It’s #WritingChallenge time!

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Hope you’ve all had a wonderful week! Now, what you’ve all been waiting for – a brand-new writing challenge for you all to enjoy 🙂

It’s the morning after your heroine’s office Christmas party and she wakes up…next to the man she’s been crushing on for the past year! What happens next?

Read, write and enjoy – because we know we’ll enjoy reading and commenting on your answers next Tuesday!

Happy writing!
The Sold Editors x

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I dont have time to do this…l love these things. Maybe ill squeeze it in this weekend somewhere. Good luck everyone and have fun!!! This one looks likes lots of fun 😉 cant wait to read them all! Thanks Sold for putting this together!!! What a great time after the sytycw bootcamp! I so want to do this!!!!

So glad you enjoy them, Karen! We love reading them too! And not to worry about missing this one – we run Writing Challenges every two weeks, so you’ll have plenty of opportunities to take part!

This one is fascinating but I cannot see where the information is to send the ‘answer’ or how many words etc please?

Rose Marie – Put your challenge answer in the comment, box just like you did for your original question. 🙂 Words are flexible. Depending on who’s posting, it ranges from the general plot paragraph/outline to enough for a setting and one scene. You can go back and look at the earlier ones to get a feel for it. Hope this helps!

Polly climbed out from under the damask table cloth. This year she trialled a staff Christmas dinner in the dining room of a local castle. Big mistake. Everyone gobbled their turkey and ham and rushed to the new nightclub. She remained with a few minions for the stodgy Christmas pudding. Next year, they’d just go to the pub.
She tripped over a pair of designer runners. Yikes there was someone else under the table. She took a deep breath. Who could it be? She slowly lifted the table cloth.
“Hello boss.” Two green eyes with the longest lashes on earth blinked awake. 
Polly slowly stood up. Eamonn Keyes, her student was under the table too. He was gorgeous and she enjoyed his cheerful attitude. An ex footballer, he returned to college after an injury and now aspired to be an architect. Unfortunately, in spite of his best efforts, his reputation as the stupidest man in the country was well justified.
She watched him climb out from under the table, with the graceful movements she swooned over during his football career. 
“Do you know I could bring a sexual harassment claim.” He muttered in his trademark rural accent. “But I’m putting my new career first. With the good reference I get from you, I wouldn’t want the hassle.”
Polly straightened her clothes and said with more conviction than she felt. “Nothing happened last night.”
“Everyone knows you use my image as your screensaver.”
There was no way she could pass him on his placement. However if he made good with his threat,her own career was over. She would play him at his own game. As he said, he was her number one crush, dead or alive. She moved closer and put her arm on his tee-shirt. “If that’s your plan, I want more than one time, and somewhere better than under a table”
“What?” his trademark grin disappeared.
“Book the best suite here. We can have fun together until the office opens in the New Year. Only then will I write you a reference.”

Polly is one feisty heroine! Wonder whether Eamonn might be even more attractive if he wasn’t actually stupid, but instead, incredibly bright and a real match for Polly? Just a thought, but either way, looks like they’ll be having some fun for Xmas 🙂

I slowly opened my eyes and squinted uncertainly at the bright sunlight piercing my brain.

What the hell? My bedroom faces the north side of the street.

I am not at home. This was the first thought that penetrated my hangover fogged brain.

The second thought was, I am naked.

I slowly turned on my side toward the other side of the bed.

A perfectly formed muscular, bare male back greeted me. The sheet had slipped very low and I could see the the beginning of a curve of his buttock. A nicely formed buttock made of hard muscle. From someone who worked out and was very physically active.

I let my eyes travel up his slumbering form to take in his wavy blonde hair, cut short. Short so it could be grabbed in a fight.

I licked my dry lips. I was in bed with my boss Ian Trennor.

He must have felt my eyes on him, he rolled over and frowned at me.

“Jessica, what the hell are you doing in my bed?”

Haha, love it! You capture both of their senses of shock brilliantly!

I looked back at him a bit nonplussed. Then I took a breathe, “I think we slept together.” I said.

Ian’s green eyes widen a fraction. His lips parted as if to respond.

I have never seen him lost for words.

“How else would I be able to access your layer?” I said matter of factly. I couldn’t t believe how calm I was. I am naked, in bed, next to my name boss whom I’ve been lusting after for the past year.

Ian ran a tanned hand over his face, rubbing at his jaw.

“I don’t remember coming home last night.”

“We were pretty toasted.” I said. I decided

I should give him a break and leave. I tucked the sheet under my arm pits and sat up looking over the bed for my clothes.

Ah, there was my dress.

I looked back over at Ian all mussed from sleep and confused. And the devil take it!

I slide my legs out from under the sheet and stood, letting the sheet drop behind me. I did still have my little pink panties on after all.

I leaned down and picked up my dress and stepped into it pulling it up over my breasts and then twisted my hair up into a knot and secured it with my hair clip.

I looked at Ian through my lashes, yep he had watched it all.

