Tuesday Tales, I'll Take a Cup of That
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- cup. From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.
“Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?”
Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden
meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant
casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and
personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever
seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some
kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end?
“I don’t know, whatever time works for you.”
“I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and
home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.”
“I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t
take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hell did she get
so defensive with him? He’s gonna run for the hills for sure.
“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to plan our evening. Is something wrong?”
Yeah, everything’s wrong. I’ve got a seemingly wonderful guy giving me more
than the time of day and I’m pushing him away like leftover fast food. I know
he deserves better, why am I not giving it to him? “Look, I’m sorry, I’m being
a brat. I’ve got some work stuff on my mind giving me fits, I’m afraid I’m on a
one track mode this morning.” The contract still sat on her desk, she’d studied
it several times even after Nixie did, trying to find the elusive loophole.
“I’ll make everything better in about ten hours, promise.”
Warmth squashed doubt as her loins warmed to a pleasantly comforting place
of readiness. Remembering his lips upon her collar bone removed the temporary
pissy mood. “I’m counting on it.”
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