Its Been a long time, I Know

Hey, There,

Yes, I know it has been a while, but In my defense, I have been VERY  busy with living life,  research and yes, Writing. This week and yes I will try to blog more often now at least till December, I’ll tell that in a later post. Anyway, This weeks edition will be on some revisited material, I have been editing and well having a make-over in some cases. Writers write in seasons and at this particular juncture, I had different ideas floating around in the old gray matter. After a while, it’s good to go back and kinda see where your head was. Some things I liked and decided to keep, some was so far removed from where I am today ( not saying I am a Daina Gabaldon, or J.R.Wasrd),  I will have to put in some overtime on some of my earlier pieces. That being said. Here is a blast from the past a piece called Coffee, Tea, or Me. Written in 2008, I shelved this piece of flash fiction and went on to other projects. Going back to the notes on the piece, I saw there were other people who wanted to see a novel or novella come out of this, and yes I’ve done it. Still a work in progress, I will have the final cut (500 words) of this and the chapter of the expanded storyline that puts the two main characters back together again after several years have passed. and without further adieu, here is for Sir With Love and Coffee Tea or me as the prequel

For Sir With Love

and

Coffee Tea or Me

as the prequel.

Saturday, April 3, 2010
Coffee, Tea or Me – Areana Senoj

 

Libby sat in the faculty lounge on the top floor of the Humanities building. Resting her head back against the brick wall, gazing absently out the window, she exhaled. Where most friends she knew couldn’t wait for the final drone of a lecture long forgotten to end before the mass exodus of students leaving campus for Christmas like rats abandoning a sinking ship. Her desire to remain seemed less than normal, but that was Libby.

“Brown-noser,” Brenda, her roommate, had called out to her as she made her way out in the soft downy snow that fell during the night.

A familiar smell seemed to waft over to her now favorite window seat breaking her from her thoughts. It was that mellow apple aroma from the pipe, whose owner she always seemed to miss by only by moments.

Libby scanned the lounge for a clue as to the identity of the man behind the pipe. Suddenly she stopped her search. To her modest delight, stood Professor Taylor, her English teacher. As she was cataloging his many attributes he turned catching her eye and smiled. Mmm, He was adorable and OMG is walking her way! Shit, too late to run now.

“Libby.” his voice made her tingly and her nipples harden instantly.

“Professor, Taylor,” she said shyly, noticing he carried two cups of something in his hand. Setting one down he added,

“Mind if I join you?”

“No, not at all.”

“I thought you might need a something to warm you up,” he said flashing an incredibly sexy smile.

Other than you? She thought.

He slipped his coffee and set it down.

“I hope you don’t think I do this sort of thing often, but I must be frank.” Libby looked at him.

“I think you are a very beautiful woman Libby, and I can’t let you leave for the semester without telling you.”

“No Professor, I…” her words caught in her throat as he caught her in a blistering kiss that left her clinging to him. She returned his kiss, and he trembled. Looking around he indicated the pantry just behind them.

As soon as the door closed, their clothes hit the floor. His hands and lips were everywhere. He pushed her up against the door, sliding down to his knees; lifting her legs over his shoulders sampling her sweetness, deep within her slickened folds.

Holy shit! She whimpered and ground herself on his knowing mouth. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna come. Oh yes, ooh!” She cried holding him tightly. They dressed in relative silence, tiding up the pantry, eliminating any signs of their early morning “fuck session” and quietly exited the closet. He collected his things and turned to her with a smile.

“See you in class, Libby?” He asked

“Oh yes Professor,” she said breathlessly.

He turned to leave, then added,

“Same time tomorrow, then; For Coffee, tea, or me?” he said with a very salacious grin.

“But of course, Professor.”

The End

That is the short Ill incorporate to the much larger piece now for their reunion

 

 

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Dashing for the elevator, Libby kept pressing the down button. Shit, she couldn’t believe she’d overslept. Panicked, she stared at the illuminated number displayed above that seemed to be dissatisfied with its job and made a show of it by dragging its feet.

