It's my pleasure to welcome the lovely, talented and inspiring B.D. Anderson (Brenda Diane) to the blog. She's sharing an excerpt from her new release: My Heart's Obsession.
What if there was a book in heaven that recorded all the ignorant stereotypes humans created? And what if those stereotypes were returned to earth to be destroyed by love that grows between two people? VaLysia Chamberlayne, the granddaughter of a woman who kept house for a well to do white family, agrees to take Mavis, her grandmother to her former employer's home for dinner. When she meets their son, the sparks fly and so does the preconceived notions they have about each other.
"So, what would you like to hear?" he asked, crossing his arms, leaning against the door frame.
Val looked at him and then to the shelf that was in front of her. She was still a little miffed at him for the dismissive look she felt he gave her when they were first introduced. Not that she cared, but he didn't have to be so obvious about it. No, she wasn't the petite little blonde bimbo he probably usually dated. She gave him a challenging stare.
"How about Sweet Dreams by Patsy Cline," she responded.
Matheson looked at her surprised. "You like country music?"
"I like Patsy Cline," she remarked. "Were you expecting me to say James Brown?"
She didn’t know why she was picking a fight, but she couldn’t help herself. She was wrestling with this forbidden attraction she was feeling. There was something about this white boy that drew her and that frightened her and made her wary. First, he was too good looking to be anything but arrogant. Second, when he smiled at her (why was he smiling at her) it made her stomach do flip flops. Third, he was built like a…like a sexy model, except that he wasn’t thin and had thick thighs attached to his long legs. She began to sweat under her clothes and quickly looked away.
"I wasn't expecting anything," Matheson said defensively.
"I bet you think that all black people listen to is rap or some other black music, right?" she snapped, not sure why she was baiting him other than she was upset at her own attraction and secretly hoped that he’d say something to kill this heat that was overtaking her each time he spoke.
"I never thought that," he hissed, walking over to her. "Why do you have to be so hostile? What's your problem? Your grandmother—"
"My grandmother still thinks it's the fifties where you say 'yassah Mr. Gregory’ and ‘yessum Miss Emily’," she hissed, remembering how her grandmother appeared to bow down to his parents.
"At least she has manners," Matheson sneered. "You people—"
Val laughed, interrupting him, glad that she had something she could use against him. "Oh, so now it's ‘you people’? What do you think my grandmother is? Oh that's right. She's kind of a bright yellow Negro so she's not so bad!"
Matheson’s face turned red and he clenched his fists by his side. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to," she replied coolly. "You were thinking it. You're just another white bigot who was feeling charitable and decided to ask your old black mammy over to dinner!"
"I'm a bigot? You came in here to my home with your mind already made up about us!" He began moving into her personal space, bringing his face close to hers.
"Me?" Val shouted back, clearly agitated, yet still drawn to him as she stared in his ocean colored eyes. "You gave me the once over and dismissed me the moment you first laid eyes on me!"
"What?" Matheson replied obviously taken aback. "Are you all hot and bothered because I didn't ask you for a date? Well I don't date angry black women!"
"Fuck you," she hissed, shoving him back. His words hurt her even though she tried to hide it. Of course she felt that no good looking, rich, sexy white guy would want to take her out. She knew this! Did he have to say so out loud? She glared at him. Why did he have to be so handsome with his perfect Roman nose and pouty pink lips? Why did he have to have those eyes the color of the ocean and hair the color of wheat in the sunshine? Why did he have to look like something from the cover of a magazine? He had it all, it seemed; money and looks and just like most privileged white people she was sure that he felt that the world was his and people like her were just second class citizens.
Matheson’s already fractured ego took a hit from VaLysia’s hostile attitude. It was obvious to him that she hadn’t liked him the moment she’d laid eyes on him, even though he struggled with the attraction he was feeling towards her. What did he expect anyway? Black girls didn’t want white guys. He’d often heard that they only dated out of their race to obtain money and material possessions.
"That's probably what you need,” he snarled lashing out at her, “a good fuck… but I don't have a paper bag available to put over your head when I do it!"
