Round 8!

July 24, 2006 | Karin's Blog | 40 comments

Here we go, Round 8!
Before I list the 15 entries that go on to the next round I want to say, not only have my judges been pulling their hair out over which entries stay and which go, but I have had some serious intervention impulses, which I have resisted.  I think everyone is doing great and I can’t wait to do this again.
Also, I have decided against taking my lap top to National. I had planned on checking in and giving everyone the daily low down, but my schedule is so packed I just don’t want the pressure of having to perform. So, with that said any of you who will be in Atlanta, I’d love you stop by and introduce yourself to me at the Literacy signing, and/or if you miss me then please come by Thursday 9:45 to 10:45 am for my Crime in Mind workshop and introduce yourself.
Everyone who is traveling have a safe, uneventful trip, and have a great time at conference.
Okay, without further adieu the 15:
  

1. I taste their magic in the air.
I came here to get away from them. They should have stayed away from me. They must know what I did to his killers. It’s not like I enjoyed the killing.
But they are making me. They are pushing me.
2.  “So, are you ready for some wild sex?”
Julia leaned forward, elbows on her knees, understanding for the first time the true meaning of the term ‘no brainer’.
He spoke with a hint of amusement, sprawled low in the comfortable leather chair in a dark corner of the hotel bar, his head back and eyes closed, whiskey glass held loosely in his grip.
With his tawny hair, he looked like a lion, in control of his power and vaguely amused by the rest of the world.
Julia felt a throb deep between her legs, an ache in her nipples, and he hadn’t touched her yet. She squirmed in the slippery leather chair and arched her back slightly, suddenly breathless.
“Oh, I’m ready.”
3. Bubble bath made terrible camouflage.
Myra St. James tilted her legs, trying to get the disappearing bubbles to better cover her lower half.
“Come on, love, there’s nothing there I haven’t seen before.”
Drawing her knees to her chest, Myra shifted uncomfortably as her ex-fiance grinned and tilted his head as if to get a better look.
“Saw, past tense, as in before you started boffing your secretary,” Myra said, cursing the bursting bubbles, the need to pamper herself before meeting Blind Date #3 at Pier W, and that stupid ceramic frog hide-a-key she knew wouldn’t keep a burglar – or anyone else – out of her condo if they really wanted in. Miles rolled his eyes, but the half-smirking you-know-you-want-me grin stayed in place.
“One indiscretion when I was half-blotto at the Christmas party.
4. She really had to stop thinking about screwing her boss.
Being at a sex toy party wasn’t helping.
Celia St. John sipped at an ironically virginal strawberry daiquiri while around her, women giggled and squealed over the array of adult playthings – everything from lotions, oils and powders to vibrators and dildos. Each item she selected only fueled her fantasies about Tom McMillian.
Damn it, why couldn’t she get the man out of her head?
She’d purchased a bottle of the scented warming body lotion and imagined his hands rubbing it into her skin.
She’d tested flavored body powders . . . and envisioned her tongue lifting the pink crystals from his flat stomach.
5. Alcohol doesn’t take away the pain of career rejection, but it does dull it a bit.
I shift on my cushy green couch and take a sip of my liquid tropical paradise, pretending to listen to the woman beside me. She’s talked nonstop for the past half hour.
“—and they don’t ever read their assignments,” the woman hollers above the sweet sounds of Prince, who, unlike me, gets to party like its 1999. She shakes her head and says, “I just don’t understand it.”
“Yeah, I hear ya,” I say to her with a fake smile, trying to pour empathy into my voice.
On the inside, though, my heart aches from the unfairness of life—earlier this week, I found out Andrew, my boss, hired someone else for the newly created management position.
6. Somewhere between Heaven and Hell, Nick Winters decided to live. There was something about lying in a pool of his own blood that made him think God wasn’t finished with him yet. Maybe it was the floating sensation of hanging on then getting go, or the woman.
Nick had pulled her from the wreckage and now, lying on the soaked ground, he watched as both cars disappeared into the Cumberland River below.
Blood filled his right eye as the scene blurred, the storm a chaotic buzzing. Nick reached for her hand as labored breaths merged and formed, linking two spirits, while she beckoned him to come and play.
“Am I dying?” she gasped, dispelling the image of a far more beautiful world and slamming him back into his pain-soaked body.
7. I am justice.
I am vengeance.
Is there any difference?
The whimpers, the cries—those I could have ignored. Along Telegraph Avenue, where I live and work, the façade of students, tourists, and alt-trendy shops never quite hides the muck of the city. If you want to see it, the pain and squalor are evident in the drug litter kicked to the gutters and in the stench of every urine-coated doorway. If you want to see it.
8. After all this time, it was finally happening–that quiet, maddening tumble into insanity.
Annie closed her eyes, fully expecting that when she opened them, the man sitting at her kitchen table–the man who looked like Joel, but couldn’t be Joel–would be gone.
