Virginia Templeton Stories

By Marsha Casper Cook

The three stories in the book are about the main character, Virginia Templeton, and her men. She is a female version of the Billionaire man. One man is never enough. She wants more than just wealth she wants power and definitely isn’t waiting for a man to make her happy. Every man she becomes involved with is better than the next. Her tosses are another women’s gain.

These stories touch on the secret desires for power and seduction that many women feel they must hide. A delightful romp on many levels, while also glorifying a strong and powerful woman who is ruthless in her pursuits. Great beach read and defiantly suitable for escape.

More coming soon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marsha Casper Cook
• Release date: Jul 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463695944

Marsha Casper Cook

Marsha is a Chicago author as well as a screenwriter and radio show personality on Blog Talk Radio. She has been doing radio shows for the last ten years and she now produces all of the shows on Michigan Avenue Media. Inc. Marsha's group discussions are about writing and publishing. She also does special shows on many current issues but her passion has always been to help authors and screenwriters finish their projects.Marsha's Children's Books:The Busy Bus - also Audio BookNo Clues No Shoes - also AudioThe Magical Leaping Lizard - also AudioSnack Attack -also AudioI Wish I Was A Brownie- also AudioNon Fiction:To LifeFiction :Love ChangesGuilty PleasuresVirginia Templeton StoriesRomantic Comedies :It's Never Too late For LoveGrand Central Station

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Virginia Templeton Stories

Marsha Casper Cook

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Copyright 2018, Marsha Casper Cook

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Acknowledgements

Thank you to all my friends and family for always being there for me and a very special thank you to my Editor Jeff Fleischer and to Robin from Fideli Publishing and Bethany Cross thank you for all your help.  

STORY ONE

Every Man Wants Her

Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.

— Marilyn Monroe

Chapter One

Virginia Templeton arrived at her psychiatrist’s office, ten minutes late as usual. She was always late, as she rather enjoyed a grand entrance. Virginia was beautiful and knew it, tall and graceful, with hips tapering into long, slender legs. A body to die for, as they say. All heads turned when Virginia entered a room; women wanted to be her, and men just wanted her.

She was just as sexy dressed as she was undressed, as she absolutely loved fashion. Her favorite expression was shop until you drop, and she did just that. Virginia loved expensive clothes and shoes—oh, how she loved shoes—and accessorized every outfit. She didn’t look at price tags and, luckily, she didn’t need to.

Virginia’s image didn’t allow her to be all smiles or say nice things, as she preferred to play the misunderstood diva and use her good looks for favors. People didn’t cross the line with Virginia often and, when they did, her wrath was like nobody else’s.

Nicholas Waters, her psychiatrist, sat behind his desk, waiting for Virginia to make the first move. Sometimes she didn’t speak during her sessions, instead just walking back and forth, angered that she was wasting her time in sessions that she loathed. The only reason she had even agreed to see a doctor was because her deceitful husband made that a provision in their ongoing divorce proceedings. She wanted every last dime she felt she had earned in their ten-year marriage. She had smiled when she had to, and undressed when her husband wanted her. A small price to pay for getting anything and everything she wanted.

Virginia thought that Nicholas wasn’t paying attention to her, which really pissed her off. Even though he was just her psychiatrist, it was still important to her that he pay attention. Little did Virginia know that Nicholas couldn’t concentrate on anything else when she was near him.

Nicholas Waters was bound by an ethical code to avoid involving himself with his patients. But in his mind, they were just fantasies. Desiring a woman and actually acting upon his desire were two different things, and his fantasies usually went away after a visit or two. Virginia Templeton was a different case. He knew it, she knew it, and so did anyone who had ever come in contact with her.

She had been looking at him from the moment she arrived, but didn’t say a word. Nicholas sometimes wondered if she knew how much he wanted her. He would imagine himself lying next to her, consuming every inch of her sensuous body. Kissing her, touching her breasts, wondering how he could make her happy. She was filled with desire — and, sometimes, quite a bit of rage — but that didn’t stop Nicholas from having tight control of his mind every time she came for a visit. He was her psychiatrist, and that was the way it had to stay … for now.

