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March 21, 2016
Tuesday Tales in the Mirror...what would you see?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the reflective word- mirror. This will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.
Releasing a long exhale, Cameron took his time with one simple sentence. “Sheila wants to move back to the East Coast when I finish school. She’s actually looking for jobs out there.”
Suddenly, this girl angered me, taking advantage of Cameron’s emotions. He was too much a gentleman to tell her no. “What about your job? Seems to me it should be up to you, since you’re gonna be a doctor.”
“I can get a job just about anywhere. There’s always a need for physicians.”
“Don’t you have to take state license exams or something to practice medicine in different states? That test can’t be too easy.”
“You’re right, most states require separate testing, but there’s some reciprocity too.” Running his hand through his hair, he appeared contrite. “We haven’t figured it all out yet.”
“I guess I never thought you’d want to move away from your family and uproot again.”
“I’m flexible, and learning to compromise.”
I was such an idiot. This girl wasn’t just a fling or a young romance, she was his fiancée for crying out loud. Of course, he would be willing to make some life adjustments for her. Damn, he could probably do quite well practicing medicine out in some big city. “I’m proud of you.”
What a condescending thing to say.
“Enough about me, how about you? I never asked what your career was?”
Smoothly transitioning out of the fire, Cameron turned the conversation back to me again. I truly didn’t want to be the focus, yet here I was. “I became a teacher. Of course, I’m on a leave of absence for a while.”
“I bet you’re a wonderful teacher. You’ve always been full of energy and imagination. Those kids are lucky.”
If I hadn’t known Cameron for so long, even with the years apart, I’d think he was pouring on the charm. “My job keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure. Most days are good ones, and some of my students are so sweet.”
I missed the daily interaction I had with my students. The mother hen in me desired the happy faces and eager minds of the kids I considered my own from nine to three thirty each day. “I teach second grade. Some of the ideas they come up with are brilliant and I forget how good kids are at problem solving. They don’t make the world so complicated. With them I see the innocence we all used to live by.” Thinking about them made me want to smile, but, somehow I still couldn’t. “I wanted to go back to college for my post-graduate degree. I’m not going to do that now.”
“You might not do it now, or anytime in the near future. But, you’ll find that drive again.” Nodding, Cameron revealed his confidence I would return to a state of dynamic normal rather than the feeble version I found myself operating by.
Good thing he was probably moving away. I was sure I’d let him down. I was ready for him to leave my room so I could be alone. Any talk about the future reminded me of everything I lost. “I’m getting tired…”
“Sure thing, take a nap. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Turning over, as much as I could in that bed, I faced the opposite wall and said as much as I could. “Okay.” Good thing there wasn't a mirror in my hospital room, I could see just how wretched I looked. I wasn’t in the mood for visual proof of my internal struggle.
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March 15, 2016
Tuesday Tales to Grab You
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the diverse word- grab. This will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.
