Carrie and Trent, Liza O’Connor’s characters originally from Worst Week Ever, now in the sequel, Oh Stupid Heart, have come to talk about regency furniture, because I do love historic topics. Though I do wonder what else will come up in the conversation.
Ella: Hi Carrie, I love your gown. I thought Trent was going to visit as well.
Carrie: <blushes> Thank you. Trent is in NYC hiring employees. To be honest, he’s still sulking because I wanted to be Florence Nightingale over some princess who dies early in life and you didn’t take his side.
Ella: From the last time you visited me? (Carrie nods) (Ella sighs) Another difficult man. Yes, I thought his choice a bit odd. Well, I’m delighted to have you, and I see you’ve brought furniture and gowns with you.
Carrie: Yes. I’m going to do a comparison between Regency and Victoria eras.
Ella: My favorite and least favorite eras. This sounds interesting.
Carrie: I’ve concluded the Regency era appreciated comfort. It’s apparent in the non-binding clothes they wore and the furniture they built, especially when compared to the Victorians, who in my opinion became a bit masochistic especially in women’s dress-ware. However, you can see the same masochistic theme in their furniture. While beautiful to look at, the couch seats were so narrow, I fail to see how they sat on them, especially when the back bustle became into fashion.
Ella: I agree. Regency clothing was much more comfortable, but I hadn’t really thought much about the furniture.
Carrie: So let’s do a side by side comparison.
Carrie: As you can see, the Regency lady is not only more comfortable, but should find it far easier to undress and make love to the man she loves.
Ella: With a little care, one would not even have to remove one’s clothing. I cannot imagine how uncomfortable it would have been to make love wearing a Victorian corset. how could one even breathe?
Carrie nods: I completely agree. Now let’s look at the furniture they might make love upon.
I’m not saying Victorians didn’t have sex. I’m sure they did. But what with the rib breaking corset, it honestly would be easier to toss her skirts up and forego undressing altogether. However, that means she’s still wearing her corset. Honestly, I don’t see how sex could have been the least bit of fun for a properly dressed Victorian woman, once the corset shrunk her waist and the furniture makers shrunk her seat.
No, in this matter, the Regency era had it right and clearly had for more fun.
Ella: Especially daybeds. They play a large part in some of my books. But Carrie, I notice you seem to be focused on sex today…
Carrie: *blushes* I’m so sorry.
Ella: Nothing to apologize for. My characters talk about and have sex frequently.
Carrie: I wish it were the same for me.
Ella: Is Liza not letting you have sex? I know she was upset at Anna Marsh for indulging before marriage. Should I talk to Liza for you?
Carrie: No, it’s not Liza that’s the problem, it’s Trent.
Ella: Trent doesn’t want to make love to you? He’s not much of a rake.
Carrie: He wants to wait and take things slow. *she sighs heavily* He thinks the reason why his relationships have never worked out is because he jumps in the deep end right away.
Ella: You mean has sex on his first date with someone.
Carrie: More like the first hour, but yes. He’s blaming all his failed relationships on his desire to have sex too soon.
Ella: That could be one of many reasons his relationships haven’t worked out before. But I doubt it’s the main one. His bursts of bad behaviors and the type of women he’s chosen in the past, if Coco is typical of his past girlfriends, would be my guess of why they don’t last.
Ella dumbs fingers on desk: Have you told him you don’t want to wait?
Carrie: I did, but he doesn’t give much validity to my needs. He says since I haven’t had sex in two years, I can wait another month or two. *sighs heavily* I waited because I didn’t have anyone I wanted to make love to. And it’s been four years since I made love to a boyfriend in college. And he was the only one, so I’m not very experienced. *wrings hands* I have nightmares where I don’t remember how do what I used to do and I don’t know any of the stuff Trent will want to do.
Ella: Well, if he is the right man for you, he will take the time to teach you. If he doesn’t, then you need to reassess your relationship with him.
Carrie: I love Trent. I know he’s spoiled and can be difficult, but deep down, he’s a good man.
Ella: I hope your right…
Carrie: *sets her teacup down* I should be going. Trent gets upset when I’m not attached to his side.
Ella frowns: I understand, but Carrie, Trent needs to recognize your needs as well as his own. If you two are fully committed to this relationship, then waiting will only create unnecessary stress.