I picked up my clutch and regarded my boss with a steady look. “You were great. The best secret Santa ever.” I winked at him and headed for the door.

Oh, I love her attitude – and what a fantastic last couple of lines to end it on! 🙂

She’s so calm in a crisis, brilliant! And we agree with Charlotte – she’s got a killer exit line!

“Jessica!”

“What?” I asked, hand on the doorknob, I held it tightly, my palm damp.

“This never happened.” Ian’s eyes held a warning as he sat up in bed.

All playfulness left me. I might be infatuated with Ian, but I was no doormat. “Really? I beg to differ.” I cocked on hip and placed on manicured hand on it.

“We need to keep our relationship on a professional footing.” Long muscular legs swung out from the sheets and he stood. I got a brief glimpse of the goods before he grab his trousers off a chair and forced his legs into them. “This was a mistake.” Ian said, agitated.

“I had a good time.”I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’m sorry you didn’t, but I won’t kiss and tell if that is what you are worried about. The Agency won’t know you were compromised.”

Even more Jessica and Ian fun!! She’s a very strong, ballsy heroine – Ian is going to need to be quite the hero to match up to her!

I don’t swear. But if I did, this would be the moment for it. I don’t even have the excuse of being drunk or hungover. Making sure the biggest party of the corporate year went off perfectly left me no time to binge on cocktails and champagne. “I was overtired.” I practice saying the words under my breath. Because I seriously did not want to wake up Bryan Page. The longer he slept the better, to be honest. That way I get to drool, I mean contemplate, the perfection that is the hottest highflyer of the year.
Some people look terrible when they sleep. I’d guess me for one. Your mouth droops and saliva pools and dribbles onto the pillow. Your hair turns into a rats nest and you end up with pillow creases on one cheek. And that’s only talking about the face.
Bryan on the other hand looks like he’s posing for Greek statuary. Naked Greek statuary, with a carefully draped sheet across his hips. Just enough to be decent but not enough to conceal the perfect v of muscle framing the line of pale gold hair from navel to…
“Miss Abbott?” The voice came from the door, carelessly left open. I hadn’t planned on staying.
I just about jumped through the ceiling. At least, it probably looked that way, but I was really scrabbling for a sheet. My body was not for public consumption. Especially not by old stuffy boots. CEO Jared Stern. My boss and reputed lover of Bryan Page.
He had a humorous quirk to his thin lips. Probably for the first time ever. I gaped at him like a fish.
Walking across the room, he towered over the bed, looking down at us.
“There really is only one thing to say, Miss Abbott.”
I hunched my shoulders. “It’s not what it seems.” But what was the point of protesting. He was channelling Donald Trump for sure.
He actually chuckled. No doubt enjoying himself. But I did not expect what came out of that mouth, in a squeaky voice.
“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed…and she’s still there…”

I don’t swear. But if I did, this would be the moment for it. I don’t even have the excuse of being drunk or hungover. Making sure the biggest party of the corporate year went off perfectly left me no time to binge on mocktails and champagne. “I was overtired.” I practice saying the words under my breath. Because I seriously did not want to wake up Bryan Page. The longer he slept the better, to be honest. That way I get to drool, I mean contemplate, the perfection that is the hottest highflyer of the year.
Some people look terrible when they sleep. I’d guess me for one. Your mouth droops and saliva pools and dribbles onto the pillow. Your hair turns into a rats nest and you end up with pillow creases on one cheek. And that’s only talking about the face.
Bryan on the other hand looks like he’s posing for Greek statuary. Naked Greek statuary, with a carefully draped sheet across his hips. Just enough to be decent but not enough to conceal the perfect v of muscle framing the line of pale gold hair from navel to…
“Miss Abbott?” The voice came from the door, carelessly left open. I hadn’t planned on staying.
I just about jumped through the ceiling. At least, it probably looked that way, but I was really scrabbling for a sheet. My body was not for public consumption. Especially not by old stuffy boots. CEO Jared Stern. My boss and reputed lover of Bryan Page.
He had a humorous quirk to his thin lips. Probably for the first time ever. I gaped at him like a fish.
Walking across the room, he towered over the bed, looking down at us.
“There really is only one thing to say, Miss Abbott.”
I hunched my shoulders. “It’s not what it seems.” But what was the point of protesting. He was channelling Donald Trump for sure.
He actually chuckled. No doubt enjoying himself. But I did not expect what came out of that mouth, in a squeaky voice.
“Someone’s been sleeping in my bed…and she’s still there…”

Fiona! Fantastic writing as always! Can’t stop smiling! LOVE your descriptions and absolutely LOVE the last line! 🙂

Great use of 1st person POV – we really feel her stress levels and get a great sense of her personality. Intrigued to know how Bryan will cope when he finally wakes up 😉