 As she tapped her foot she imagined all guardian angels pointing out the virtues of patience. Oh yea, she was defiantly loosing it along with her temper. In her mind’s eye, she honed in on her psychic abilities. Visions ran rampant in her head of Mother-Dearest, Libby edition, trash-talking to the rest of the bridesmaids at the luncheon all about her shortcomings. Shutting down her manic downward spiral,  she vented her anger on the tiny illuminated down button.

“Come on, come on!” she railed at the glowing orb of her frustration, hitting the button like a sailor using morse code—tapping like there was no tomorrow. She growled and gave the brass wall a kick before giving up slipping into the stairwell determined not to be late.

Barreling down, floor after, she finally burst out the door of the first floor, winded, disheveled and nearly ready to pass the fuck out.  Wobbling up to an astonished concierge attendant, she breathily informing him something he probably already knew. Afterall, that is what security systems were designed for.

“…Elevator…stuck…not working,” she said and staggered across the lobby to hail a taxi with all the enthusiasm of one in a hurry to go nowhere, only having to do it quickly.

In the revolving door, she thought of what awaited her and her stomach lurched;  Female bonding time with her mother, Jellie and the rest of her pinched face bitchy bridesmaid buddies from college. yay…. the grimaced. She was soooo stoked to spend the afternoon with them and just think there was a luncheon too. The only exception that made this whole thing bearable, was her cousin, Rosie. It was the only reason she would try to be civil

Sometime later she’d marvel how life, accidents, and destiny always had a way of revolving around each other. Sometimes, they’d  happen over time, coincide like a planetary alinement.  Other times, they happened like a  car crash you just couldn’t avoid. This destiny ditty was the latter.

 She should have been looking both ways, but sure as shit, when you were in the biggest rush, fate ha a way of slowing you down–so was what happened next.

The collision was unavoidable, as Libby dashed out into the pedestrian traffic flow, she went right, the cab she had in her sights rolled on forward. As she pivoted she ran smack into another person going for the same cab.Wham. In a  tumble of arms, legs, and other body parts, both she and wall of muscle sinews and bones, hit, ground with a thud.

  In a totally uncoordinated scramble, they got up. As luck would have it, her purse decided to add insult to injury and vomited its contents all over the sidewalk.  

Not the tampons, not the tampons please God let there not be any. Her mind screamed for her to act.   Bending down, she head-butted the man–wall–SUV.

 “Fuck,“ they bath swore. Libby,  grateful she was closer to the ground, went down on all fours and crawled to snag her cell, billfold and makeup bag. Thank heavens she didn’t have any tampons, cause they assuredly would have been on display on the red, plush carpet in the portico of the hotel’s arches.  How apropos. In a daze,  she watched as hands, a mans hands fluttering like bird wings,  in a rush to gather a pack of tissues and her sunglasses. She stared at the hand offering her something, Ooh shit, yea,  her stuff.  She mumbles a thank you and with all the grace of a drunken sorority girl during rush week, got to her feet.

Bang!  “Damn-it,“  she hissed. Their heads once again made like magnets and connected. Eyes unfocused,  she felt the sidewalk do a tilt-a-whirl, and saw not stars, but teeny– tiny dots, in random patterns in both her line of sight.

She winced, closing her eyes. Oh God, not good, she thought as her eyes still tracked the now colorful orbs, I think I’m going to be sick.  Hands,  those strong hangs,  shot around her–steading her against a very strong hard body.

Libby’s head felt too heavy, and it lulled forward on his chest. God he smelled terrific

“Are you alright,“ his deep voice rumbled in his chest.

“Humm, you smell so nice,“ she replied in a sing-songy lilt, still smelling his bare skin.  Oh, shit, she’d said that out loud,  right? Libby clung to the life preserver on legs what did he ask?