“You’re in a very bleak place. On one hand, you deserve the right to mourn the loss of Billy. He was your world, your partner, the one you planned to conquer the world with. But, on the other hand, you have a baby growing inside who already loves you. You are his, or her, entire world. With this little person, your priorities change from your own needs to the baby’s needs. You’ve got to be there one hundred percent, taking all the responsibility of mother and father. It’s not a task for the faint of heart. Not everyone could do it.” Was this some kind of reverse psychology bullshit? “Thank you Captain Obvious. I thought I had some obscenely huge tumor in my stomach.” “Stop, you’re just as feisty as when we were kids. You know what I meant.” “I’m not really sure I do know. I haven’t seen you in what…fifteen years? How much could you know about me as an adult? You knew me as some kid eons ago.” “We were best friends forever, then, you were my girlfriend. You were my first love, really.” My stomach gurgled and did a small whoop-tee-do, like going over hills really fast in a car. My brain quickly reprimanded my emotions with how shitty my reaction was. I wasn’t gonna minimize Billy in any way, shape, or form. “Oh, good grief, that was years ago. We were stupid kids.” “We were best friends forever, how could you forget?” “Because you up and left me, do you remember that? How long did we write each other, huh? Maybe six months before we both got too busy to give a damn. We grew up without each other. The heart forgets.” “My heart never forgot you.” A rescue ship drifted into view from my deserted island, I wasn’t alone. Relief settled my nerves, calming my blues. Closing my eyes, balling my hands into fists, I strongly rejected the peace Cameron offered. My husband just died for Christ’s sake. “Are you fucking making a pass at me? That’s low.” “No, I’m not making any passes. I’m engaged to someone. I was only trying to give you some comfort, talk about something happy. I wanted you to know I never forgot our friendship.” Looking down, he gripped his hands together awkwardly. He was engaged? A million thoughts entered my mind all at once. Relief washed over the worry he was making a move on me. I was glad to know he remained gallant in this world sometimes blackened with self-indulgence. Yet, a small twinge of regret poked at my consciousness, like not finding the prize egg during childhood hunts, even though my basket was abundantly full. My life had been abundantly full, when he just happened to stroll back into it as the earth shattered. “I’m sorry, I was being a jerk. Congratulations on the engagement, she’s a lucky girl.” “I’m the lucky one, I gotta admit.” Standing, he smiled his irresistible crooked grin. “I’m on rotation here for several more weeks. I’d like to check on you, if that’s okay.” Here was someone not part of the world that had imploded. Maybe he was just the person to talk to, remind me of happier times. Even though I doubted I’d ever be fully happy again, he could help pass these miserable days until the baby arrived. I had nothing to grab onto, everything felt like gelatin as my life rope. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of grab Tuesday Tales Main Page
“You’re in a very bleak place. On one hand, you deserve the right to mourn the loss of Billy. He was your world, your partner, the one you planned to conquer the world with. But, on the other hand, you have a baby growing inside who already loves you. You are his, or her, entire world. With this little person, your priorities change from your own needs to the baby’s needs. You’ve got to be there one hundred percent, taking all the responsibility of mother and father. It’s not a task for the faint of heart. Not everyone could do it.” Was this some kind of reverse psychology bullshit? “Thank you Captain Obvious. I thought I had some obscenely huge tumor in my stomach.” “Stop, you’re just as feisty as when we were kids. You know what I meant.” “I’m not really sure I do know. I haven’t seen you in what…fifteen years? How much could you know about me as an adult? You knew me as some kid eons ago.” “We were best friends forever, then, you were my girlfriend. You were my first love, really.” My stomach gurgled and did a small whoop-tee-do, like going over hills really fast in a car. My brain quickly reprimanded my emotions with how shitty my reaction was. I wasn’t gonna minimize Billy in any way, shape, or form. “Oh, good grief, that was years ago. We were stupid kids.” “We were best friends forever, how could you forget?” “Because you up and left me, do you remember that? How long did we write each other, huh? Maybe six months before we both got too busy to give a damn. We grew up without each other. The heart forgets.” “My heart never forgot you.” A rescue ship drifted into view from my deserted island, I wasn’t alone. Relief settled my nerves, calming my blues. Closing my eyes, balling my hands into fists, I strongly rejected the peace Cameron offered. My husband just died for Christ’s sake. “Are you fucking making a pass at me? That’s low.” “No, I’m not making any passes. I’m engaged to someone. I was only trying to give you some comfort, talk about something happy. I wanted you to know I never forgot our friendship.” Looking down, he gripped his hands together awkwardly. He was engaged? A million thoughts entered my mind all at once. Relief washed over the worry he was making a move on me. I was glad to know he remained gallant in this world sometimes blackened with self-indulgence. Yet, a small twinge of regret poked at my consciousness, like not finding the prize egg during childhood hunts, even though my basket was abundantly full. My life had been abundantly full, when he just happened to stroll back into it as the earth shattered. “I’m sorry, I was being a jerk. Congratulations on the engagement, she’s a lucky girl.” “I’m the lucky one, I gotta admit.” Standing, he smiled his irresistible crooked grin. “I’m on rotation here for several more weeks. I’d like to check on you, if that’s okay.” Here was someone not part of the world that had imploded. Maybe he was just the person to talk to, remind me of happier times. Even though I doubted I’d ever be fully happy again, he could help pass these miserable days until the baby arrived. I had nothing to grab onto, everything felt like gelatin as my life rope. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of grab Tuesday Tales Main Page
March 7, 2016
Tuesday Tales and a Picture is Worth 300 Words
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to a photo prompt. As usual, we only have 300 words to accompany the visual prompt. We had a few images to choose from, giving a little more creative freedom.I chose the following picture, as it fit in better with my 300 word snippet. This will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.