Head pounding, mouth dry, and feeling like she could drink a ton of water, Mandy run hands over her eyes. Another work Christmas party over for another year. Thank goodness it was the weekend.
Never ever going to listen to the girls again. Vague memories come back. Something about mistletoe. Her boss. No, she shook her head to moan in pain. Not such a good idea moving the head.
She didn’t, she couldn’t.
She rolled over to still as she hit something solid. Her eyes flew open to stare into very dark brown eyes that belonged to her boss the man she had been in love with, since she had started working for him five years ago. Sheikh Rashad Al-Salman
No! She sprung up holding bed sheets to her chest. Even worse, not even her bed. Bewildered, she looked at him as heat burned her cheeks bright red. This was so wrong. She didn’t do this. He just smiled his sexy smile that curled her toes, and held up some mistletoe.
Her eyes widened. Surely not? Why not? She lowered to discover what she had no memory of to be gathered into strong arms as her lips met his sensual lips. Now she remembered that kiss under the mistletoe the one that had gone on and on and on.
What was she thinking! To pull back, desperately looking for her clothes to scramble out of bed and started gathering her clothes that was scatted all over the floor as if she had thrown them around willy-nilly or he…..No, not going there.
Holding her clothes to her naked breasts, though still wearing bright, very skimpy red lacy panties, she looked at him in desperation. “What happened?” She demanded of the man in the bed, whose hand was behind his dark, thick, wavy black hair looking very unfazed. Well, she wasn’t used to waking up in a man’s bed. Ever!
“What do you think happened, Amanda?” he asked softly in that deep rolling of voice of his.
She gulped too scared to ask. Wasn’t she supposed to feel different? Panicking, she spun on her heels to go find a room to dress and leave. She fled as fast as she could to race through corridors and burst out to stop dead to find she wasn’t even on land. A yacht. She clutched at the rail as her stomach pitched and leaned over to be sick. She had forgotten the party had been on his yacht. What had she done!
“We need to talk.”
She spun around wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her dress to face her boss who wore only white loose pants, bare-chested.

A sheikh and he’s her boss? And they’re stranded together on his boat the morning after? You’re spoiling us 🙂

Ben reached over to tentatively tuck a stubborn strand of hair behind Skye’s ear, like he had done so many times before. But there was something different this time around…, in the way his fingers brushed the contour of her ear and then glided down to softly cup and stroke her cheek and jaw; in the way he was looking at her, as if he were seeing her for the first time and very much liked what he saw. Time seemed to suddenly stand still. In that all-encompassing, and what seemed to feel like a life-changing moment, all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart—or was it his?; all she could smell was the sweet Porto they’d shared as his breathe fanned a few more loose tendrils; and all she could see were his widely dilated baby blues. Had they gotten darker and bluer? Or was that the Porto playing tricks on her?

Breathe Skye. Breathe, she thought. As she took in a much-needed, deep, deliberate breath, Ben swiftly moved his hand to the base of her neck and gently tugged her head towards him. There he paused and smiled coyly as he looked searchingly into her eyes.

Oh my God! He’s going to kiss me!, she thought, and she couldn’t help but smile back at him. And then it happened.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin’ and blowin’ up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun

What the…..? Oh darn. No. No! Not now! She swung her arm over to shut the alarm off, but it wasn’t in its usual spot. In a sleepy haze, she realized the music was coming from the opposite side of the bed, but for the life of her couldn’t recall having moved it. She rubbed her eyes, stretched her one side, and then the other, and then luxuriated in a record-breaking yawn, before reaching over the opposite way in a second attempt to shut off the alarm clock. Her hand made contact at last – but not with the clock.

Bare skin. Hard muscle. Coarse curls.

There was Ben, as devilishly handsome and with the same knowing smile Skye had just conjured in her dream. Images of last night’s yuletide festivities suddenly came flooding in.

Oh, yes…. That’s right. I was a good little girl this year. Skye smiled.

Thank you Santa.

**Note: For some reason I could not format the text in this comment box to include italics. The song and all inner dialogue would normally appear in italics. Thanks!

What a sassy heroine! Love the dream sequence and how well it captures the moment their friendship shifts to something much sexier and more intense.

Thank you so much for your feedback everyone. Really enjoying reading all the entries. It’s inspiring!

Rule number one; Don’t fall in love with your target.

Bianca opened her eyes and inhaled the fragrance of fine Egyptian linen, and a panty stripping cologne she couldn’t pronounce. Maxim De La Cruz slept soundly next to her unaware that he’d been framed by his fiancé. All Bianca needed was to snap photo to prove that Maxim had cheated, and then Instagram the evidence. Come Monday morning she’ll find a big fat deposit in her bank account for the effort.

Rule number two; Keep the upper hand.

Bianca carefully reached to floor where she’d strategically placed her purse, then she fished for her phone. Nothing. Damn.
When she turned back to look at him, golden eyes framed by black butterfly lashes casually looked back at her.
“Looking for something?” he asked as he slipped her phone out from under the sheets.

Oooh, intriguing! Love the extra agenda going on, and that Maxim and his panty-stripping cologne catches her in the act. What a cliffhanger to end on!

