Miss Chatterley, Part I: Hungry
By Logan Belle
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I’ve loved Cliff since the day we met. For three years, he’s been my boyfriend and my best friend. But for the first time, something is missing. Sex. It’s been months since Cliff has touched me. And I don’t know how much longer I can wait—especially since I’ve met someone else. For the first time, I feel doubt. Temptation.
Oliver Mellors is nothing like Cliff. He’s purely physical and intensely focused on my body. But then, he has to be: he’s my CrossFit trainer. I know I can’t confuse sex with love. I know I shouldn’t risk love for sex. But now, caught between two men, I wonder: Is there a way to have both?
Part I: Hungry
Connie Chatterley isn’t exactly thrilled about the move to Palo Alto. What will she do in the land of tech billionaires and IPOs? But when her boyfriend Cliff says he needs to do it for his company, she agrees. Isn’t compromise a part of every good relationship? Once in California, Cliff spends all his time with his demanding assistant Ivy Bolton and shark-like investment banker Tommy Dukes, leaving Connie with nothing better to do than go to the gym. But when she starts training with rugged CrossFit coach Oliver Mellors, Connie feels a dangerous attraction to the sexy stranger. And after one shocking moment of weakness, the move isn’t the only thing Connie starts to question.
Don’t miss the next episodes of this four-part serial re-imagining of D.H. Lawrence’s classic Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
Logan Belle
Logan Belle is the pen name for Jamie Brenner, who grew up in Main Line Philadelphia on a steady diet of Judith Krantz, Jackie Collins, and Aaron Spelling. Her novels include Miss Chatterley, a modern day re-telling of D.H. Lawrence’s erotic classic Lady Chatterley’s Lover, as well as the erotic romance Bettie Page Presents: The Librarian, and the burlesque trilogy Blue Angel. She is the author of the novel The Gin Lovers, chosen by Fresh Fiction as one of the Top 13 Books to read in 2013. Logan Belle’s novels have been translated into a dozen languages and have been praised by Romantic Times as “sexy and fun!” She lives in Manhattan, where she is busy raising two daughters who aren’t yet allowed to read her books. Visit her at: JamieBrenner.com.
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She had to lie down there under the boughs of the tree, like an animal, while he waited, standing there in his shirt and breeches, watching her with haunted eyes. . . . He too had bared the front part of his body and she felt his naked flesh against her as he came into her. . . .
—D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
By using technology to accomplish our human goals we end up missing out.
—Katherine Losse, The Boy Kings: A Journey into the Heart of the Social Network
Acknowledgments
Thank you to my editor, Lauren McKenna, for embracing the idea of retelling D. H. Lawrence’s erotic masterpiece Lady Chatterley’s Lover. We didn’t speak on the phone during this one, but believe me, I heard your voice in my head as I wrote. To Alexandra Lewis, you were once again my unwavering, all-in-one support team: thanks for your patience and hard work. Thank you to my publicist, Jillian Vandall—I appreciate everything you do and I know it’s never easy. To Micki Nuding, we needed you and you jumped in wholeheartedly. I am grateful for your generous editorial guidance. Thank you to my brilliant, tireless agent, Adam Chromy: this book was your vision. Finally, this book is dedicated to my fiancé. Thanks to you, I never have to face Connie Chatterley’s agonizing choice.
Chapter One
The night would be a turning point, the hinge between everything I knew and expected, and the unknown. It was a shift in fortune that should have thrilled me, but didn’t. Of course, I couldn’t admit that. Instead, when my boyfriend told me his great news, I smiled and agreed to go along for the ride. Because that’s what you do when you love someone.
He didn’t notice that goose bumps had broken out over my entire body. Even in the heat.
And it was hot. The muggy air clung to the hallway, choking the stairwell as we climbed the five flights with our heavy bags from Whole Foods. The thought occurred to me that we should move the graduation party from our apartment to a nearby bar in the Village, but then what would I do with all the food?
Do you think we bought enough stuff?
I asked Cliff, surveying the bags now covering the kitchen counter.
Connie, we have enough food for twice as many people as can actually fit into this apartment.
He had a point.
Our apartment, a fifth-floor walk-up on Jane Street in the West Village, was tiny. And it had warped floorboards and a mouse problem and virtually no closet space. But we’d made it our home.
My parents weren’t too happy about me moving in with my boyfriend before I’d even finished college, but it was nothing compared to the absolute shit storm Cliff stirred up with his parents by dropping out of college.
You know, we don’t have to have a whole big party tonight,
he said, putting his arms around me. I could think of a few ways to celebrate, just the two of us.
"A few ways, huh? Sounds creative."
I knew he was only half-joking about canceling the party. Cliff wasn’t the most social person. He preferred one-on-one company or small groups. Big bashes were my thing. But since I was the one graduating, I was holding firm on this one. We can do that kind of celebrating after everyone leaves.
His phone beeped. I shot him a look.
You promised,
I said. One day of no work—that was the only graduation gift I wanted from him. And believe me, it was asking a lot.
He let it go to voice mail.
Thank you,
I said, squeezing his hand.
At age twenty-two, Cliff was CEO of his own tech company. Even though he’d been sailing through NYU on a full scholarship, he’d dropped out sophomore year after inventing a Twitter-like social networking platform that he named after me: Chatterbox.
No, it wasn’t because I talked a lot, though I was way more social than Cliff. It was a play on my last name, Chatterley.
It started with a what if?
conversation between the two of us in bed late one night in his dorm—the idea of something like Twitter, but more flexible in user-generated content. Cliff was a gifted computer programmer. (He told me once that he dreamt in code,
and he meant it literally.) He started playing around with algorithms at three o’clock that morning, and Chatterbox was born.
It was genius.
I brushed a lock of dark hair out of his eyes. Cliff might be a computer geek, but he looked like an MTV creation, handsome as a boy-bander with his narrow frame and shaggy hair and Calvin Klein–model cheekbones. Lucky for me, he was oblivious to his good looks.
Of course your graduation means something to me,
he said, kissing me. I’m so proud of you.
He pulled me away from the kitchen toward our bedroom.
Cliff, no—I need to put the food away . . .
I said, putting up an admittedly lame protest. The truth was, I wanted him. I always wanted him, since the first time I saw him in our freshman-year English survey class.
He kissed me, and I melted into the sweet familiarity of his touch, the food forgotten. I closed my eyes as he pulled off my tank top, baring my breasts (I couldn’t wear a bra in that heat). He bent his head to gently suck on my nipples, making me moan.
Cliff told me all the time that he loved my body—that I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever known. At first, I hadn’t known how to respond to that kind of flattery. I was, as they say, a late bloomer, and I guess it took a while for my sense of myself to catch up with the reality of my looks. After years of cutting it short, I’d grown my brown hair long. I stopped trying to cover up the light smattering of freckles across the bridge of my nose with foundation. Cliff said he liked my freckles and always made a point of kissing them.
I love you,
he said, sliding his hand