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March 1, 2016
Tuesday Tales, From the Hip
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the diverse word- hip. This will be an excerpt from Twister Fate, a new WIP for a new romance contemporary.
“I heard them, you know, the rescue team – Billy included.” I looked at Cameron sitting, waiting patiently for my next words. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go any further. When I didn’t speak, he smiled this get out of jail free card, silent proof he wasn’t forcing me to keep talking. Closing my eyes, I released this painful gale hiding behind a dam of shame. “I wanted to tell him to stop, to wait, I was okay. He didn’t need to put himself in further danger, we would be there till it was safe. I’d tripped on something stupid, I fell in the dark, somehow my flashlight went out.” I remembered the throbbing. The pain shot through my hip, shattering my consciousness.
Filling with tears, Cameron’s eyes widened slightly before he closed them again. Clutching my hand, a small gesture meant to soothe became a rock within this swirling rapid river of regret. If only for a moment, I had something to hold onto, something to keep me from rushing away. “I know you’re hurting.”
“But, if I’d only yelled loud enough, he wouldn’t have kept walking all over that electrified ground.” Returning to the impossibly simple scenario made me sick to my stomach. How the hell do people live with what ifs?
“How do you move forward from this place?”
The sincere question became a quest without a map, starting in the dark with no light. Impossibility crushed my dreams, any hopes I’d had for the future. “I don’t know I ever can.” My jaw clenched, despair filled my lungs, squeezing out the air.
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“I heard them, you know, the rescue team – Billy included.” I looked at Cameron sitting, waiting patiently for my next words. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go any further. When I didn’t speak, he smiled this get out of jail free card, silent proof he wasn’t forcing me to keep talking. Closing my eyes, I released this painful gale hiding behind a dam of shame. “I wanted to tell him to stop, to wait, I was okay. He didn’t need to put himself in further danger, we would be there till it was safe. I’d tripped on something stupid, I fell in the dark, somehow my flashlight went out.” I remembered the throbbing. The pain shot through my hip, shattering my consciousness.
Filling with tears, Cameron’s eyes widened slightly before he closed them again. Clutching my hand, a small gesture meant to soothe became a rock within this swirling rapid river of regret. If only for a moment, I had something to hold onto, something to keep me from rushing away. “I know you’re hurting.”
“But, if I’d only yelled loud enough, he wouldn’t have kept walking all over that electrified ground.” Returning to the impossibly simple scenario made me sick to my stomach. How the hell do people live with what ifs?
“How do you move forward from this place?”
The sincere question became a quest without a map, starting in the dark with no light. Impossibility crushed my dreams, any hopes I’d had for the future. “I don’t know I ever can.” My jaw clenched, despair filled my lungs, squeezing out the air.
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February 16, 2016
Tuesday Tales - We Got the Beat!
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- beat. This will be an excerpt from Snow Spankings, a new WIP for a new erotic contemporary.