My face deeply embedded into the soft satine-esk pillow barely able to breathe as precise flashbacks of last night’s episodes run through my body and soul. My mind is racing, heart is ready to jump out of my chest as I attempt to squint ever-so-quickly at Adam, my Adonis. His muscles flexed on his tanned skin glowing even while asleep is all the glance I need not wanting to wake him. I shift my body to the right, satin sheets stick to my porcelain naked skin, mouth tastes like remnants of gin & tonic, while my loins ache for him. Closing my eyes exhausted I fall back to sleep.
The alarm rings …
I roll over with hopes that we can create similar visions from last evening’s Christmas celebrations…only to find him gone?
I jump out of bed calling out his name, but, nothing.
But…but, I just rolled over and looked right at his glowing muscular body.,..how could this be? Did I imagine him in my bedroom? Am I dreaming? No. I can’t be dreaming because my body is spent and his cologne lingers. What on earth is happening?
As I make my way round the room my eye catches the front door…it’s slightly ajar.
Ok, breathe I tell myself. He couldn’t…no, he wouldn’t…

So intrigued as to why he leaves, especially after such a night… poor heroine, but you’ve got us wondering about him for sure!

THE MORNING AFTER

This had to be a dream.
Violet Starr was in bed with the man she’d had a crush on for a year. She was in bed with strong, silent and broody Daniel Cavendish. Her boss. Worse, she had no idea how she got there.
The night before she’d been at the office Christmas party. The last thing she remembered was having brandy trifle dessert. She’d obviously gone back for seconds…and thirds. Now she was in deep doo-doos.
Any minute he’d open those mesmerising blue eyes and…and whip the Cavendish Code of Conduct out from under his pillow and throw it at her.
If she lays still and fakes sleep, maybe he’ll get up and go and she could sneak out, take a sick day and pretend this never happened.
‘Violet, are you awake?’
She kept her eyes shut and pulled the sheet up under her chin. ‘Y—yes.’ Her voice came out small. Guilt-ridden. ‘Before you say anything, could you please explain where I am and how this—this us thing happened?’ She tried to sound indignant needing him to understand she wasn’t normally that sort of girl.
She felt him move, probably to sit up. His distinctive aftershave swirled over her, seeping into her lungs.
‘During the party, your boyfriend turned up and dropped off your belongings.’
Her eyelids flew open to bare chested…gorgeousness.
‘It was late, you were under the weather.’ He pinched the bridge of his nose.
‘Oh.’
‘No one saw us leave.’
‘Did you—did I take liberties?’
She didn’t think it was funny but he raised an eyebrow and smiled. She immediately reminded herself about adding one-night-stand membership to her CV before she visited the job centre later.
‘Don’t worry, I know you’re not that sort of girl, Violet.’ He pulled back the faux fur quilt. ‘I stayed under this all night while you were two layers down. Safe between the sheets.’ He got up. ‘I’m no good as a shoulder to cry on. Are you going to be okay?’
No. There wasn’t enough air in the room. Those silk boxer shorts stole her breath. ‘Wow, I’m homeless,’ she said sliding her gaze away.
‘You’re not homeless. I’m off to Sydney for the rest of the week. Stay as long as you need. And take the rest of the day off. That’s an order, Miss Starr.’

Love that he rescued her from a broken heart and homelessness ~ a man to love! *sigh*

What a genuine hero – coming to her rescue and respecting her boundaries too! Although something about the silk boxers tells us he might have a wild side that only Violet can unleash!

Heroine lay motionless in the unfamiliar bed, her mind sluggish and her bone-tired body objecting to any change of position. The events leading up to last night’s Christmas party had certainly taken their toll.

It took her three attempts to force open heavy-lidded eyes. The last thing she expected was to find herself sharing a pillow with Hero, his countenance peaceful in sleep and less than a foot away.

She should move away, create some space, move back to her own pillow, but in the quiet still of the early hours, Heroine found herself unable to move. This was the closest she was ever going to get to sharing a bed with her boss and she was spellbound. Her eyes traced the contours of a face she knew well, yet had come to see in a different light these last few days. His characteristically clean-shaven jawline was concealed by three day old stubble, his typically neat, short-cut hair lightly dishevelled. Yet everything about him still exuded the ease and command to which she had grown accustomed over the last couple of years. Was there anything at which this man wasn’t proficient?

A wry smile tugged at her mouth. It wasn’t every boss who decided on an Executive Stretch outdoor weekend for his senior employees, but it was so fundamentally Hero. Three days outdoors, building the campsite, cooking food they caught and building rafts to race them, all building up to a Christmas party around the campfire last night. Forget the cocktail dresses and designer food, this had been a flannel-shirted, home-brewed hooch, hog-roast affair, and surprisingly everyone had enjoyed it – including her. Hard to remember how her heart had plummeted with fear, right into her brand-new, never-been-broken-in, blister-inducing hiking boots, when she’d first been partnered up with Hero.