The words came out of his mouth before he could think in an attempt to mask his own hurt feelings. He loved Mavis and this woman was her grandchild and it was obvious that she despised him and thought herself above him. She had labeled him a bigot while she didn’t know anything about him. It appalled him that while he felt the stirrings of attraction toward her, she felt nothing but disgust towards him and now the whole evening was turning into a disaster. He had been hopeful just moments before, and now things had gone quickly downhill.
He heard Val catch her breath at his remark and realized that he had all but called her ugly to her face! Tears stung the corner of her eyes, though he could see that she tried to hide them.
“So you think I’m ugly,” she snapped angrily going into a rant she’d perfected since her childhood. “Why, because my skin is dark and I don’t have long flowing hair? No I’m not light, bright and damn near white. No, I’m not a size two and my lips are full! So what! How dare you talk to me like that? You white people are a trip! You have your own standard of beauty and I know it doesn’t include any dark skinned, kinky headed, thick lipped black woman like me! Well I’m not going to stay and take your dismissive, bigoted comments another moment!”
“Now wait just a damn minute!” Matheson growled, not believing the words that had spilled from her lips. How dare she put words in his mouth! He hadn’t been thinking that way at all! In fact, it was all he could do to resist taking her in his arms.
"I'm getting the hell out of here," she announced, shoving past him walking towards the door.
Matheson instantly regretted his earlier outburst and he had seen the pain on her face even though it had only lasted a few seconds. Why had he let her get to him like that? She wasn't ugly, in fact he thought that she was pretty despite her bad attitude and he knew that he’d reacted negatively towards her because of the way she’d treated him. He felt that she had looked at him as if he was dirt under her shoe and treated him with contempt. However, he knew that her behavior towards him was not an acceptable reason for his own bad behavior.
"Wait a minute," he said following her as she walked off, quickly grabbing her arm.
"Let me go, asshole," she said struggling to pull free. He turned her around to face him, his hands on her shoulders.
"No, not until I apologize—"
"Fuck your apology," she hissed trying to yank free from his hold, but he held onto her.
"I see you use that word a lot. Are you trying to tell me something?" he countered, pulling her closer. He could smell her scent and couldn’t contain his satisfied smile. Now for the first time he’d met a woman whose scent had him panting like a young adolescent. His desire to pull her even closer was overwhelming and he wished that things hadn’t turned out this way. It took all his will power not to bury his nose in her neck and inhale more of her scent.
"You arrogant bastard!" she snapped. "I think I need more than the three to four inches you have to offer me!"
His smile disappeared and anger consumed him once again. Is that what she thought? He’d heard it said that black men were much more endowed than white men, but he had more to offer a woman than just three inches! The nerve of this woman! Before he knew what he was doing, Matheson grabbed her by the hand and rubbed it against his groin. "I got your three to four; how about seven to eight?"
VaLysia gasped at his boldness and drew her hand back as if it had been burned. Without considering the consequences, he quickly pulled her into his arms kissing her soundly. She struggled for a moment, but then Matheson was surprised when she began kissing him back, and what a kiss it was. Her lips were soft and sweet and she tasted like the wine they’d had for dinner. He’d never kissed a black woman before and he had to admit that he liked the way this one felt in his arms, plus she smelled divine. He felt his body responding to her, and groaned in pleasure, surprised at his own arousal and how well she fitted against him. His tongue sought hers and she responded enthusiastically as their tongues dueled. He heard her groan and her arms came around his neck in surrender.
"What the devil is going on in here?" Gregory yelled opening the door of the music room. "I could hear screaming all the way down the hall!"
Matheson and Valysia quickly jumped apart like two guilty children. Matheson positioned himself in front of her and out of his father’s view. He knew that he was about to get a good tongue lashing from his father and his mother once Val told them how he’d behaved. He was somewhat ashamed of his actions and braced himself for the consequences.
"We were just arguing over which one of Patsy Cline's songs we liked the best," Val lied stepping around him. "I guess things got out of hand, right Matheson?" She looked at him stretching her eyes for confirmation.
Her lie was totally unexpected and he cleared his throat and looked at his father, his mother and Mavis standing close behind them.
"Yeah, that's right. Sorry if we got too loud," he replied still shocked at the lie VaLysia had told.
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B.D. Anderson (Brenda Diane) loves to write romance with an underlying Christian theme. She is married with two adult children and lives in Richmond, Virginia.
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