Slowing the truck to a crawl, Billy bypassed uninjured folks, craning his neck looking for those in immediate need. A private melody continued in his mind, easing his distress, loosening the grip on his chest. Our bodies touch, I don’t need my eyes to see… Dreaming of what you mean to me… Billy wouldn’t ignore anyone seriously injured, no matter how absorbed he was on reaching her. Thankfully though, no one approached him in a panic, requiring his instant attention. I’ll circle back, once I see she’s okay. Relief washed over him, although very little scenery looked familiar. He felt himself getting closer to his bride, closing the cluttered gap over the destruction. Sunrise means I can see you again… Thank God time passes so quickly till then… The few miles dragged by with the speed of a leisurely snail, while he dodged debris erratically covering the route. He recalled when she told him he was going to be a father. They’d tried for months to conceive. Making love never became a chore, even when she came rushing at him with a thermometer in her hand. “We gotta do this now. Give me five minutes.” Shucking her pants, running toward the bedroom, clutching his hand. “C’mon ovaries, don’t fail me now.” “I’m sure she’s fine, you talked with her right before she went underground, right?” And....that was it, before things changed forever.When I think about Billy, I beat myself up all over again...
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Slowing the truck to a crawl, Billy bypassed uninjured folks, craning his neck looking for those in immediate need. A private melody continued in his mind, easing his distress, loosening the grip on his chest. Our bodies touch, I don’t need my eyes to see… Dreaming of what you mean to me… Billy wouldn’t ignore anyone seriously injured, no matter how absorbed he was on reaching her. Thankfully though, no one approached him in a panic, requiring his instant attention. I’ll circle back, once I see she’s okay. Relief washed over him, although very little scenery looked familiar. He felt himself getting closer to his bride, closing the cluttered gap over the destruction. Sunrise means I can see you again… Thank God time passes so quickly till then… The few miles dragged by with the speed of a leisurely snail, while he dodged debris erratically covering the route. He recalled when she told him he was going to be a father. They’d tried for months to conceive. Making love never became a chore, even when she came rushing at him with a thermometer in her hand. “We gotta do this now. Give me five minutes.” Shucking her pants, running toward the bedroom, clutching his hand. “C’mon ovaries, don’t fail me now.” “I’m sure she’s fine, you talked with her right before she went underground, right?” And....that was it, before things changed forever.When I think about Billy, I beat myself up all over again...
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February 2, 2016
Tuesday Tales and Stolen Kisses!
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- stolen. This will be an excerpt from Snow Spankings, a new WIP for a new erotic contemporary.
“Stolen kisses are the best.” Lazily, Tabitha stretched her arms above her head, cradling Alec’s head between her reach.
“You looked so beautiful, I couldn’t resist.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I guess I needed a nap.”
“I kept you up late last night, it’s my fault.”
“What happens when we return to reality? I mean we both have jobs and lives outside of each other. Everything happened so fast between us, how do we merge our days?” An important fact remained that neither of them figured a new love connection in their responsibilities. Everything was dreamy behind closed doors on a day off work or other demands. The daily grind chipped away at fun or impulsiveness, leaving few hours or even minutes to spare. “How do we keep this energy alive?”
“I’m not sure we have an exact formula or plan. People manage love all the time and make it work.”
“Making it work? That sounds like maintenance.” Wrinkling her nose, Tabitha closed her eyes, clearly not enjoying the way their talk turned.
“We don’t have to solve everything right now, do we? I just met you, let me revel for a little while.”
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“Stolen kisses are the best.” Lazily, Tabitha stretched her arms above her head, cradling Alec’s head between her reach.
“You looked so beautiful, I couldn’t resist.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I guess I needed a nap.”
“I kept you up late last night, it’s my fault.”
“What happens when we return to reality? I mean we both have jobs and lives outside of each other. Everything happened so fast between us, how do we merge our days?” An important fact remained that neither of them figured a new love connection in their responsibilities. Everything was dreamy behind closed doors on a day off work or other demands. The daily grind chipped away at fun or impulsiveness, leaving few hours or even minutes to spare. “How do we keep this energy alive?”
“I’m not sure we have an exact formula or plan. People manage love all the time and make it work.”
“Making it work? That sounds like maintenance.” Wrinkling her nose, Tabitha closed her eyes, clearly not enjoying the way their talk turned.
“We don’t have to solve everything right now, do we? I just met you, let me revel for a little while.”