As if sensing her scrutiny, his own eyes slowly opened to reveal familiar, clear, rich russet depths. Heroine expected him to move away, bouncing up off his groundsheet in his customarily buoyant morning manner, rolling up his sleeping bag and shouting his usual bright wake-up call to the rest of the slumbering team.

But instead of rolling away he stayed still, only his hand moved, reaching up to brush away a stray curl from her forehead. Oh boy, he must think she looked a real mess.

His lazy smile meeting hers, his low voice snaking right through her.

“So did you enjoy it after all, City-Girl?”

“I did, actually,” she whispered, not wanting to wake the rest of the hut. “I didn’t make the fool of myself that I feared.”

“Always underestimating yourself,” he shook his head.

“I’m almost disappointed that it’s over,” she could barely believe she might miss this place. Or was it bond she felt she’d been forging with Hero? No, that was just her imagination.

Hero shrugged lightly.

“Doesn’t have to be.”

She frowned uncertainly.

“But we’re packing up this morning, right?”

“Yeah, but I could give you a lift home, if you like. Maybe stop for a coffee? A bite of lunch?”

She wasn’t quite sure she was hearing him right.

“You mean like a date or something.”

Was it too late to swallow back the words? Of course he didn’t mean a date. He was just offering a ride back to the city, was all.

“Not ‘or something’,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving hers. “I mean *exactly* like a date.”

We love a hero who’s not afraid to let a heroine know when he’s interested! You pack a lot of emotional complexity into a short segment – great stuff!

Lizzie was aware of the ferocious skull splitting pain in her head before she was properly awake. As she came to the surface the pain got worse as if someone was attacking her head with a hammer. From the inside. That had been some Christmas party, the senior management might want to consider their free bar policy next year.
Opening her eyes a crack, the daylight slid between her lids and intensified the sickening pain. She was certain that she had shut her curtains when she’d been getting dressed the night before. Slowly – very slowly – she moved her eyes around the room with the sinking realisation that this didn’t actually look like her hotel room. Then her eyes arrived at the other side of the bed in which she was lying. It was occupied.
Lizzie’s eyes widened in shock: Sawyer MacGregor was asleep in the bed next to her. Relaxed in sleep, his long lashes were fanned out across his cheeks and the strong jaw that Lizzie had doodled on her notebook during countless meetings was shadowed with the sheen of dark stubble. Sawyer MacGregor, CEO of Dynasty Diamonds, that she had watched, day dreamed about and lusted over was laid inches away from her. This would be a perfect opportunity to make a move on him, she’d never had any complaints about her seduction techniques before, it was the one area she was totally confident about. But instead her one thought was to find her clothes and her bag and escape that room because it obviously wasn’t hers – and she needed to get out before her boss woke up.
Slowly she started to slide out of the bed but was halted by a strong hand that shot out and gripped her forearm. Slowly opening his clear, metallic blue eyes and raising one eyebrow he asked
“Not going, were you?” as a long, muscular naked leg hooked around hers and pulled her unprotesting body across the bed towards him, his mouth kinking into a smile as it descended onto hers. Her heart beat quickened. She had been married barely six weeks and now here she was in bed with her boss. But after everything that had happened since her wedding day, who could blame her?

Now I want to know why she was married if she’d been secretly crushing on her boss at work. Great hook.

That final line is SO intriguing – we want to know what happened!! But whatever it was, something tells us that we’ll be rooting for these two against the odds!

Agghh. Have posted, but it’s awaiting moderation – again (I keep getting this but I promise I didn’t swear?!) Enjoying reading fantastic scenes up there – very nice 🙂

I used a bad word and got moderated too Charlotte. I changed it to mocktails and reposted. I decided I couldn’t wait til Tuesday again to get let out of swearword prison.

Fiona – you hero! You were right – I brazenly copied your mocktails idea, and it worked a treat! Thank you 🙂

Heroine lay motionless in the unfamiliar bed, her mind sluggish and her bone-tired body objecting to any change of position. The events leading up to last night’s Christmas party had certainly taken their toll.

It took her three attempts to force open heavy-lidded eyes. The last thing she expected was to find herself sharing a pillow with Hero, his countenance peaceful in sleep and less than a foot away.

She should move away, create some space, move back to her own pillow, but in the quiet still of the early hours, Heroine found herself unable to move. This was the closest she was ever going to get to sharing a bed with her boss and she was spellbound. Her eyes traced the contours of a face she knew well, yet had come to see in a different light these last few days. His characteristically clean-shaven jawline was concealed by three day old stubble, his typically neat, short-cut hair lightly dishevelled. Yet everything about him still exuded the ease and command to which she had grown accustomed over the last couple of years. Was there anything at which this man wasn’t proficient?

A wry smile tugged at her mouth. It wasn’t every boss who decided on an Executive Stretch outdoor weekend for his senior employees, but it was so fundamentally Hero. Three days outdoors, building the campsite, cooking food they caught and building rafts to race them, all building up to a Christmas party around the campfire last night. Forget the mocktail dresses and designer food, this had been a flannel-shirted, home-brewed hooch, hog-roast affair, and surprisingly everyone had enjoyed it – including her. Hard to remember how her heart had plummeted with fear, right into her brand-new, never-been-broken-in, blister-inducing hiking boots, when she’d first been partnered up with Hero.