Summoning her strength, she lifted her head to answer in the affirmative, but didn’t get the chance, her world froze in the throat and she stared, unable to believe what she saw–who she saw.

“P-Professor Taylor?” she murmured, just before her legs buckled and she fainted.

* * * *

Taylor Ashcroft simply stared back at the face of his former student. He was dimly aware there were murmurs and curious stares, being thrown in he and Libby’s direction, but right now, he didn’t give a fuck. Scooping her up in his arms, he hustled her into an awaiting cab.

“Is she going to be okay. That was some collision you twoz had..” The cabbie remarked.

Midtown hospital, and hurry, he snapped.

“Yea, sure, sure no problem, the man replied, and floored the bitch out into traffic honking his horn tas he Bogarted in. Taylor gave her hand a pat.

“Libby, Libby are you alright?” Not getting an answer, he flipped out his phone. Maybe David Lennox would be in the ER. His hit up the doctor’s, cell Shit she might have a concussion.

 “Hello Lennox here…” came the reply. Taylor had never one to believe in the power of positive thought, wishful thinking, or just plain luck, but here he was,   defiantly thankful to God, Dave picked up.

 “Hey David, this is Taylor,” he said in the phone on speaker while struggling to hold Libby upright due to the cabbie making like Grand Theft Auto behind the wheel.

“Hey man, how are you” the tinny voice replied. Cutting him off Taylor hastily explained the situation.

“You on call?” he vaguely heard himself ask.

“Um yea, shift just started. Have the driver head in through the ER side, I will tell triage, to come in while I  check her out.“

“Thanks Dave, you’re a lifesaver.”  With that he shifted ending the call and shoving the phone in his pocket. Looking down at Libby, he pressed for a response. “Libby…Libby can you here me?“

“Hey man is she gonna be alright?

Fucking hell could the guy just let him have a minute to see for himself. “Yea, she just took a hit, so can you like watch the road, for Christ’s sake“

“Ahh,  forget about it, I got this, you just hang on and to her too.“

With that, the Mario Andretti wanna-be, punched it radioing to a “friend” in the CPD he had an emergency along with his cab number. Glancing back down Taylor squeezed her hand all but willing her to moan or something “Libby, can you hear me sweetheart?”

What the fuck was he saying? Sweetheart? Fuck it, he didn’t care about that right now. All he was concerned with was her condition. He shuttered as thoughts of a possible concussion or subdural hematoma danced in his head.

As if she heard his silent prayer,  her lids fluttered and she stared right up at him. Those warm honey colored eyes held his gaze as sure as her hand was in his.

“Professor Taylor…”   Not really a question but the way she said his name, low and a little raspy,   rocked him.  Her eyes darted around the cab’s interior, her hands holding onto him tightly.”Wha–what happened? Where am I.”  She made a move to sit up and moaned.

“There now, it’s okay. We bumped heads and well, you took it pretty hard.” Wild eyes glanced around.”I’m taking you to get checked out, you fainted.”

The whatever the emotion was on her face was replaced with a panic.

“No—no I have to be somewhere…at the bridal fitting. a luncheon…”

Taylor’s heart froze, Wedding. He heard himself say from a distance.  ”Wh –who’s?”All the while praying to God, that it not be hers.

“My, sister… oh God..” she groaned.  ”I have to get there, M-mother will be upset,”  she tired again to sit up and blanched.. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Hey–hey not in my cab lady.”

“Look Mack there are some flight bags in the seat pocket, Grab one of those.” “I can’t get yack in my cab,” he groused.

“I can’t get yack in my cab,” he groused.

”Yea, yea, I heard you, you are such a Samaritan, Just drive will you?”

Shoving the opened bag in front of her face, he held on tight while she moaned and yea. Got sick, “Shh, its okay, he said holding her hair out of the way till the heaves subsided.