Unfortunately, when she looked again, he was still there. Joel with hair as dark as sin and eyes of the devil. Eyes that were watching her with a mixture of amusement and sadness.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, curling her fingers around the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t fall over. She had to be seeing things, because this really wasn’t happening.
9.  “Hell, I’ve got kids myself, Deborah, so I can see how something like this can happen—what with you being a single momma and all. It’s a hectic, overwhelming day and then the kid starts to whine.” Stuart Albright, Jamesville’s chief of police, leaned forward in his wood chair, bracing beefy forearms against the scarred surface of the interrogation table.
He was so close now Deborah could smell the hint of onions on his breath, hear the smoke-raspy catch to his breathing. She drew back, retreating until the wood slats of her chair pressed hard against her spine, trying to think past the exhaustion, past the icy bite of fear.
“It’s all about the little things, isn’t it,” Albright continued, “he wants pizza instead of peas for dinner, or maybe he just won’t go to bed—the point is he starts to whine. Whine.
10. The alley stretched ahead, dark and ominous…yet Antoinette moved forward, one deliberate step after another. Perspiration beaded on her upper lip and she ran a hand across her face to wipe it away before the saltiness slipped unwelcome to the corners of her mouth.
Damn this heat.
Sweat trickled down her back, robbing her of more precious moisture and she tugged the damp t-shirt away from her sticky skin.
“Found it yet?” Nici’s voice buzzed through the comms headset attached to her ear.
“No,” she whispered.
“Intel just in has him entering a nightclub on the other side of town about twenty minutes ago.
11.  Two things hit Ryan the second he stepped into the kitchen-someone had cleaned the place up, and there was a strange half naked woman smacking the hell out of his coffee maker. The fact that she didn’t belong there would have registered if he hadn’t been too busy staring at the red panties hugging her ass like a second skin. His briefcase hit the floor with a thump and he wouldn’t have been surprised if his jaw followed suit.
“Can I…ah…get you a bathrobe or something?”
Shit like this didn’t happen to a man every day.
He should be pissed that some crazy woman had broken into his apartment, but he couldn’t get his mind to wrap the concept of her being a real naked lady rather than a figment of his overworked imagination.
“No thanks on the bathrobe, but a decent cup of coffee would be more than appreciated.”
12. Men lie.
As a dues-paying member of the species, House depended on this fact, subscribed to it—gloried in it.
They lie about who they are, what they do, and how much liquor they can handle. About their women, their prowess, their dicks. How big, how long, how thick, and how much coochie it’s conquered on the playing field.
But just this once, on this very special occasion, House discovered his friends had not lied to him.
Leyla Cheval was every bit as hauntingly beautiful as they’d claimed.
13. I believe “long” and “term” are the two worst four letter words out there, at least when it comes to relationships. Being committed for the long haul is fine: if you’re insane; if you’re not, why weigh yourself down with one anchor of a man?
My best friend Maggie, a hopeless romantic, is convinced that it’s possible to find one man and settle down for the rest of your life. After seeing how her last relationship ended, I agree with her: she’s hopeless.
Besides, monogamy isn’t natural: a lot of animals kill their mates after sex, which makes a lot of sense to me. I’ve never killed a guy (although some of them have richly deserved it), but I’ve also never spent more than two months with one, and I usually kick them to the curb far earlier than that. A few times, I only stayed with the guy for a few days: if he’s already boring me at that point, I can’t see how it’s going to get better.
14. Where did I go right?
The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s backside just one more time. Slinking out of bed to come up for air, she stretched her five foot eight inch frame another inch to get a peek at the traditional beach scene spilling through the hole in her condo’s dysfunctional blinds.
An anxious lifeguard blew his air horn at a pink-floated swimmer out past his comfort zone, and the voice from the bed had its own sharp quality—”Coming back over here soon?”
“I’ve barely been away from this bed for the last 24 hours,” she reminded him.
“If I wanted to lay all my cards on the table, I’d tell you that 24 hours isn’t nearly enough for me,” he said, sliding a look at her through half-closed eyelids.
15. I killed myself for Anton Romanek–literally.
Not out of love—out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons. An Ancient Greek philosopher had said he could move the world, if only he had a big enough lever and a place to stand; like that ancient philosopher, I was trying to move the world, with the country of Toural as my place to stand, and Drakonis as my lever.
Drakonis and Anton Romanek were one and the same–which was hardly a secret. He was the most powerful, the most intelligent, and the most dangerous supervillain in the world. I wanted to bring superheroism to an end.