As if sensing her scrutiny, his own eyes slowly opened to reveal familiar, clear, rich russet depths. Heroine expected him to move away, bouncing up off his groundsheet in his customarily buoyant morning manner, rolling up his sleeping bag and shouting his usual bright wake-up call to the rest of the slumbering team.

But instead of rolling away he stayed still, only his hand moved, reaching up to brush away a stray curl from her forehead. Oh boy, he must think she looked a real mess.

His lazy smile meeting hers, his low voice snaking right through her.

“So did you enjoy it after all, City-Girl?”

“I did, actually,” she whispered, not wanting to wake the rest of the hut. “I didn’t make the fool of myself that I feared.”

“Always underestimating yourself,” he shook his head.

“I’m almost disappointed that it’s over,” she could barely believe she might miss this place. Or was it bond she felt she’d been forging with Hero? No, that was just her imagination.

Hero shrugged lightly.

“Doesn’t have to be.”

She frowned uncertainly.

“But we’re packing up this morning, right?”

“Yeah, but I could give you a lift home, if you like. Maybe stop for a coffee? A bite of lunch?”

She wasn’t quite sure she was hearing him right.

“You mean like a date or something.”

Was it too late to swallow back the words? Of course he didn’t mean a date. He was just offering a ride back to the city, was all.

“Not ‘or something’,” he confirmed, his eyes never leaving hers. “I mean *exactly* like a date.”

Of all the bad decisions Kelly James had made in her life, her current predicament certainly fell into the top ten. Maybe even the top five. She wouldn’t go so far as to place this event in the top three, personal demons weren’t that easily bumped from their lead spots, but if nothing else this situation qualified for the what in the hell had she been thinking category.

“I assume you’re trying to decide whether or not to run.” Jon Morgan peered over her shoulder. Smart assed comment aside, his probing gaze triggered more than a few misgivings.

“It had crossed my mind.” Lying on her side, Kelly’s fingers flexed against the sheet, the subtle movement hidden from view by the tent of blankets. Granted most of the covers were askew due to last night’s activities. Making a hell of a mess out of Jon’ bed was something they always excelled at.

His hand on her shoulder heightened her sense of morning after dread as he eased her onto her back. Weak autumn sunlight filtering through the blue plaid curtains in front of a tiny window did little to brighten the room, although considering the circumstances the poor lighting was something of an advantage.

“So why haven’t you?” he asked.

Any hopes Kelly had of handling this situation with any kind of composure evaporated at the confusion in his eyes. After three years apart it would have been nice if one of them had any kind of clue as to how to cope with this, but then Jon showed up for her office Christmas party and Kelly realized her feelings for him hadn’t changed.

“I don’t know.” Okay, so brilliant and well thought out that answer wasn’t, but this situation wasn’t exactly conducive to straightforward thinking. She often told herself she had a handle on her feelings for him, but apparently her hormones hadn’t gotten the memo.

We absolutely love this! You set up so much emotional complexity, believability and depth, we instantly want to know more about this couple and their backstory…and, of course, what happens next! Really great writing!

