Since I forgot to get this together last night, being otherwise occupied by one of my muses, I’m going to forego any chit-chat and get straight to my WIPpet. Herewith, the first 9 paragraphs (short) from Chapter 4 of Crossing Paths: Which we haven’t visited in quite some time. Rainie has just arrived at her boss’s office for a morning meeting she’d rather not be at.
A new girl sat behind the reception desk. She looked the type who would snap her gum while waiting for an answer, except that Richard Longtree didn’t allow gum chewing by his office personnel. As a matter of fact, he allowed nothing but extreme professionalism, which explained the look of disdain Miss Holier Than Thou swept over Rainie’s attire. Jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket and biker boots were obviously not high on her list of acceptable clothing.
“Richard’s expecting me,” Rainie said.
“Mr. Longtree is currently unavailable.” She directed a glance at her monitor. “What did you say your name was?”
I didn’t, priss. “Rain Kallister.”
The woman studied her monitor without wrinkling a single part of her face. Rainie wondered how that could even be possible without the use of Botox. “I’m sorry, I don’t see anything on Mr. Longtree’s schedule. If you care to take a seat, I can see if he has any openings this afternoon.”
“Forget it.” Rainie headed back to the elevator. “Tell him I was here. I don’t really feel like playing games today.”
The elevator doors slid open before her finger reached the button and Rainie’s stomach did that little flip-flop thing it always did when she came face to face with Richard. Even after all these years, he made her feel like a school girl crushing on the drop dead gorgeous professor. The fact she knew every inch of his toned body with or without clothing didn’t help any. And the possessive way his dark blue eyes traveled across her sent every one of her nerves into an aching, tingly mess. Similar, she guessed, to wrapping up a bunch of live electrical wires and turning the juice on.
Pull it together, woman.
“You weren’t leaving, were you?” The barest hint of an Irish accent touched his rich voice, and slid down Rainie’s spine turning to gel any part of her not already a mushy mess.
I really need to spend some more time with Rainie and Ethan. They’re languishing.
Okay, now go forth and WIPpet!