She moaned her eyes locked on to his and she looked as if she were about to cry. ”I’m so sorry, this is gross and not how… ” her voice trailed off “Bag!” she winced

Taylor was Johnny on the spot with a second front and center. She coughed and moaned and clutched the bag closer, as if afraid of it going everywhere. But nothing happened.

“Hey Mac, we’re here, came the cabbie’s shout. That I’ll be…”

Throwing the man a hundred, Taylor hopped out rounding the back of the cab in a rush, and gathered Libby into his arms. About the time a man in scrubs met them at the sliders. The wheel chair was presented, but Taylor was having none of it. Muscling her inside he barked an order to be taken to  David Winslow MD. At that name drop, all the,   Hey you cant and Hang on there sirs, dried up and he was ushered. in

“Hey,  who’s gonna take the barf bags?” Came the question.

“That’s was what the hundred was for,” Taylor threw over his shoulder leaving the cabbie to look around at the dozen or so hospital staffers, one of whom pointed to the red bio-hazard receptacle to his right.

* * * *

Libby came to with a stinger of a headache. Probably due to the bright ass light shining down on her. Shit, she winced, slamming her eyes again.

“Ahh she lives.“ Came a humored voice somewhere in the ether of a dream.

A masked face popped into her line of vision.“Yes. Doctor,“  she mumbled to the masked figure–masked with another light on his forehead.

 

 

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Lessons Learned

As I grow as a writer, I’m learning, an author’s life is a delicate balance between one’s RL (real life) and the real work of World Building, (RWWB) to bring about a product that is both entertaining and titillating on a sliding scale of  Oh my.

Whether it is a YA book with dreams of syndication in its storyline, or a Sweet Romance that may have Hallmark stamped all over it, or a cult favorite drawing from fairy tales or mythological roots, or a modern Erotic Romance or darker shades in a kaleidoscope spectrum where gray is just the beginning.

Life’s lessons and the contacts/fellowship with other authors, writers, bloggers and lovers of the written word, are what fuels my fire. Connections such as these,   have renewed my desire and rekindled the embers grown cold with inactivity and immobility.

That being said, I am making another start to put out works completed, but dormant on CUPs of computers tucked away, or on flash-drives in dresser drawers of despondency and disillusionment. Yes it is time for action, yet I know there will be advances and stall-outs along the way, and I’ve come to the point of my life where I can no longer see that as a bad thing, but to make smaller goals rather than large, as I make my way, back to where I am confident once more. If I can do that, Then I think that I will be pleased with the small progress I make day by day.

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HELLO WORLD: Welcome to the wonderful world of areanasenoj.com

Hi Guys,

Sorry, its taken far too long between blogs–I know, I know inexcusable. But I have been working on not only getting the works in wait, out to you but have been working on two new stories, ONE is a series.

Okay before I go to far, let me tell you, where to read more about books two and three (stand-alone’s) and more updates about me. You can also leave comments about the excerpts you’ve read there as well, but always this is the place for the low down and all things decadent and devious.

My new site is Areanasenog.net and here is the link  areanasenoj.com

Here you can see and read about my books, what’s out and what’s coming soon as well as where to buy them.

I’d really like your input on what you think.

NOW ON TO THE GOOD STUFF

The new waters I’m venturing into Firstly are my M/M genre stories both paranormal, action and fantasy-fiction under my alter ego C.R.Ellis ( this may be finalized later and may just be me)

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My Dom/Sub series will focus on the love and relationships of men, women and a combination of the two, in different love stories xxlVy ir dom sub

Lastly, are my Dark Tales, which evolve around Mysteries, Paranormals, Outer-world, and Furries

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Now you see what I’ve been up to I’ve been for a few months.

I will be, however, updating and posting my more erotic stories here as well as my continued musings.

Seeing you soon

Areana

A New years Reflection: and a bit late

Well the new year  has begun with all its Winter Chills, Thrills, and SNOWS,

and yet we had time to read, Write and think what the up-coming year has in store.