She didn’t know which was more alarming, the unfamiliar bed she found herself in or that she didn’t know who was plastered tight against her back, their hot breath moist on her neck. The clear blue sky she saw through the wide window facing her mocked the muddled state of her mind as she tried desperately to clear her head. Gentle fingers brushed through her hair and a kiss was pressed to her ear.
She launched herself from the bed, her head spinning at the sudden movement. He made no move to grab her, only shifted to lean back against the headboard. Belatedly she realized she was nearly naked, covered only by what she suspected was his t-shirt, just barely long enough. Her legs were bare below the long t-shirt. She thought she still had her panties on, but wasn’t going to check. Her bra was definitely gone.
“Good morning.” Just that deep sleep roughened voice brought it back with startling clarity. The Christmas party. She hadn’t wanted to attend, but knew the rumor mill at Franklin Enterprises would run rampant if she’d failed to show after that mortifying video had gone viral. One drink, she’d decided. One drink, a few minutes mingling, a quick impersonal word with her boss to show everything was normal, and she’d head home to hot chocolate and a cuddle with Daisy, her mini dachshund. Nice and normal, everything back on track.
Nothing about this morning was normal. She rubbed the unfamiliar wrap around her right wrist, absently pulling and replacing the Velcro closure as she picked through her scattered memories. Gabe Franklin, her boss for the last month, smiled placidly at her, his obvious complete ease in the situation only irritating her further. A startling memory surfaced.
“You had me sedated.”
“Yes. You wouldn’t listen to reason.”
He said it so calmly, as if it was an obvious course of action anyone would have taken, as if she were a recalcitrant child he’d needed to take care of.
“You had no right…”
“Right? You were hurt and acting stupidly. I had every right.”
“You had a right to drug me, to sleep with me?”
“You were out of control and making stupid choices. As for sleeping with you, that was out of necessity and sleep unfortunately is all that we did. I didn’t want you waking up alone in a strange place.”
“You thought waking up with you would be preferable?”
“No nightmares, right?”
“I’m in a nightmare right now.” The fact that he was right, that she’d slept soundly in his arms was something she’d never admit to him.
“I’m leaving.” His attitude was infuriating, but his refusal to even understand the magnitude of what he’d done unnerved her even more. Her best bet was just to get out. “Where are my clothes?”
“I threw them away. The blood wouldn’t have come out anyway.”
“Blood?” She rubbed her eyes, her head pounding. “I don’t…”
“It’s no wonder you don’t remember.” He said sympathetically. “You’d already sprained your arm pulling Delores away.”
“Delores…” Her head snapped up. “Her ex-husband was in the bar.”
“Remembering finally, huh?”
She did, vaguely. Delores yelling, being dragged out of the bar. She remembered grabbing the older woman, struggling until the man threw both of them against the bar. Everything after that was a blur of pain, with Gabe taking charge of her.
“I need to get dressed.” His eyes traveled over her exposed legs and she regretting bringing up her state of undress.
“Have breakfast. I had an outfit sent up for you.”
“Ah, thanks but I’ll be fine.” He was naked above the sheet gathered loosely at his hips, and unbidden she remembered the feel of his bare legs crowding against her thighs when she woke up. He wasn’t moving from the bed, but she felt his attention change.
“It’s no bother. Then after breakfast we’ll go out and get the rest of what you’ll need.”
“Thanks, but I don’t really have time. I need to get going now.” She pulled open the closet door but except for some men’s clothes and shoes, it was empty. Before she could try the other door, he was out of bed and behind her, trapping her against the closed door. She turned and backed up against the hard wood, but couldn’t escape his body heat.
“Where are you going?” He asked mildly. “Do you even know where you are?”
“A hotel, I guess.” Her eyes drifted down as she lost the battle with her curiosity, snapping back from his midnight blue boxers when he chuckled.
“Um hum.” He agreed, moving closer, his breath feathering against her ear as his cheek rubbed against her face. She balled her fist, waiting, promising herself she’d pound him the moment he grabbed her, that she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting before he overstepped himself. He surrounded her, his arms a breath away from hers as he caged her against the door, his hands splayed behind her on the cool wood. Any moment now she’d feel his bare chest crush against her breasts behind their thin cotton protection, their hard tips flattening as he crowded against her. She may have found him attractive, she may have had a few day dreams about him since starting her job, but that didn’t excuse his high-handed treatment of her. Her breath was loud in her ears as she waited, but she still heard his small chuckle as he pushed against the wall, away from her.
“I chose a dress for you. Get dressed, then we’ll have breakfast.”
“You can’t keep me here.” Strangely breathless, she lifted her head, meeting his gaze defiantly. He cocked his brow, smiling.
“You’re right.” He agreed, surprising her. “There’s a phone right next to the bed. Why don’t you call the police?” With that he left, drawing the door closed behind him.

Sounds like quite the party! Her shock and mortification is well-conveyed, although would love to know a little more about why sedation was the only option – just so readers can stay onside with the hero’s behaviour too. But their chemistry is sizzling!

I wake up to the soft sound of snoring in my ear and a warm body encompassing my whole body. I snuggle in, enjoying the closeness and warmth…………………………
What? Snoring!! Warmth!! …..who the? What the?? How the!!
Where am I? Then it all comes flowing back, last night, works do, drunk, tongue down Pauls throat!! I remember him chasing me up the stairs to his room, carrying me over the threshold. Discarding our clothes with reckless abandon!! It was so romantic in the haze of copious amounts of wine and champagne. We had sex!! We did!! Don’t get me wrong I loved all of it but now in the cold light of day, how am I going to get out of bed without him seeing my flabby bits? I need the toilet, badly but first I need to get there.
Ok, let me think about this. I open one eye, on the floor, I see my knickers, gusset side up, lying on top of the bedside table (why do they always fall gusset side up?) My dress is thrown haphazardly over the chair in the corner, my bra is nowhere to be seen, oh the shame.
I reach out one arm trying to grab my dress off the chair, the one time I am so relieved that hotel rooms are small and compact! I am desperately trying not to wake Paul ( well, at least until I have been to the toilet and checked my face and rinsed my morning breath) I mean, I’m up for a morning session as much as the next gal, but needs must.
Success!! I grab my dress and manage to put it on under the covers, hardly moving the sheets as I did. I literally ‘drop’ off the side of the bed, and crawl, crablike towards the bathroom, I almost reach my destination, when a very sexy voice says: ‘lovely arse’ NNNOOOOOOO!! The back of my dress is ruched up on my back!
I looked at him over my shoulder and gave what I hoped was my sexy, seductive, come hither smile but in reality was probably a lobsided, lipstick smudged, teeth stuck to my lips grimace.
He started to come over to me, naked. HE WAS NAKED!! Oh, my lord!! I shimmied into the toilet, stuffed paper down so he couldn’t hear me ‘wee’, make up check, nicked some of his toothpaste and I was out of there into his waiting arms, and the rest, as they say is history…………………………..