Ciao for now, ladies!

Karin*

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40 Comments

  1. Cheryel Hutton

    Thanks for doing the contest, Karin. At least now I know I’ve got a good beginning. That really does give me a boost when it comes to submitting. You’re a doll for doing this. 🙂

    See you in Atlanta!

    Cheryel

  2. Liz Lipperman

    Hey Karin, thanks for the ride. Hope to meet you in Atlanta.

    Liz

  3. Tracey

    Have a great time at the Conference all who are going…See you back in two weeks :o)

  4. Cece

    YES! Raine go girl!

    Karin have a great time! I’m still enjoying the contest but my nails are suffering!

  5. Theresa

    Karin,

    Have tons of fun. Well, maybe not tons–that might get you in trouble. Of course, you can always count on us for bail money if it comes to that. grin

  6. May

    I can’t believe I’m still in!!! Karin, you do not know how much I appreciate this contest. Usually, I’ve rewritten the starting about 20 times by now, but this time, I can’t. And it helps a lot that I know other people think that my starting is good. Thank you. 🙂

    Here’s my entry, or I’ll forget:

    I taste their magic in the air.

    I came here to get away from them. They should have stayed away from me. They must know what I did to his killers. It’s not like I enjoyed the killing.

    But they are making me. They are pushing me. They want me to do it again.

  7. raine

    (Raine, waving madly at Cece…) 🙂

    Thanks for the contest, Karin.

    Hope everyone has a great time at the conference!

  8. Rhonda

    Wow, this is such a blast. How cool that I’m still in!

    Rhonda

    * * *

    Alcohol doesn’t take away the pain of career rejection, but it does dull it a bit.

    I shift on my cushy green couch and take a sip of my liquid tropical paradise, pretending to listen to the woman beside me. She’s talked nonstop for the past half hour.

    “””and they don’t ever read their assignments,” the woman hollers above the sweet sounds of Prince, who, unlike me, gets to party like its 1999. She shakes her head and says, “I just don’t understand it.”

    “Yeah, I hear ya,” I say to her with a fake smile, trying to pour empathy into my voice.

    On the inside, though, my heart aches from the unfairness of life””earlier this week, I found out Andrew, my boss, hired someone else for the newly created management position.

    From outside the company.

  9. Michelle Diener

    “So, are you ready for some wild sex?”
    Julia leaned forward, elbows on her knees, understanding for the first time the true meaning of the term ‘no brainer’.
    He spoke with a hint of amusement, sprawled low in the comfortable leather chair in a dark corner of the hotel bar, his head back and eyes closed, whiskey glass held loosely in his grip.
    With his tawny hair, he looked like a lion, in control of his power and vaguely amused by the rest of the world.
    Julia felt a throb deep between her legs, an ache in her nipples, and he hadn’t touched her yet. She squirmed in the slippery leather chair and arched her back slightly, suddenly breathless.
    “Oh, I’m ready.”
    ***
    David Keller went from being completely relaxed to fully alert in a heart beat; in just the time it took the woman opposite him to utter that one husky little sentence.

    ——
    I’m also thrilled to bits to still be in the running. And some of my faves are still here too. Congratulations to everyone who has competed, whether they are still in or not.

  10. Theresa

    “Hell, I’ve got kids myself, Deborah, so I can see how something like this can happen””what with you being a single momma and all. It’s a hectic, overwhelming day and then the kid starts to whine.” Stuart Albright, Jamesville’s chief of police, leaned forward in his wood chair, bracing beefy forearms against the scarred surface of the interrogation table.

