iron it out despite the schedule delay. What was important was that it was finally finished. He was looking forward to taking a little time off.

Taking one last long pull from his beer, Xavier gets up to stretch the ache in his back. He pulls his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing a toned and ripped figure, solid and rock hard. His long torso is golden, kissed by the many hours spent out in the sun. His strong legs and thighs unquestionably capable of supporting his six foot four frame. His bare shoulders are muscular and defined, with dark freckles peppering the wide expanse of them as his colorful tattoos decorate the hard lines and curves of his back, right shoulder and upper arm. His hefty muscles are drained and weary after this spell of long hours and short weekends.

He impatiently pulls at the pony tail that keeps his midnight black hair pulled away from his face as he walks to the living room and his answering machine, pushing the blinking activation button. Though he never gets calls on it anymore since his cell is always on his person, he isn’t really surprised to hear the message.

Hi baby, a smooth voice croons out of the speaker. I hope you don’t need to be told who this is, she says with a little seductive giggle following the high pitched tone of her voice. I’ve been thinking about you Xavier, and I’m all hot and bothered by it. If you want to see me tonight, give me a call. I get off at eleven.

His teeth clamp down, the force tightening the muscles in his stubbled jaw, accentuating the hard line of it, the cool slant of his cheek, the hook of his nose. Tiffany. He’d been avoiding her by not returning her calls. She’s a persistent one. There wasn’t anything specific about why he wasn’t interesting in seeing her anymore. He wasn’t even sure that was what he really wanted, but he knew he needed a break. She was a beautiful woman who undoubtedly caught the eye of many a hot blooded male, and has had his attention for a couple of months now. Though they’re compatible enough in bed, where a slew of outrageous activities have taken place, they don’t have much in common outside of it. There’s little conversation that doesn’t include oohs and ahhs and sexually charged moans.

Undecided about whether to call her and take a trip out across town to see her, he walks into the bathroom to start a shower when his cell rings. Expecting it to be Tiffany again he’s pleasantly surprised when the caller ID says it’s John Castor, his old baseball buddy.

Johnny Castor, what the hell are you up to? Xavier says, a cheerful tone in his voice. He hadn’t talked to Johnny in more than a year. They used to play baseball together when they were in college and were pretty close. They both grew up in the same general area and found themselves hundreds of miles from home together. They became quick friends and stayed in touch afterwards, but hadn’t spoken or seen each other much since John got married and settled down.

Xavier Navarro, I’d recognize that voice anywhere, man. How are you? John replies, surprised at how good it feels to hear the voice of his old friend. They speak for several minutes catching up before John gets down to the reason for his call. Xavier, my sister is considering adding on to her house. You’re the only friend I know in the business and I thought of you. Do you have time to meet with her or are you on a job?

Actually, I just finished a job and I don’t have another project lined up for another couple of weeks. I have a crew working a site in Coverton and my second crew just finished up a project with me in Rialta. So your sister, huh?

Yeah, Eleanor. Ella. Do you remember her? You met her once, I think. Tall, glasses, curly hair…

Xavier tries to picture her, but only comes up with an unclear image of a head of frazzled hair. Granted, that must have been close to ten years ago so he imagines she has changed a bit.

Yeah, vaguely, I think, Xavier replies before a flicker of deep brown eyes flashes before him and recognition takes hold. Oh yeah, he remembers now. Pretty little thing, all hidden behind her baggy clothes and glasses. There was a baseball game they had one summer afternoon after college, when he shamefully stared at her until she fled the bleachers in full-on embarrassment. She was a bit younger than he and Johnny, and very shy in a geeky sort of way. What’s she up to now? He asks, a slight prick of unexpected anticipation running through his veins.

She’s an Engineering Manager at Grand North Corp. She has a little Craftsman uptown and has decided to expand. She’s been talking about it for a while now.

Really? Yeah, I can meet her, Xavier says, running a hand through his hair. How about tomorrow afternoon around 2?

OK great. I have a game tonight and expect to see her there. If there’s a problem with the time, I’ll give you a call back and let you know.

A game? You’re still playing baseball, man? Xavier asks, realizing it’s been a long time since he’s taken the time to play some ball.

Yeah, I play in an adult league in town. We’re playing tonight at York Field. Why don’t you come and check it out. Jackie would love to see you and you can have a chance to talk to Ella.

I just might do that. Take care, man. Talk to you soon.

Xavier snaps his phone shut and begins to undress for his shower. Eleanor Castor. Ella. He hadn’t thought about her in many, many years and never even talked to her, but she