I Don’t Want To Grow Up, But If I Have To, I Want To Be An Author! – Board Indiscretion by Jessica Jayne

Some people grow up wanting to be rock stars! Some people want to be famous actors or actresses! Others want to play sports! Some want to be on the next cover of Glamour magazine (I must admit I did have this fantasy for a short while)!

I wanted to be an author!

I realized at a young age that I could not sing. I cannot carry a tune to save my life. When my children were babies, they seemed to enjoy my singing. I’d sing “You Are My Sunshine” every single night before they went to bed. Sometimes they’d ask me to sing it again. Now, they seem to snicker from the back seat when I belt out the latest Taylor Swift love-gone-wrong song. I’ve learned to just “Shake It Off.” 😉

I’m not a convincing actor. I don’t have a poker face. If I’m holding a straight flush, even sunglasses won’t conceal my excitement. Basically, I wear my emotions… or so I’m told! I also don’t seem to have the flare for drama that is needed for acting – though I do have it in my writing. So, I’ve felt certain I’d never find myself on the marquee on Broadway or headlining a box office movie. And I’m okay with that.

I could play a mean game of fast-pitch softball in my high school and college days. I was the pitcher for our high school team and played outfield or second base in college. No one loved sliding into the bases more than me. A little dirt never hurt anybody. But the opportunity to go pro in softball… well, it’s non-existent.

And though I fantasized quite often as a pre-teen about being a model and gracing my favorite magazines or billboards, my 5’5” 140 pound body just wasn’t going to make the America’s Next Top Model –type cut.

But I was good at writing. I started writing when I was quite young. When I was eight or nine years old, I wrote and illustrated (I assure you my talent does not lie in illustration J) a children’s book about identical twin girls that lived in the woods. They had many adventures. My parents loved it (of course) and that started my love and fascination with writing (and reading). I could create anything in my head and put it down on paper to make it “real.” How cool is that?!

Though I continued to write, it was not until my sophomore year of high school that I truly recognized that I may have had some talent in the writing arena. A senior-level English teacher asked me to join her creative writing class based on some stories I had written. I was honored to be asked, but a little nervous as I was one of only three other students that were not seniors.

The class centered on short stories. Being a romantic at heart and having suffered through at least three broken hearts by the time I was sixteen, I created teenage angsty love stories. They were a hit among the class during peer review readings and I was told by many that one day I’d be published. That became my dream.

I graduated college with a BA in English because I could not think of a better major than one that let me read great books and write. My creative writing teacher and mentor from high school continued to stay after me, telling me to keep writing and submit something. I don’t think I had the confidence. I was in my early twenties and didn’t feel I had enough worldly experience to become a published author. So, I took my second talent – arguing – and put that to use by going to law school. I graduated from law school, passed the bar exam and became an attorney… and a pretty good one, if I do say so myself.

Then life happened. I met a gorgeous man, who eventually asked me to marry him, so I said yes. We had three beautiful children, and we started living our lives as a family. But there was a part of me that felt like something was missing… like I was not doing something I should be doing. By complete coincidence, I got an email from my old creative writing teacher… it simply said “Don’t give up. Submit something. You have the talent.” I smiled. I revised a story I’d written. I submitted and received an acceptance. And that hole, that feeling of something missing, disappeared.

I wanted to be an author. And so I am! J

Mark Olson isn’t just known for owning his three large care dealerships. He’s also known as a player, at least since his divorce. For a while, he believes he is satisfied as a member of Advantage Insurance Company’s board of directors and bedding a different woman every weekend. That is until someone decided to call his bluff.
Suzannah McCormick is the sweet girl working hard as the executive assistant to Advantage’s CEO. But underneath her saccharine southern charm is a vixen-in-waiting. She’s never been with a man that tapped into that side of her, but she set her sights on Mark Olson with high hopes.
Mark doesn’t realize his single status and his heart are in jeopardy.