    He was so close now Deborah could smell the hint of onions on his breath, hear the smoke-raspy catch to his breathing. She drew back, retreating until the wood slats of her chair pressed hard against her spine, trying to think past the exhaustion, past the icy bite of fear.

    “It’s all about the little things, isn’t it,” Albright continued, “he wants pizza instead of peas for dinner, or maybe he just won’t go to bed””the point is he starts to whine. Whine. Whine.

  11. Michelle

    Thanks for the contest, Karin! It’s been fun. 🙂 Hope to see you in Atlanta.

  12. Tracey

    So what date do we have to have the next line up by – is it still this Friday or is it the following Friday?

    Sorry got a little confused in all the excitment.

  13. April O.

    Me too. It is the following Friday (Aug. 4th), right?

  14. Poppy

    Thanks, Karin! This is getting exciting. Here’s mine for the week:

    I am justice.

    I am vengeance.

    Is there any difference?

    The whimpers, the cries””those I could have ignored. Along Telegraph Avenue, where I live and work, the façade of students, tourists, and alt-trendy shops never quite hides the muck of the city. If you want to see it, the pain and squalor are evident in the drug litter kicked to the gutters and in the stench of every urine-coated doorway. If you want to see it.

    Personally, I prefer to ignore it.

  15. Sandra Barkevich

    Karin,

    Thank you for the fun ride. A few of my favorites are still in it, and I’ll be reading with baited breath to see who makes it to the final five.

    Congratulations to those who made it! This is the coolest damn contest.

    Sandy 🙂

  16. Theresa

    Best of luck everyone on this next round.

    And now can I see some more lines??? Please???
    Pretty please??

  17. Heather W

    I believe “long” and “term” are the two worst four letter words out there, at least when it comes to relationships. Being committed for the long haul is fine: if you’re insane; if you’re not, why weigh yourself down with one anchor of a man?

    My best friend Maggie, a hopeless romantic, is convinced that it’s possible to find one man and settle down for the rest of your life. After seeing how her last relationship ended, I agree with her: she’s hopeless.

    Besides, monogamy isn’t natural: a lot of animals kill their mates after sex, which makes a lot of sense to me. I’ve never killed a guy (although some of them have richly deserved it), but I’ve also never spent more than two months with one, and I usually kick them to the curb far earlier than that. A few times, I only stayed with the guy for a few days: if he’s already boring me at that point, I can’t see how it’s going to get better.

    Most guys just seem so stagnant, so stuck in their ways, like how my dad was: home at five o’clock, “Gimme a beer, Noreen!”, dinner must be on the table by six or “Where’s the food, Noreen?”, then an evening in front of the television with a cigar and a few more beers.

  18. Tracey

    The alley stretched ahead, dark and ominous…yet Antoinette moved forward, one deliberate step after another. Perspiration beaded on her upper lip and she ran a hand across her face to wipe it away before the saltiness slipped unwelcome to the corners of her mouth.

    Damn this heat.

    Sweat trickled down her back, robbing her of more precious moisture and she tugged the damp t-shirt away from her sticky skin.

    “Found it yet?” Nici’s voice buzzed through the comms headset attached to her ear.

    “No,” she whispered.

    “Intel just in has him entering a nightclub on the other side of town about twenty minutes ago.”

    After following his trail across three states, she’d hate to lose it now.

  19. Linda

    She really had to stop thinking about screwing her boss.

    Being at a sex toy party wasn’t helping.

    Celia St. John sipped at an ironically virginal strawberry daiquiri while around her, women giggled and squealed over the array of adult playthings ““ everything from lotions, oils and powders to vibrators and dildos. Each item she selected only fueled her fantasies about Tom McMillian.

    Damn it, why couldn’t she get the man out of her head?

    She’d purchased a bottle of the scented warming body lotion and imagined his hands rubbing it into her skin.

    She’d tested flavored body powders . . . and envisioned her tongue lifting the pink crystals from his flat stomach.

    And the lifelike vibrator?

  20. Theresa

    Linda,Tracey and Heather–

    Thank You!! I’ve been waiting for your next lines forever. . . .

    lol

    No, I’m not stalking. Well, Maybe. . .

  21. raine

    Men lie.

    As a dues-paying member of the species, House depended on this fact, subscribed to it””gloried in it.