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January 18, 2016
Tuesday Tales, Paint Me a Picture
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- paint. This will be an excerpt from Snow Spankings, a new WIP for a new erotic contemporary.
“You’d look incredible in body paint.”Eve modeled the garter belt and thigh high hose combination for Noel’s approval. A few glasses of wine gave her the confidence to actually cut the tags off the lingerie she’d carefully purchased several days before. “I’ve never thought about it.” “In Key West, Florida, the city hosts this unbelievable festival each year. In my entire life, I’ve never seen so many women wearing nothing but body paint. Aside from the naked bodies, I must say, the artwork was fantastic.”“I’m sure you were only thinking about artwork.” Men always had sex on the brain. “Sometimes, the detail was so amazing I couldn’t help but think about the artist and the time taken for such a masterpiece.”Growing bolder, Eve prowled over to Noel on the couch. “What would you paint on my canvas?” Turning around, she offered her ass cheeks for consideration. “Something in blue, you look wonderful in blue.” Running his fingertips across her ass, he teased at offering a few smacks with his open palm. “Maybe a mermaid, you’re something straight out of a fantastic fairytale.”“All these compliments might go to my head.” Yet inside, the warmth grew. Finally, a man who not only recognized, but, appreciated her feminine form. Noel gave her the attention she’d not received in far too long. “You really think I look beautiful in blue?”“You’re beautiful in every way. Blue is only one of the many.” Leaning closer in, Noel kissed each side of her ass with a lingering graze of his lips. “You’re delicious too.” With her blood racing through her veins, Eve refused to stop and think about the unlikelihood of their partnership. She almost hadn’t bought the sexy outfit for fear she wouldn’t see him again. Why should she waste her money on this man? He’d done nothing to prove she was more to him than a one-night stand. Her rash behavior still embarrassed her. “What do I taste like?” “Joy and the sweetest of sugars.” Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of paint- Tuesday Tales Main Page
“You’d look incredible in body paint.”Eve modeled the garter belt and thigh high hose combination for Noel’s approval. A few glasses of wine gave her the confidence to actually cut the tags off the lingerie she’d carefully purchased several days before. “I’ve never thought about it.” “In Key West, Florida, the city hosts this unbelievable festival each year. In my entire life, I’ve never seen so many women wearing nothing but body paint. Aside from the naked bodies, I must say, the artwork was fantastic.”“I’m sure you were only thinking about artwork.” Men always had sex on the brain. “Sometimes, the detail was so amazing I couldn’t help but think about the artist and the time taken for such a masterpiece.”Growing bolder, Eve prowled over to Noel on the couch. “What would you paint on my canvas?” Turning around, she offered her ass cheeks for consideration. “Something in blue, you look wonderful in blue.” Running his fingertips across her ass, he teased at offering a few smacks with his open palm. “Maybe a mermaid, you’re something straight out of a fantastic fairytale.”“All these compliments might go to my head.” Yet inside, the warmth grew. Finally, a man who not only recognized, but, appreciated her feminine form. Noel gave her the attention she’d not received in far too long. “You really think I look beautiful in blue?”“You’re beautiful in every way. Blue is only one of the many.” Leaning closer in, Noel kissed each side of her ass with a lingering graze of his lips. “You’re delicious too.” With her blood racing through her veins, Eve refused to stop and think about the unlikelihood of their partnership. She almost hadn’t bought the sexy outfit for fear she wouldn’t see him again. Why should she waste her money on this man? He’d done nothing to prove she was more to him than a one-night stand. Her rash behavior still embarrassed her. “What do I taste like?” “Joy and the sweetest of sugars.” Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of paint- Tuesday Tales Main Page
December 8, 2015
Tuesday Tales are Evil...Really?
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- evil. This will be the last installment from Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. !
