#MSSWeek19
My Sexy Saturday
Please note this book comes with a Reader Advisory: This book includes an occurrence of mild bondage and a scene of slightly dubious consent, as well as covert sexual contact in close proximity to bystanders. There is also reference to stalking and non-consensual taking of videos and photography and the dubious consensual use of restraints.
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This week's MSS—First Impressions—The Male and Female perspective from the protags in my latest release If You Can't Stand The Heat—Syn Fully and Sesto Théodore
First the Blurb:
Syn's First Impression of Sesto...
Sesto Théodore, the alleged star of the show, walked across the conference room floor, exuding self-confidence. She’d done a little research on the man before she’d agreed to work with him, had watched tapes of some of his interviews. She’d even called some mutual friends that she knew had worked with him in the past and had asked their opinion before she’d signed on. By all accounts and reputation he was an arrogant asshole and difficult to work with. But in addition, an absolute expert in his field as well as quite renowned and respected as a chef and restaurateur. A perfectionist, he demanded the same from everyone around him. Syn could respect that.
One thing Syn hadn’t bargained on was how incredibly drop-dead handsome he was in person. She’d agreed with Sam, her assistant, that the man was good-looking, yes, but in the flesh, he was quite something to behold. He not only conveyed self-assurance but also radiated power with his size and an animal magnetism that was undeniable. And as she gave him a critical full body-scan as she did with the muscular men that graced her book covers, it was irrefutable—the man could fill a suit quite like no other.
Syn caught herself biting on the tip of her index finger. Sam often teased her about it. A bad habit she’d picked up. Apparently, it was something she did when she was writing, mainly when choreographing or choosing the best wording for a particularly steamy scene. It would seem Chef Théodore’s good looks had just been written into her memory for another time. She suddenly looked forward to sitting next to him for the next week or so.
Sesto Théodore, the alleged star of the show, walked across the conference room floor, exuding self-confidence. She’d done a little research on the man before she’d agreed to work with him, had watched tapes of some of his interviews. She’d even called some mutual friends that she knew had worked with him in the past and had asked their opinion before she’d signed on. By all accounts and reputation he was an arrogant asshole and difficult to work with. But in addition, an absolute expert in his field as well as quite renowned and respected as a chef and restaurateur. A perfectionist, he demanded the same from everyone around him. Syn could respect that.
One thing Syn hadn’t bargained on was how incredibly drop-dead handsome he was in person. She’d agreed with Sam, her assistant, that the man was good-looking, yes, but in the flesh, he was quite something to behold. He not only conveyed self-assurance but also radiated power with his size and an animal magnetism that was undeniable. And as she gave him a critical full body-scan as she did with the muscular men that graced her book covers, it was irrefutable—the man could fill a suit quite like no other.
Syn caught herself biting on the tip of her index finger. Sam often teased her about it. A bad habit she’d picked up. Apparently, it was something she did when she was writing, mainly when choreographing or choosing the best wording for a particularly steamy scene. It would seem Chef Théodore’s good looks had just been written into her memory for another time. She suddenly looked forward to sitting next to him for the next week or so.
Sesto's First Impression of Syn...
Sesto scrutinised the beautiful exotic looking brunette in the red come-fuck-me dress that dipped almost to her navel. Her lovely breasts bulged beautifully out the sides of the halter, her generous cleavage on full display in the vee of the scarlet creation. She must have those babies taped in there, he thought.
Sesto willed his gaze from her full pale tits, long enough to look at her face. Her dark eyebrow lifted as if she knew that he was now thinking with his dick and not his brain. But that was her fault. A woman could not possibly slip into a dress like that and then think any man would be able to make scintillating conversation.
Sesto willed his gaze from her full pale tits, long enough to look at her face. Her dark eyebrow lifted as if she knew that he was now thinking with his dick and not his brain. But that was her fault. A woman could not possibly slip into a dress like that and then think any man would be able to make scintillating conversation.
“Sesto, may I call you Sesto?” the producer asked not waiting for a response. “This is your fellow judge, Ms Syn Fully.”
He snorted his disdain, partially because he found it incredibly comical and partly because he couldn’t believe a grown woman would go around calling herself such a ridiculous pseudonym. Even he had given thought to changing his name in the beginning of his career because people butchered the pronunciation of his all the time. But he was proud of it and his American-Italian background, besides correcting people was what he did. And even if they mangled his name, they remembered it.
It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “Seriously, you couldn’t come up with something better than that as romance novelists go?” he asked, giving her a cold assessing look.
“Laugh if you will Mr Théodore…” Even she said it wrong but coming from her beautiful full lips he didn’t mind. She said Tay-a-door with a bit of an accent, giving it an almost French connotation. But he’d still correct her just to be an ass.“But no one ever forgets my name,” she finished, as if she’d just read his thought.
“Yeah, after they quit busting a gut. I’m sure mommy and daddy Fully are incredibly proud of the titillating mommy-porn you push down despondent women’s throats.” He could dole out sarcasm like no one else. “And I can assure you, it’s not your name they’re remembering” His gaze dropped to her ample bosom. “And its Tee-a-door,” he said slowly as if she were not overly bright.
©Copyright H K Carlton 2013
Now, is it true that women are cerebral and men are visual? What do you think?
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Please note this book comes with a Reader Advisory: This book includes an occurrence of mild bondage and a scene of slightly dubious consent, as well as covert sexual contact in close proximity to bystanders. There is also reference to stalking and non-consensual taking of videos and photography and the dubious consensual use of restraints.
Don't forget to check out the rest of this week's My Sexy Saturday participants from the list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday!
What a striking contrast between the scenes! Steamy
ReplyDeleteVery interesting snippet. I love how they see each other. Thanks for sharing.
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