    They lie about who they are, what they do, and how much liquor they can handle. About their women, their prowess, their dicks. How big, how long, how thick, and how much coochie it’s conquered on the playing field.

    But just this once, on this very special occasion, House discovered his friends had not lied to him.

    Leyla Cheval was every bit as hauntingly beautiful as they’d claimed.

    She wore wire-rimmed glasses, ruddy-red lipstick, and she’d come to save him from sin.

  22. Heather W

    Theresa,

    Stalk me all you want! I’m glad you wanted to see my line – did you like it? 🙂

    Heather

  23. Theresa

    You bet Heather,

    I’m so glad I’m not one of Karin’s judges. So many of these entries are outstanding.

  24. Kristi Knight

    Bubble bath made terrible camouflage.

    Myra St. James tilted her legs, trying to get the disappearing bubbles to better cover her lower half.

    “Come on, love, there’s nothing there I haven’t seen before.”

    Drawing her knees to her chest, Myra shifted uncomfortably as her ex-fiance grinned and tilted his head as if to get a better look.

    “Saw, past tense, as in before you started boffing your secretary,” Myra said, cursing the bursting bubbles, the need to pamper herself before meeting Blind Date #3 at Pier W, and that stupid ceramic frog hide-a-key she knew wouldn’t keep a burglar – or anyone else – out of her condo if they really wanted in. Miles rolled his eyes, but the half-smirking you-know-you-want-me grin stayed in place.

    “One indiscretion when I was half-blotto at the Christmas party.” Miles rolled his eyes, stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and leaned back against the doorjamb before saying, “I transferred Connie to the business office for God’s sake.”

  25. Charlene

    I killed myself for Anton Romanek”“literally.
    Not out of love””out of necessity. I had ulterior motives, other reasons. An Ancient Greek philosopher had said he could move the world, if only he had a big enough lever and a place to stand; like that ancient philosopher, I was trying to move the world, with the country of Toural as my place to stand, and Drakonis as my lever.

    Drakonis and Anton Romanek were one and the same”“which was hardly a secret. He was the most powerful, the most intelligent, and the most dangerous supervillain in the world. I wanted to bring superheroism to an end.

    All my hard work over the last three years would have gone to waste if I had not rescued him from Hell.

  26. Tracey

    Theresa – I know what you mean. With all these great line – I’m dying to know what comes next. Hope my line didn’t dissapoint. 🙂

  27. Theresa

    Never Tracey.

    Everyone should be congratulated on how well they are holding the public’s interest.

    Theresa

  28. Elisa

    Two things hit Ryan the second he stepped into the kitchen-someone had cleaned the place up, and there was a strange half naked woman smacking the hell out of his coffee maker. The fact that she didn’t belong there would have registered if he hadn’t been too busy staring at the red panties hugging her ass like a second skin. His briefcase hit the floor with a thump and he wouldn’t have been surprised if his jaw followed suit.

    “Can I…ah…get you a bathrobe or something?”

    Shit like this didn’t happen to a man every day.

    He should be pissed that some crazy woman had broken into his apartment, but he couldn’t get his mind to wrap the concept of her being a real naked lady rather than a figment of his overworked imagination. He’d never had much imagination before””at least according to his kook of an ex-wife””but now he seemed to be making up for that lack in spades.

    “No thanks on the bathrobe, but a decent cup of coffee would be more than appreciated.” She spun around to face him and the aggravated expression drained from her face, along with the color.

  29. Karin Tabke

    Hi,ladies! I’m typing on my friend Rae Monet’s (who won the Golden Heart forBLOOD SQUAD best Paranormnal) laptop and it’s little so please excuse any typos. I loved meeting so many of you in Atlanta. I had a blast and can’t wait to get home tomorrow and chat all about it.
    Next lines are due to be posted by midnight this Friday. I’m really happy to see y’all chatting here, keep it coming.
    ciao for now.
    K*

  30. Tracey

    This is torture – I want to see what comes next. What am I going to do when this contest is over? It’s very addictive reading all the lines as the go up, I hope they all publish so I can read the full stories.

  31. Karin

    🙂 Tracey, you will have to be paitient until the second First Round Contest begins in January!
    Oh, and I have a pretty good contest beginning in September as well. The Scent-u-ous contest. Prize is sexy scent for him or her, and I’m not talking lame scents from the drug store, I’m talking CK, Lauren, Chanel, Lagerfeld and the like.