Since his divorce, he’d convinced himself that remaining single was what he wanted. It made things less complicated for his two pre-teen daughters. Shit! It made things less complicated for himself. But that lifestyle could also be quite lonely.
That’s where Suzie came in and complicated the hell out of his life. She was the executive assistant to the CEO of Advantage Insurance Company, Michael Herron, and well… Mark was a member of Advantage’s board of directors, had been for several years. He loved his position on the board. Aside from the small amount of prestige it carried, he’d made great friends with the other members, particularly the two younger board members—John Dorsey and Greg Snow. A relationship with Suzie could compromise his position on the board and with the members, but truth be told, he also loved his most recent position between her legs. 
If only the situation was different.
A familiar giggle wafted in from the direction of the dance floor. The delicate sound stirred his cock to life. It stiffened against his black trousers instantly.  After several weeks of clandestine meetings involving dirty talk and hard fucks, he’d know that giggle anywhere. He’d heard it many times afterwards when they lay tangled in each other’s limbs. Turning his head in the direction of the dance floor, anger heated his face and his hands clenched into fists on the bar top at the sight he witnessed. 
Sandwiched between two guys that he’d now refer to as dickheads, danced the woman that wreaked havoc on his single life status.  Her little black dress clung to her trim frame, emphasizing her small, but very perky breasts and showing off her figure that could easily grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Her legs stretched for miles and her creamy white skin contrasted nicely against the jet black of her dress. Flinging her silky blonde hair over her shoulder and down her back, her pink Pursecase carrying her iPhone dangled from her wrist as her hips gyrated against her two dance partners. The taller man dancing behind her slipped his hand over her hip and rested it over her low belly as he rubbed what Mark was sure to be a rock hard erection against Suzie’s ass. 
What the fuck is she doing? 
First, she never came to the Beach Club. Never. In all his regular visits to this club over the last couple of years, he had yet to see her in here once. Not once!  Second, she was practically dry-humping two guys in the middle of the dance floor. That wasn’t her typical style.
Suzie was one of those beautiful women that appeared to have the girl-next-door innocence. She didn’t dress too provocatively.  
She was sexy, but in that way that was just natural. Her bubbly Southern charm won over all the men on the board of directors and Mark speculated it would win over anyone. He flirted with her, teasing her on board days to get a rise out of her. There’d always been a twinkle of mischief in her eyes when he flirted with her that would leave him questioning whether he knew her at all. 
At last quarter’s board meeting, she left him dumbfounded when she responded to his flirtation with a proposition. After mulling it over for a bit, which actually had turned out to be a couple weeks, he called her bluff. He asked her over to his place for cocktails and she showed up. What he learned was that there was a lot more to Suzannah McCormick than met the eye. The rest was history. 
Throwing back the last remnants of his whiskey, he stood from his stool, tossed some cash on the bar, and turned toward the dance floor. He wrestled with what his next move should be.
About the Author:
I am a born and raised small town  Ohio girl, who moved to the Sunshine State after graduating from college. I graduated with a bachelor’s degree in English. What college major could possibly be better than one that requires you to read novels and write about them!  After spending a year traveling, I attended law school and use that knowledge wisely. 

In the journey of life, became a wife and a mother of three children. So, life is always an adventure. 

I love to read and write… obviously! I’m a huge sports fan, especially college football and the Ohio State Buckeyes!  Go Steelers!  Go Rays! Go Lightning! I LOVE to travel… LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to travel. And I love sharing my love to travel with my children. Did I say I love to travel? I love to drink coffee in the morning and tea at night! I love a good glass of wine, especially if it comes from a bottle made by the FOOLS wine club… yep, I’m a founding member of that crazy group!  ☺  I love hanging out with my family and my friends!  Music makes me happy. I’m a mix between country girl and city chic. But I love nothing more than putting on my jean shorts, tank top, cowboy boots and hat and watching Tim McGraw or Eric Church belt it out!  I’m a sucker for a cowboy hat!
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