12/29/2023 0 Comments Marital strife simulator 2015This time the man’s voice was raspier, pure gravel traveling through his vocal cords as even more cliché nonsense came from his mouth. Opening my calendar app, I made a note to message a few of the designers tomorrow and introduce myself. I knew he’d fight it, which was another good reason why I wasn’t sitting at the bar trying to meet men. I needed to do my best, and then I could generate more work and be rid of Tommy-if he’d allow it. Finally, I had the chance to write about something I wanted. I forced myself back to the present and the competitive knot twisted in my belly over my earlier meeting. My preference would have been to push him all the way out of my head, but beggars can’t be choosers. Masculine, with a hint of cologne and shampoo from earlier in the day, heavy on the tea tree oil. My married but miserable heart.īack to sipping my cabernet, I scrolled through the emails on my phone, shoving the mystery man to the back of my mind, despite his scent invading all my senses. No doubt, a bedroom-maybe not even his-or an office nearby. I imagined his tie was wherever he’d left his jacket, thrown over a chair somewhere. I couldn’t help it I had to take a second look. His shirt was untucked and hung over his European-cut suit pants. “Thanks.” He pulled out the high-back stool next to me and slid onto it. I was already nervous enough with this unfamiliar midday tension, and now lust radiated from this guy, drawing all the oxygen from the air around me. “It’s all yours-free of charge,” I said with a touch of humor. I was married and a mother, and the chair wasn’t mine to offer. Just my luck, masculinity radiated off the verbal offender, catching me in a weak moment, forcing me to pardon his bad taste in pickup lines and offer the seat to him. Leaving my phone on the bar right side up, I met a pair of dark brown, almost onyx eyes, framed by a head of tousled coal-black hair. * and you can also include an excerpt (but these need to be more “PG” in nature since I may have younger readers on the blog on occasion). I have to know where my characters are going to end up, and then I get them there!
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