Carrie: *nods* You’re right. Recently, I got jealous when a wannabe employee flirted with Trent, and he called her Angel instead of Angela. Liza painted a picture of her, which makes me concerned that I’ll be dealing with her in the future.
Ella: I hope your wrong, because she looks like a predator.
Carrie: You should see her in action. I’m hoping she won’t get the job, but I suspect Trent’s going to hire her.
Ella: Did you talk to him about this?
Carrie: I tried. He just scolded me for being jealous, saying jealously had destroyed most of his relationship, so I need to trust him so it doesn’t destroy ours.
Ella: I agree jealousy can destroy a relationship. Still, he needs to give you a reason to trust him. I remember when a former lover of Robert Beaumont’s ran him down in the study. Serena had a moment of jealousy as well, but Robert’s actions, telling the woman to leave, made her realize she could trust him. There was, um, their passionate lovemaking afterward as well. I suggest you explain to him why you were jealous, and tell him what he can to do help.
Carrie: Making love to me would help.
Ella: Perhaps you’ll have to begin seducing him. Slowly, so that he doesn’t think you’re doing it. (Ella looks at her bookshelf) I know I have a book around here somewhere. Well drat, Anna must still have it, but I’m sure you can search on line for one. Carrie it was lovely having you here today, and good luck with Trent.
Carrie: Thank you Ella, and for the advice.
Oh Stupid Heart
Book Two of: A Long Road To Love
Humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance
Carrie Hanson is in love with a different species: Trent, a pampered, uber-rich socialite who’s also her boss. Everyone keeps telling her it’s a train wreck looking to happen, but her heart wants what it wants. So despite the billion and one reasons not to, Carrie commits to this inter-species relationship. But while she’s off being trained for her new job responsibilities, a beautiful ex fiancée is working hard to get Trent back and Carrie fired.
Carrie Hanson couldn’t believe it. Her four year sex-drought was about to end. She shivered in anticipation until a sinking dread over came her. Oh God, what if I’ve forgotten what to do?
Please God, let this be like riding a bike.
Trent pulled back from their kiss and studied her, his brow furrowed. “Are you cold?” He reached across her bed and tugged the edge of the comforter over her, tucking the fabric beneath her body so she became a human corndog.
She wiggled out of captivity and scooted across the bed, closer to him. “I’m fine. I’m just happy our horrible week is over and we can start anew. This time not as boss and an employee, but best friends who love each other.
Trent pulled her to his chest and kissed her. She opened her mouth to his and met his tongue with her own, determined to give as good as she got. His soft groan inspired her to do more.
She unbuttoned the waistband of his suit pants and slipped her hand beneath his boxers, determined to move matters along and end her drought forever. He broke their kiss and his hands captured hers.
He didn’t want her?
She turned away, mortified with shame…and confused. Why the hell had he kissed so provocatively if he didn’t want to make love to her? She tucked her head, so he wouldn’t read all the emotions bouncing about her confused head right now, but he forced her chin upward, his dark eyes somber and concerned.
“Carrie, I have screwed up every relationship I’ve ever been in. I think part of the problem is I gravitated to glamour girls with no brain and no personality, but I would have realized that if I had just taken a moment to talk to them first.”
This was the stupidest excuse she’d ever heard. “We’ve known each other for two years, in which time I’ve certainly established I’m not a glamour girl.”
He chuckled and nodded.
Her eyes narrowed and a low growl emitted from her chest. “You don’t have to be so quick to agree.”
“But you aren’t. You’re not an image of beauty, you’re the real thing. While I have no complaints about your small, but perfect body, silky long brown hair, and gorgeous green eyes, your real beauty comes from inside. When you smile I feel like I’m standing before an angel of joy.”
Now she saw where his thoughts headed. He didn’t want to make love to an angel. She recalled Elvis Presley did something this crazy. He refused to touch his wife after she bore him a child because he couldn’t make love to a mother.
She pulled her hand from his and gripped his shirt as she stared sternly into his eyes. “Do not go Elvis Presley on me. I am not an angel. I’m a small, catastrophe-prone woman who wants to make love to you.”
A Long Road to Love
Oh Stupid Heart
Worst Week Ever
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
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