We (me) why I am referring in third person or my as more that one, I have no idea; but i digress

It’s given (ME) time to reflect on what the past year was like

I’ve taken this time look at 2014 in a Hindsight 20-20 of all

the should-a- Could-a-

Would-a’s  of the performances, expectations, and desires of this year past.

in retrospect, I measured and only you can too)   if 2014 was not what we wanted it to be for whatever the reason, I /you, can  make this year brilliant in comparison to the lack-luster glow of 2014

I myself, have decided that what’er  distractions, troubles and excuses for 2014 not being stellar, were just that, in the past.

I’m coming out and publicly telling ( myself) that “No Excuses”  is the motto for me

To go ahead  and do more in writing; and while yes I did finish 2 novels I need to do more, Be more, Live more so.. yea`

I guess that’s my rant for (yea January-posting on February) late- snort

Alright I mean from February on

It took a trip to the islands to get my head on straight and prioritize my life.

~One has too when alone on the beach and in your head.~

And just decide that come hell or hight water ( which they both will anyway) continue to do my duty ( for me )to me

and press on no mater what.

In closing, I am reminded of a quote by Robert Frost and the photo and his words ring so very true.

To me it tells me a few things that I’d like to share.

1) You can’t get caught up in your own head about who, or what you want to be…or not. You have to get moving! Stagnation is death well not healthy- to the body, mind, spirit or your life.

It is ultimately up to you .

You  can be your Bff or your worst enemy.

I write this for all to read, but I am telling it to myself as well.

The only one that can limit you, is you, 

in regards to who you want to achieve in life.

As I’ve said before, you only get one chance around the park, so you better run like a when the back-door was left open.

Each day has its own set of troubles.

Yesterday is dead and gone, don’t  dwell on what’s happened

But see each day as  a new beginning,  a reboot for the soul

Thats why we have the sunrise,

and we must Rise and greet each day.

Just to recap:

*****Leave the worries behind, because they’ve already happened.

****Be happy with what you have done, but down stop there

**Push on, move forward

*Try to not muck-it-up


Remember:

to think it to put it in ink ( or the laptop)

Go on now,

achieve your goal.

Man Candy Monday

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Oh The time of Thanksgiving, is’t always turkey, dressing and that famous pumpkin soufflé, for this edition of Man Candy Monday, falls during the week of Thanksgiving and “BOY DO I HAVE A REASON TO GIVE THANKS. it is a recently acquired crush well one could hardly call it a crush, after all one would have to follow someone well longer than a day, to fall into the “CRUSH” category, right?!?!?! well alright lets just say INSTANT LUST, then.
Here is today’s Pic for MAN-CANDY MONDAY, Landon Falgoust Photo Credits none other that Rick Day, Damn, IfI could only be that man’s assistant and work on some of his shoots….I swear… yea, I wouldn’t get a damn thing done and it would be a very short lived employment opportunity.
Enjoy
Until next time
Double kisses, and hot Guy wishes!

SUMMER SUN, SKIN, and SIN

~Areana Senoj

 

All the makings of a either a good sexy read, or a What the fuck was I thinking last night, oopies; or it could be both when I woke up from my nap in the the head of the day.

That’s the way my muse usually comes-a-calling now-days. It seems to be her trend, that when my plate is full, when will drop by, (like we are going to have our nails done, as if were are ‘besties’), and lay some random weirdness for a storyline, as is she were pitching me an idea for a manuscript to a publishing house. Only problem is and there are several, one, I’m not and editor for a house, two she has not fully disclosed the ENTIRE story, only the premise and a few salacious tid-bits to entice me whilst I slumbered, and lastly, I REALLY do not have the time to do this. (WHINE)

Bloody-hell, why is this always like this? I could be rude, but she may get offended, and never visit me again. (Now mind you I am referring to my sub-conscious mind as IF she …it were an entirely different entity.) (Pause)

Riiiiight

So what do I do. I GET MY ASS UP and write this idea down, and ANY pertinent details that might help me remember this story at a later date. Heaven knows it may prove useful later for heaven knows what

So why the rant and the title?