  32. Tracey

    ooooohhhhh January – that’s so far away. Excellent on the Scent-u-ous – I’ll look out for that one.

  33. Sharon

    After all this time, it was finally happening–that quiet, maddening tumble into insanity.

    Annie closed her eyes, fully expecting that when she opened them, the man sitting at her kitchen table–the man who looked like Joel, but couldn’t be Joel–would be gone.

    Unfortunately, when she looked again, he was still there. Joel with hair as dark as sin and eyes of the devil. Eyes that were watching her with a mixture of amusement and sadness.

    “What are you doing here?” she whispered, curling her fingers around the edge of the counter so she wouldn’t fall over. She had to be seeing things, because this really wasn’t happening.

    Joel DeLuca wasn’t sitting in her kitchen, because…

  34. LaDonna

    Somewhere between Heaven and Hell, Nick Winters decided to live. There was something about lying in a pool of his own blood that made him think God wasn’t finished with him yet. Maybe it was the floating sensation of hanging on then letting go, or the woman.

    Nick had pulled her from the wreckage and now, lying on the soaked ground, he watched as both cars disappeared into the Cumberland River below.

    Blood filled his right eye as the scene blurred, the storm a chaotic buzzing. Nick reached for her hand as labored breaths merged and formed, linking two spirits, while she beckoned him to come and play.

    “Am I dying?” she gasped, dispelling the image of a far more beautiful world and slamming him back into his pain-soaked body.

    He shifted his leg and felt the fires of hell, but leaning into her faint whispered breath he managed, “You gotta stay with me…help will come.”

    *******Great meeting you in Atlanta, Karin! Happy I’m still at the party! Good luck everyone!

  35. Ava

    Hi,
    I have been following the contest from the start and I have noticed in Round 8 one entry has 9 lines instead of 8. Also, that entry has revised a sentence and added extra words to it. Sorry to complain, but I just wanted to bring it to the judge’s attention to be fair for everyone in the contest. Thank you!

  36. Heather W

    Ava, if you didn’t, maybe you should email Karin and tell her which entry it is, just in case she doesn’t see this post. You’re right, I think – that entry is quite different.

    Heather

  37. Karin

    Ava and Heather, it has been brought to my attention. Thank you for the heads up. I have posted a, um, notice. 🙂

  38. April O.

    Where did I go right?
    The thought flitted through Carly’s head as she tunneled under her covers to look at Owen’s backside just one more time. Slinking out of bed to come up for air, she stretched her five foot eight inch frame another inch to get a peek at the traditional beach scene spilling through the hole in her condo’s dysfunctional blinds.
    An anxious lifeguard blew his air horn at a pink-floated swimmer out past his comfort zone, and the voice from the bed had its own sharp quality”””Coming back over here soon?”
    She hesitated only a second before perching on the edge of her ultra-firm sleigh bed, looking down as she pushed a little nubby place in the carpet with her toe.
    “I’ve barely been away from this bed for the last 24 hours,” she reminded him.
    “If I wanted to lay all my cards on the table, I’d tell you that 24 hours isn’t nearly enough for me,” he said, sliding a look at her through half-closed eyelids.
    This was it, what she’d been looking for””why did she feel like jumping in that big ocean and swimming as fast and far as she could?

    OK, Karin. Thanks for the opp. April O.

  39. Elisa

    I’m so sorry, Karin! My computer crashed a few weeks ago and I’m still trying to get reorganized, so I didn’t realize I’d copied and pasted an older version of the story with an extra line added. Here’s my corrected entry:

  40. Elisa

    Two things hit Ryan the second he stepped into the kitchen-someone had cleaned the place up, and there was a strange half naked woman smacking the hell out of his coffee maker. The fact that she didn’t belong there would have registered if he hadn’t been too busy staring at the red panties hugging her ass like a second skin. His briefcase hit the floor with a thump and he wouldn’t have been surprised if his jaw followed suit.

    “Can I…ah…get you a bathrobe or something?”

    Shit like this didn’t happen to a man every day.

    He should be pissed that some crazy woman had broken into his apartment, but he couldn’t get his mind to wrap the concept of her being a real naked lady rather than a figment of his overworked imagination.

    “No thanks on the bathrobe, but a decent cup of coffee would be more than appreciated.” She spun around to face him and the aggravated expression drained from her face, along with the color.

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