tactic available.
“Thursday?”
“No, problems there, too. And you might as well forget about the weekend, I’m going out of town.”
“Next week, then?”
“Sorry big project at the Monday through Friday job.” He didn’t have a job during the week, but it seemed plausible.
“I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me, Mr. Stone,” she huffed.
Jake didn’t want it to get back to Mark he was being inflexible though. “Not at all. We can meet a week from tonight. I’ll be freed up by then.” And with any luck, you’ll forget about this.
“You’re sure there’s nothing sooner?” she asked.
“Nope. It’s too bad you’re unavailable, tonight was the one night I did have open.” He sighed in false exasperation.
“Then we’ll meet tonight.”
“You don’t need to cancel your plans.”
“It’s fine. I can squeeze you in. Does
ten o’clock
work for you?”
“Um, sure.”
“That’s great. I can put in an appearance and meet you. Do you know where The Starving Artist is?”
“Of course.” The Starving Artist was a local coffee house/bookstore known for being an artist hangout.
“Should we meet there?”
“Fine.”
“Great, I look forward to seeing you then.” The excitement in her voice made him look forward to it as well.
Jake spent the remainder of the afternoon going through his notes. If he had to meet with the repressed librarian, he needed be prepared. He decided to try his hand at a sex-scene, but fell short, not being able to work past the kiss. The three pathetic lines stared back at him on the screen. Jake admitted he needed a few pointers, but just enough to get through the first sex scene, and then he could handle it on his own.
When Jake looked at the clock, it was nine-seventeen. “Damn.” Jake rubbed his jaw-line; he needed a shower and shave before meeting with Lexi Andrews.
* * * *
Jake considered himself lucky that Lexi was late. Even though The Starving Artist was three blocks away from his studio apartment, he hated to drive. His walk was brisk and he arrived on time.
Jake watched each person enter the café. He was sure he spotted his rendezvous when a small middle-aged lady with brown hair and glasses walked in. She clutched a handbag in her hands as if her very life depended on it. The woman wore a long floral print skirt and a high-necked white shirt with sleeves covered to her wrists. No wonder Mark commented on her appearance. He found it difficult envisioning a little old lady writing anything sexual. She looked over at his table and waved. He waived back. She turned and walked away from him.
“What the—” Jake mumbled. He didn’t come here to pursue some biddy.
“I hear you need a little sex,” a voice whispered in his ear.
The hair on Jake’s neck stood on end as recognition dawned. He turned and stared at the woman who spoke. “Lexi?”
“Yep.”
Nothing prepared him for his immediate reaction. She was stunning. Chocolate hair with gold highlights framed her delicately carved face while large green eyes stared at him. He grew hard. He looked down the length of her. She wore a black leather bustier with ties down the front, a matching mini-skirt, fishnet stockings and thigh-high leather boots. He swallowed hard. The teddy bear coffee mug in her hand that read, ‘Bear necessities’ seemed out of place.
“You okay?” she patted his shoulder.
Her touch burned him. Jake very much wanted the spark she ignited. He nodded.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just having a bit of fun.” She removed her hand before sitting in the lounge chair across the table.
His voice disappeared in his parched mouth.
“Sorry I’m late. I had this party to go to.”
“What kind of party?” He found the capability of speech.
“It was a Bondage themed party, to help a friend of mine celebrate the sale of her first book”
“Is that what you write?” What the hell was Mark thinking?
“Not at all.” She smiled.
“Oh.” He was
“Thursday?”
“No, problems there, too. And you might as well forget about the weekend, I’m going out of town.”
“Next week, then?”
“Sorry big project at the Monday through Friday job.” He didn’t have a job during the week, but it seemed plausible.
“I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me, Mr. Stone,” she huffed.
Jake didn’t want it to get back to Mark he was being inflexible though. “Not at all. We can meet a week from tonight. I’ll be freed up by then.” And with any luck, you’ll forget about this.
“You’re sure there’s nothing sooner?” she asked.
“Nope. It’s too bad you’re unavailable, tonight was the one night I did have open.” He sighed in false exasperation.
“Then we’ll meet tonight.”
“You don’t need to cancel your plans.”
“It’s fine. I can squeeze you in. Does
ten o’clock
work for you?”
“Um, sure.”
“That’s great. I can put in an appearance and meet you. Do you know where The Starving Artist is?”
“Of course.” The Starving Artist was a local coffee house/bookstore known for being an artist hangout.
“Should we meet there?”
“Fine.”
“Great, I look forward to seeing you then.” The excitement in her voice made him look forward to it as well.
Jake spent the remainder of the afternoon going through his notes. If he had to meet with the repressed librarian, he needed be prepared. He decided to try his hand at a sex-scene, but fell short, not being able to work past the kiss. The three pathetic lines stared back at him on the screen. Jake admitted he needed a few pointers, but just enough to get through the first sex scene, and then he could handle it on his own.
When Jake looked at the clock, it was nine-seventeen. “Damn.” Jake rubbed his jaw-line; he needed a shower and shave before meeting with Lexi Andrews.
* * * *
Jake considered himself lucky that Lexi was late. Even though The Starving Artist was three blocks away from his studio apartment, he hated to drive. His walk was brisk and he arrived on time.
Jake watched each person enter the café. He was sure he spotted his rendezvous when a small middle-aged lady with brown hair and glasses walked in. She clutched a handbag in her hands as if her very life depended on it. The woman wore a long floral print skirt and a high-necked white shirt with sleeves covered to her wrists. No wonder Mark commented on her appearance. He found it difficult envisioning a little old lady writing anything sexual. She looked over at his table and waved. He waived back. She turned and walked away from him.
“What the—” Jake mumbled. He didn’t come here to pursue some biddy.
“I hear you need a little sex,” a voice whispered in his ear.
The hair on Jake’s neck stood on end as recognition dawned. He turned and stared at the woman who spoke. “Lexi?”
“Yep.”
Nothing prepared him for his immediate reaction. She was stunning. Chocolate hair with gold highlights framed her delicately carved face while large green eyes stared at him. He grew hard. He looked down the length of her. She wore a black leather bustier with ties down the front, a matching mini-skirt, fishnet stockings and thigh-high leather boots. He swallowed hard. The teddy bear coffee mug in her hand that read, ‘Bear necessities’ seemed out of place.
“You okay?” she patted his shoulder.
Her touch burned him. Jake very much wanted the spark she ignited. He nodded.
“I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just having a bit of fun.” She removed her hand before sitting in the lounge chair across the table.
His voice disappeared in his parched mouth.
“Sorry I’m late. I had this party to go to.”
“What kind of party?” He found the capability of speech.
“It was a Bondage themed party, to help a friend of mine celebrate the sale of her first book”
“Is that what you write?” What the hell was Mark thinking?
“Not at all.” She smiled.
“Oh.” He was
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