Well because I finally get to use the phrase that a friend told me I could borrow tweek and make my own when said bff for my female MAIN character refers to their first encounter to the MAIN male character

And after you see who was in my dream, you would say it too. He would make you think of sinning in the summer sun. Here is just an excerpt:

 

Brittany rounder the corner on the way back to the mechanic, listening to Meme go on and and about Derrick when all of a sudden–she ran smack into her. More than a little annoyed, Brittany was about to let some pretty choice words fly about not having time to mess around and how she need to just get the car and go, but she settled for a What-the… and was shushed before she she drop the f-bomb.

“Hold-up Me-me, I know you didn’t just Shush me…”

“Shhhh,” Meme hissed giving her the crazy-eye stare and jerk of her head

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Brittany whispered back, thinking Meme had lost it in the heat, or the three margarita she’s tossed back with only salsa and chips had finally hit her. “And why are we whispering?”

 

“Look over there, by you car…Not too fast. Slooooooly. Don’t be Captain Obvious.” Brittany shifted on her sensible heels and peeked past Meme’s poofy-doo to talk a look at what had obvious struck Meme, stupider than usual…and OMG

It was a second or two before she felt Meme’s finger under her chin, applying pressure, and realized her mouth had dropped open.

Their eyes locked and the smirk on Meme’s face was one that if she wasn’t guilt for ogling the guy and probably drooling, she would have loved to slap it right off

“Mmmm-hum.” was all she said

“What?” was all Brittany could think of retort. Meme raised an eyebrow.

“Girl please are we looking at the same man? What kind of denial cocktail were you sipping at lunch?”

“Shush, he saw us…”

They both turned and it was all Brittany could do to not wheeze watching the man walk… no scratch that, saunter yea… she always read that word in the romance books, but never quite thought she’d know what it looked like, till now. Fuuuuuck. The way his hips hips swayed in skin tight jeans was fluid motion, his gait sure, and oh my Lord in heaven as her eyes traveled up, the rest of him just as impressive.

His lean body was toned, his tee was stretched to bursting over his washboard abs and his outer shirt hung open. His eyes were dark blue and his stare held hers like a spiders’ web, tangling her up–and his smile oh yea, slow and oh so sexy, especially as he licked his lips and they moved. She felt a kick to her ribs, bring her back to the here and now. Shit, Epic fail

“I’m sorry, what?” Meme laughed and Brittany felt the face flush with embarrassment.”

“I said Hi…I’m Mark, Mark Latham, my gramps left me to fix your fan belt…”

Oh yea, Thanks, I’m Brittany Bernard and this is Meme..”

“Melanie Draper, hi…” she said nearly knocking Brittany over, “…nice to meet you. You new here in town?”

“No um actually I was born here, but my mom and I moved back east and well I was just coming back for a while to visit gramps for a while…” His backstory trailed off as he dropped Meme’s hand and looked back a Brittany. “Your car’s ready if you want to take a look, I’ll show you what’s been done.”

Meme and Brittany followed the Tall drink of southern comfort, back to Brittany’s car, but for the life of her Brittany could focus on but a few words at a time. Sure she knew cars, why the hell was it so hard to concentrate around this guy. Shit, it was like someone had removed her head full of reasoning and logic and stuck a raging horny nympho with freaking hearts and flowers dancing in her head. He bent over and there went her lucid moment Damn nice ass. WTF?

He look back

“What?”

“What?” Meme said.

Oh shit she said that out loud. “Sorry bee,” She lied she fanned in front of her face and leaned over looking where he was pointing. Meme let out a snort and the eye exchange was a if you so even…warning, to which Meme, stifled the would be laugh immediately.

