"Right" or Wrong...We'll Always Have Brownies

Happy Hot Tuesday and another edition of Tuesday Tales. Today, I return to my current WIP, Multiple Scorgasms for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "right".
This book is currently with a set of beta readers, I'm excited for their feedback. But, for now, let's return to Lola and her co-worker, Eugene.

“Eugene, can you take over for me tomorrow?”

“Lola, you are not going to wimp out now. You aren’t bleeding or in the hospital. Put on your big girl panties.”

Eugene wasn’t going to let me descend into the cave. Somehow, I think he sensed danger in letting me wallow. Fucker. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, maybe so, but, you don’t pay me enough to take your place on a Sunday, so get over it.”

“I hate you sometimes, Eugene.” My stomach burned and my eyes narrowed. “I’m not paying you anymore money!”

“This I know.”

“You are impossibly immature. I don’t know what your problem is, but, PMS never lasts this long with you. I hate to ask, but, what gives?”

What? Did Eugene just ask me what was wrong? I’m sure my dazed and confused look created the equally distressing appearance on his. Do I tell him I lost both my men in less than a month? No I don’t. “Every time I watch football, I think about Rudy and it’s almost too much.” I plopped down in the chair with less grace than an Alka-Seltzer dropped in water.  Plop plop fat fat…you know that tune. Maybe I changed the lyrics a little. My recent obsession with pie and brownies had something to do with it.

“Have you seen Rudy?”

“No, I did talk with a buddy of his. He is only seeing family right now, and his agent.”

“Is he permanently paralyzed?”

“The doctors can’t say yet. Of course he is receiving top notch care and all the latest advances.”

“Are you permanently paralyzed?”

I pursed my lips and stamped one foot like a spoiled child. “No, you know damn well I’m not.”

“Then, quit acting like it. If you are truly friends with Rudy, you will honor his life and his passion by fulfilling your own and those twenty-six projects showing up tomorrow."

“I…I…screw you, I hate it when you make sense.”

“I’ve told you from the beginning. I’m all business- no frills. If you want someone to lie to you, you should have hired someone else.”

“I’m glad I hired you. I pay you to make me feel good, in a way, you’re my gigolo.”

“Why must you reference sex in everything? I’m walking away now.” Eugene left the room, his quick stride getting him away quickly.

 He got more than one thing right in that conversation. I did try to reference sex with everything. I wondered how much longer I could get away with it.

BEFORE YOU LEAVE ME FOR SOME OTHER AWESOMELY TALENTED WORKS, PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LATEST REVIEW!  Here's just a snippet- "The main characters are realistic and draw the reader into their struggle to explore their feelings and build a relationship. With elements of love, friendship, erotic sex scenes, humor, romance, and a hint of suspense, this titillating tale fires up the senses to deliver an entertaining read."
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V.L. Locey said…
Great job! I love your dialog. It is always so sharp and well-paced.
Tabitha Shay said…
Great dialogue. Some of the best I've read. Keep up the great work!
Sharp, clear interactions.
morgan said…
Eugene won't let her give up. Good for him. Great review too.
Sarah Cass said…
Love the dialogue and the clear head of Eugene. Wonderful scene

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