“I'd never do anything evil to you.” Rubbing his hands together, George kept looking at Mindie, his eyes pleading, asking for chances to be her everything. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Stupid question, her reaction, this situation, everything told her why. How could she ignore the sincerity of his love coming through each motion of body language? “Well, I mean, I know why you didn’t tell me, but, I’m still not sure how to take it.” “I only wanted an honest beginning, nothing complicated, no strings, no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you have nothing to do with business. I’m asking you to trust me, no matter how difficult it may be.” Staring at a spot on the floor, she refused to look into his eyes. All resolve disappeared when she gazed into his beautiful stare, especially when his penetrating gaze made it through to her heart. Keeping on topic became a drunken dance of walking some unnecessary line- a test of inner truth. “I…I really don’t know what to say.” “What does it hurt to give us time? I’m asking you, actually pleading, you give us time to live through this experience. I want your opportunity, all you need to do is say yes. I’ll change your world in amazing ways.” Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead, lips tender against her heated skin- so close to a headache, yet he brushed the pain away. How could he be a remedy to so many parts of her life? Would she take the plunge? This headfirst, complete submission might define the rest of her life. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of evil- Tuesday Tales Main Page
“I'd never do anything evil to you.” Rubbing his hands together, George kept looking at Mindie, his eyes pleading, asking for chances to be her everything. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Stupid question, her reaction, this situation, everything told her why. How could she ignore the sincerity of his love coming through each motion of body language? “Well, I mean, I know why you didn’t tell me, but, I’m still not sure how to take it.” “I only wanted an honest beginning, nothing complicated, no strings, no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you have nothing to do with business. I’m asking you to trust me, no matter how difficult it may be.” Staring at a spot on the floor, she refused to look into his eyes. All resolve disappeared when she gazed into his beautiful stare, especially when his penetrating gaze made it through to her heart. Keeping on topic became a drunken dance of walking some unnecessary line- a test of inner truth. “I…I really don’t know what to say.” “What does it hurt to give us time? I’m asking you, actually pleading, you give us time to live through this experience. I want your opportunity, all you need to do is say yes. I’ll change your world in amazing ways.” Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead, lips tender against her heated skin- so close to a headache, yet he brushed the pain away. How could he be a remedy to so many parts of her life? Would she take the plunge? This headfirst, complete submission might define the rest of her life. Please visit us at our main site for more interpretations of evil- Tuesday Tales Main Page
November 26, 2015
November 17, 2015
Tuesday Tales, I'll Take a Cup of That
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- cup. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
“Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?”Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end?“I don’t know, whatever time works for you.”“I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.”“I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hell did she get so defensive with him? He’s gonna run for the hills for sure. “Hey, hey, I’m just trying to plan our evening. Is something wrong?”Yeah, everything’s wrong. I’ve got a seemingly wonderful guy giving me more than the time of day and I’m pushing him away like leftover fast food. I know he deserves better, why am I not giving it to him? “Look, I’m sorry, I’m being a brat. I’ve got some work stuff on my mind giving me fits, I’m afraid I’m on a one track mode this morning.” The contract still sat on her desk, she’d studied it several times even after Nixie did, trying to find the elusive loophole. “I’ll make everything better in about ten hours, promise.”Warmth squashed doubt as her loins warmed to a pleasantly comforting place of readiness. Remembering his lips upon her collar bone removed the temporary pissy mood. “I’m counting on it.”
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“Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?”Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end?“I don’t know, whatever time works for you.”“I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.”“I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hell did she get so defensive with him? He’s gonna run for the hills for sure. “Hey, hey, I’m just trying to plan our evening. Is something wrong?”Yeah, everything’s wrong. I’ve got a seemingly wonderful guy giving me more than the time of day and I’m pushing him away like leftover fast food. I know he deserves better, why am I not giving it to him? “Look, I’m sorry, I’m being a brat. I’ve got some work stuff on my mind giving me fits, I’m afraid I’m on a one track mode this morning.” The contract still sat on her desk, she’d studied it several times even after Nixie did, trying to find the elusive loophole. “I’ll make everything better in about ten hours, promise.”Warmth squashed doubt as her loins warmed to a pleasantly comforting place of readiness. Remembering his lips upon her collar bone removed the temporary pissy mood. “I’m counting on it.”
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