“You see here, this was worn out completely and needed to b replaced, it was just a matter of time and things would have really could have been ugly– you would not want this to over heat. Just so happens, Gramps has old cars so I just happens to have this in stock. She sure is a beauty,” he said wiping some of the oil smudges off with a cloth from his back pocket before stuffing it back. He leaned back and the girls did the same so he could put the hood back down with a slam. “You keeping her, right?”

“Yea, she belonged to my uncle, my auntie gave it to me after he passed on.”

“She’s a classic. Has a beautiful body, still the original paint job. Nice.” Brittany watched his hands caress her car and had the oddest sensation run along her spine. She wondered what his hand would feel like on a woman…on her. Instantly her nipples hardened her core clinched. She coughed.

“Yea she’s a keeper,” she said quickly. Trying to change the subject.

“I’d love to take her out for a drive–put her out on the rode, run her hard, see how she rolls.” Brittany flicked a glance at Meme, and she had the same expression as she did.

“I mean if you want me to work on her, I can, if you want me to…it would be a shame to have a 62′ Mustang like this and not make sure she is top condition…” Their eyes met for a second, and she could feel her blood pound in her ears.

“Um sure.. I don’t have a whole lot of money to spend on her…” she started.

“Oh hell no, I don’t have anything to do right now, consider it a hobby till I head back home or whatever. Besides there is a car show in a few months, it would be cool as shit to enter your baby and see what would happen. What do you think? Yes, No?”

Again his Cool blue stare held her warm brown one. She swallowed and caved.

“Sure, okay, you sold me.” His smile was pure sin, the dimple in his cheek when he’d won, that damnable smirk, was lake a promise and a dare.

“Well let me get you run up and you are good to go, that will be $52.50, parts and labor.”

Brittany reached in the purse and forked of the cash.

“I’ll be back with you receipt he said and headed off to the repair-shop office.”

“Holy shit Brittany, what are you doing, making a love connection right here in the parking lot?”

“Shut up Meme, and I didn’t do anything, he was just talking— besides I’m sure it was purely academic you know just cars.”

“Um-hum, you’re kidding right?” She leaned over closer, keeping an eye on the door. “That man is hotter that two weasels fucking in a wool sock in the middle of August… and I might add, he’s feeling you in some kind of way. He’s throwing hints like a bad-ass kid with rocks at windows to an abandoned building and nothing else to do. And what’s with the “wanting to “take you to for a drive,” comment huh? Well its not just to feel the engine in your mustang.”

“Meme!” Brittany protested but she held up her hand.
“I’m not saying turn on the red light Roxanne, but you might want to at least take the blinders off your eyes and look at what he is throwing your way. Shit, I would.” Then she burst out laughing before brittany shushed her as Mark walked out.

“Here’s your receipt and gramps card, if you want to get in contact with me…about the car show, I put my cell on the back just in case.”

“Thanks Mark. I have a few projects on deck this week but I will give you a call um say next Wednesday?

Sounds good to me, I be looking for you call. He arched out his hand and shook Meme’s hand and then did the same to Brittany’s. Then instant their palms met, heat licked up her sleeve and straight to inside her bra. She tingled, and the look he gave her was a much surprise to him as it was to her. Yea he felt it too and she was not about to look down to his crotch to see if he was hard there as she was above. Smoothly disengaging her hand from his she gave a nod.
“Nice to have met you Mark.”
“Likewise, Brittany, see you soon.”

Brittany had to talk to herself all through the steps of how to crank her car, and back the fuck out of the Fast stop repair shop whiteout making a totally fool of herself. Once they were clear and the station was only a dot in the rear view, Meme let out a laugh that Brittany was thankful the windows were down, she was so hot from embarrassment and something else, she felt rivets of perspiration slid down her back arms and between her breast.

“Oh my dearest Brittany, honey, we are gonna have to help you, you have a man on you ass tighter than aunt Fanny’s girdle and your cousin Deirdre’s wedding; what you gonna do?”

Brittany tried to laugh with her bestie about the irony of this situation, trouble was, she had no damn clue what she was going to do with Mr Mark Latham

~end

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