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Thursday, April 22, 2010

A little tease...literally

This is a brand spankin new story, hot off the presses. It's still in development and if you've read the CoC blog you'll know I'm taking a break for the summer to focus on my internship, but I wanted to give you something to look forward to in the fall. And let me tell you, it's something to look forward to. Enjoy your teaser.

“Hi there,” a smooth voice said. This was the first time a guy had hit on me all night. It was one of the good things about hanging around with Jasper. All the creeps just assumed we were together and didn’t dare make a move.

“You’re going to fail buddy, don’t even try.” I kept my eyes straight ahead and took a long sip of my drink.

“Oh come on sweetheart you didn’t even look at me,” he said again. I felt a pair of hands on the sides of my stool, barely brushing against my body as he spun me towards him. The first thing I saw was piercing green eyes staring right into mine. I took another sip of my drink as I examined his mop of reddish-bronze hair, and his chiseled jaw and totally doable body. I instinctively licked my lips, but told myself no. I may be celebrating but that didn’t mean I was a Stage 5 whore.

“There,” I forced the sarcasm in my voice as I kinked an eyebrow. “I looked.” I shrugged my shoulders and set my empty drink on the bar.

“And do you like what you see?” He winked.

“You’re…average,” I said, trying not to let my lie show. He was fucking gorgeous, it almost hurt to look at him. But the words of my mother kept echoing in my head. No one will buy the cow if you give out free milk Honey B. That was her version of the sex talk anyway.

“Average?” He tilted his head and let a sly grin sneak onto his face.

“Average. And to be completely honest, I’m not interested in a one night stand with someone who probably doesn’t even have enough fingers and toes to count the number of people he’s slept with. So I’m going to save myself the trouble and the STDs and excuse myself to continue celebrating…on my own.” I sighed and barely made it two steps before I stumbled over my own feet and crashed to the floor.

“Fuck me!” I yelled, trying to stand up again.

“Well I tried but you wouldn’t let me,” the man said as he helped me up onto my feet. “What are you celebrating anyway?”

I just got a job at Sports Illustrated.”

“Oh really?” He cocked an eyebrow.


“And what may I ask is it?”

“It’s a Sports Magazine.”

He rolled his eyes and leaned in close to me. I could almost taste his breath on my lips. Beer and peppermint. “I know that love, I mean what’s the job?” He started to take a sip of his drink.

“I’m doing a full length photo feature on Edward Cullen,” I boasted, pretending like I knew how much of a big shot this guy was.

He choked a little on his drink and finally swallowed. “And this Edward Cullen, you’ve never heard of him?” He smiled and wiped at his chin.

“No. I don’t really follow sports.”

“I heard he’s devastatingly beautiful. And charming. And great in bed.” He winked.

“Why? Do you have personal experience?” I said sarcastically.

He stared at me for a long time, his emerald eyes staring straight past mine and down into the very center of my body. It was being shaken to the core. “No,” he laughed under his breath and started dragging his finger around the top of his glass. “I guess I just have an inside source.”