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Tuesday Tales:  Get Ready to be Wooed

3/8/2015

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Today's prompt is stairs. It may be in a different form. See if you can find it. I skipped a few sections, but Tonya and Will are in the house together. Will suprises her by admitting he knows she has a stalker. 



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A sound between a snort and a cough emanated from him as he folded his arms behind his head and stretched his long legs in front of him and crossed them at the ankles. “Ya’ know they don’t allow any stupid boys into law school.” His eyes rolled up a bit, and then he coughed for real.


 “I think I should clarify that statement. Plenty of stupid boys get into law school, but they don’t have the smarts or determination to pass the bar. There’s only so much money and Daddy’s connections can do as far as pushing them up the legal staircase.”

 He held up one finger stalling what she was going to say,

 “I bet you were going to mention a certain local politician. Never mind. The example wasn’t a good one. Let’s just say I’m smart enough to realize you’re on the edge about something. Noticed whenever the phone chimes you tend to jump. You’re worried about your job, but Lynne insisted you’re the hardest worker in the entire company. She may have mentioned a deadbeat boyfriend too.”

 The words, which one, almost popped out of her mouth. “She did?”

 A heads up would have been nice on that one. “Why did she do that?”

 Will reached for her hand intertwining their fingers. He studied the joined hands as he spoke. “I think she was trying to encourage me in a backhanded sort of way. I mention something about how you wouldn’t be interested in me.”

Oh no, she could imagine the scene all too well. Someone else might have played it more aloof. Encouraging the man to shoot for the moon and he’s still end up among the stars. The combination of Marc and Lynne listing bad relationships or dubious choices she’d made probably made her sound like a four-star loser. The truth is they didn’t even know the worst of it.

 “You must think I’m a mess.” Her first instinct was to go lock herself in the bathroom, but eventually she’d have to come out. “Friends,” she grumbled more to herself. “I told her I liked you.”

 “I know.” Will brought their joined hands up, tucking his under to brush a light kiss across her knuckles. “I like you too. She didn’t say anything bad. The stalking thing I figured out on my own. With all the questions about blackmail, involving photos and emails, I knew had to be about you. The car was a definite cheap shot.”

 Her urge to hide vanished as he spoke. In his gorgeous soothing voice, he made it sound as if everything would work out. He brought her hand up for another lingering kiss allowing his tongue to slip out and lick between her fingers. The unexpected sensation tickled, made her forget about everything, but living in the moment.

 The doorbell rang No loud pizza delivery car idling in her driveway. Will stood and motioned her back to the bedroom. “Go get changed.”

 Something wasn’t right on the other side of the door. Sebastian stopped in his efforts to reach the dog treat bag and glanced at the door. A reluctant growl was his only response so mesmerized by the possibility of a snack. As the homeowner, she should open the door. Free-floating anxiety pushed her toward the bedroom more than Will’s words.

 What kind of person allowed Will to handle what could be a messy situation? A tired person. Could be a dedicated church member inviting her to their store front church, possibly the FED EX man delivering a gourmet omelet pan that a late night infomercial convinced her she needed.

The door opened and closed, but no voices. The thought of Clint standing on her porch made her tear off her dress forgetting the side zipper and ripping it in the process. Good riddance. A black V-neck t-shirt and black yoga pants replaced it. Her outfit could serve for yoga, poetry slam, or if she chose a life of cat burglary. Tonight, it would work as she entertained a surprisingly complex man.

Barefoot she padded down the hallway unsure what she’d find in the living room. Sebastian had the white treat bag pinned between his two front paws and was in the process of shredding it. It surprised her that Will would let him.

His back was to her and his head bent. His attention focused on something in his hands. A delivery box normally wouldn’t fascinate the average person. Unless, the mystery of a woman on the verge of losing her job ordering unneeded gourmet cooking tools captivated him.  

He grumbled to himself, unaware of her entrance. “What asshole leaves something like this?”
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Tuesday Tales: A Turn to the Alpha

3/1/2015

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The prompt for the day is address. See if you can find it.





The open cell phone in Will’s hand caught her attention. “What the closest pizza place?” He asked with one lifted brow.

 
“Delmonico’s.”

He repeated the word into the phone.

 “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready to order dinner. Pepperoni okay?”

Any idiot could recognize the man was ordering pizza, but she wasn’t sure how he managed to get into the house after she decided it was the last thing she needed tonight with the unpredictable Clint lurking around. “Yes. Pepperoni is my favorite. Banana peppers too.”

He ordered the pizza giving the right address without even asking her what it was. Will turned and winked at her.

“Thanks for letting me get dinner without some huge fuss about wanting to fix me some grand dinner since I rescued your car.”

As if, she wasn’t even sure what she had in the pantry beside rice cakes and peanut butter. Many nights it served as dinner. “Can you take a rain check?”

His eyes twinkled announcing his amusement. His head dipped and he kissed her hair. “I was teasing you,” he spoke into her hair, sending a tiny chill down her neck and across her shoulders.

“I knew that.”

“Uh, huh. Go get changed. We have thirty minutes before dinner. Enough time for you to start on laundry while I carve out a car sized shaped space in the garage.”

 The man went all alpha on her all of the sudden. It wasn’t totally off-putting, but surprising. Weren’t they at the stage where they tiptoed around one another? “Why would you do that?”

 His chin went down as his eyebrows went up. The look conveyed disbelief she’d question his actions.

 “Explain it to me. Obviously, I’m missing something.”

 His head shook slowly side-to-side as he held open his arms. “Come here”

 Tonya had no problem walking into his open arms and resting her cheek against his chest. His arms closed around her. It had definitely been a hug-worthy day. In fact, she might not ever leave his embrace.

 He spoke next to her ear the words too loud, taking her a second to decipher what each one was. “I’d do just about anything to spend time with you. Imagine you figured that out by now. As for the garage, I don’t want your stalker undoing my automotive work.”

 Stalker. The word had her stumbling back backwards breaking out of the embrace seconds before she never wanted to leave. “Stalker, how did you know?”

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    Morgan K Wyatt

    Secret Cravings author of contemporary and historical romances.

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