He was also a married man and, regardless of his unhappiness, he had remained married to the same woman for more than twenty years. When Nicholas met Carmella, he was a struggling medical student with loans, minutes away from personal bankruptcy. She was beautiful, with vibrant red hair and a sweet smile that usually presented her in a glamorous, but guarded, light. Love never entered the picture. Her family was very wealthy and highly visible. He knew she was the solution to his financial problems.

Carmella’s main flaw was that she usually had a drink in her hand at eight in the morning and continued drinking until very late at night. She never wanted sex with him. That didn’t mean she didn’t like sex; she just didn’t like sex with her husband. For his part, Nicholas didn’t care about love or sex until he met Virginia.

From the very moment Virginia Templeton walked into his office, attitude and all, he was hooked. He had never felt such a strong, passionate connection to anyone. Actually, he never questioned his life as much as he did once Virginia Templeton became his patient.

A friend of his had referred her, and Nicholas reluctantly took her on as a patient because he felt doing otherwise might put her on the edge of doing something horrible. She came in with a lot of hatred and, whether she admitted it or not, he sometimes thought they made a breakthrough. A patient who didn’t want help never got better, but he felt she could make progress by increasing her visits to his office.

Nicholas watched Virginia, waiting until she was ready to start. It always took her a little bit, as she prepared to start the sessions in her own way.

After strutting around the office, Virginia kicked off her leopard, four-inch Stuart Weitzman pumps and sat her ass right smack in the middle of Nicholas’s desk. She was wearing a very tight, black leather skirt, and a see-through, white lace shirt. Because she was all leg when she crossed them, which she liked to do, Nicholas could see her black lace panties and the tiny rose tattoo on her upper right thigh.

So, Nick, where shall I begin today? Nicholas didn’t answer, and that angered her more than he knew. What the fuck? Help me out here, Doc. I need some answers.

For months, everything Nicholas had tried had completely pissed her off. At that moment, he felt she might be ready for a breakthrough, and quietly let her continue. Okay, let me tell you what happened last night, she went on. Slater, my loving, sweet jerk of a husband was out of town. I got in my car, went right back to my old stomping grounds, drank too much, and fucked a whole lot of times. Since you didn’t ask who I was with, let me tell you. Two men were in my bed last night. One was very tall, with dark curly hair. The other was very short with a long blonde ponytail, kind of a freaky looking guy. One was on my right and one was on my left. What do you think about that?

Nicholas began to write notes. All thoughts of him having a conversation with his patient were off the board for now. He was so busy picturing the details that he couldn’t really concentrate. He was so far away from where he should be ethically that he stopped himself, took a breath, and then continued with his notes.

Virginia took full advantage of the moment, as she quickly scooted off his desk and proceeded to strut around the office. Wow, Doc, when did you get that picture-perfect plant? She didn’t actually give a shit about the plant on the floor; she just wanted Nicholas to enjoy the view as she leaned down to touch it. Follow me, Doc. Bending down even lower, she spread her legs, once again exposing her lace-covered bottom. Then, just as quickly as she had lowered herself, she stood up, turned around, and smiled beautifully.

You know, Nick, you’re such a bore. You just sit there and write and write and write. Come on. Say something. Do you ever answer your patients, or do you like to totally piss them off? If that was your intention, it worked. You win. I’m totally pissed off.

Nicholas could sense her anger boiling over, and watched in anticipation that Virginia might actually be feeling something. She was just about to explode; he knew it, but chose not to stop it from happening. Sometimes that was all a patient needed to break through the barriers they’d surrounded themselves with. He also had to keep reminding himself of what was ethical. He was in danger of crossing the line, and he knew it. He hoped his feelings weren’t transparent to Virginia.

I hate boring men, she continued, as