Hahaha!!! LOVED how you nailed her feelings in such a humorous way! Really enjoyed this. 😀

OMG my head fells like a band is playing in it and my eyes are refusing to co-operate with my brain. I wish someone would turn off that annoying noise, what the hell is that anyway? ‘Thank god,’ I think when the noise stops, wait why do I feel like I’m trapped to the bed?
I slowly open my eyes and check out my surroundings, it’s the hotel room looking just the same as it did when out to the annual works Christmas party last night. I seem to have discarded my clothes all over the floor when I came back to my room.
Images of the previous night flash before my eyes. How gullible am I? I was challenged into drinking with Caroline and the guys from IT. Why do I never learn? Shot after shot and then the challenge, mine was to kiss the hottest guy in the room Jake. I blush at the thought of his gorgeous chocolate eyes and how his black hair curls over the collar of his shirt, how he always seems to have morning after stubble within a couple of hours of shaving. How he looked so hot in that suit, his white dress shirt fitting in all the right places and how his trousers clung to his taught back side. I feel myself getting hot at the thought of him, I’ve been crazy about Jake since the moment he walked into our office twelve months ago and never had the guts to do anything about it, until last night.
I need to use the toilet but why can’t I move, I twist around and find a taut body clamped around me. I gently try and extricate myself from the strangers arms, feeling embarrassed, what the hell did I do? ‘Please don’t tell me I slept with one of the guys from IT,’ I pray.
‘Morning gorgeous, I was wondering when you would be awake?’ my brain registers that I know the voice but it certainly doesn’t sound like any of the guys from IT.
I swivel further around and find myself looking into the chocolate eyes of Jake, my heart leaps to my throat and suddenly I feel like I’m going to be sick. What the hell did I do?
‘Sorry, need the ladies,’ I manage to squeak. Jake moves his arm, as I wriggle out of the bed and I’m shocked to discover I’m naked. I try to cover my modesty with my arms and dash towards the bathroom.
‘l’ll be waiting right here, gorgeous,’ Jake tells me and I slam the door behind me.
‘Crap, crap what did I do?’ My heart hammers in my chest, as I catch sight of my streaked make up and bed head. I quickly use the toilet and wash my hands
Further images flash through my brain, after I was challenged to kiss Jake. I dragged him on the dance floor and slow danced with him, his eyes never leaving mine all the time we danced. I had eagerly agreed, when he suggested our own party in his room and Jake and bagged us a bottle of champagne. We had barely made it into the room before we were ripping each other’s clothes off. I blush at the things we did and how much noise I had made.
A banging on the door makes me jump. ‘Katy, are you ok? Why don’t you come back to bed we can continue where we left off you naughty little minx.’
I can feel my cheeks burning at the thought. Desperately I search around the room looking for something to wear and grab a bath robe off the back of the door, slipping it on and tying the belt. I take a deep breath as I open the door. Jake is leaning on the door frame, his dark chocolate eyes dancing with mischief. ‘Why don’t you come back to bed?’
‘I can’t,’ I stutter. ‘We shouldn’t have done, last night, I could lose my job.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ he replies and pulls me into his arms, kissing me passionately. Initially I respond but try to push him away. I dash around the room picking up my discarded clothes, hoping about trying to pull on my underwear I fall face first on the floor.
‘We can’t, what about the no relationship rule?’
‘Stuff the rule, my company, my rules. Now come back to bed.’

What a masterful hero! Love her panic, and how he calmly overrides it 😉

‘It’s okay, you can open your eyes, I know you’re not asleep.’
The rich brown voice with the telltale Aussie twang pierced Bella’s befuddled brain. She had been lying as still as a corpse, trying not to throw up for what seemed like hours.
She opened her eyes slowly, grateful for the subdued lighting in the cell-like room. She recognized it as the tiny room that was reserved for doctors on call at night to catch a few moments of precious sleep. But she hadn’t been on call last night. She’d been at a party.
She turned her banging head cautiously and her gaze fell into calm grey eyes.
‘Good morning.’
Their faces were almost touching in the single bed and she realized she was trapped between the wall and the delectable body of Dr James Scott-Price, the brilliant young consultant cardiologist from Sydney who had taken over from the professor in January.
‘Good morning,’ she croaked.
She wondered where Prof was now. He had retired from clinical work when his wife had nagged him to take her on a world cruise. Wherever he was, she wished she was there instead of in bed with the enemy, the man who’d taken her job. Then gone on to win the respect of the whole team.
She lifted the duvet slightly and glanced down at herself. ‘What am I wearing?’
‘My tee-shirt. I keep a spare one in my locker as I sometimes jog home – it’s a great stress-buster.’
Talking of stress, she glanced at his bare chest. He was lying back on the pillows with his hands behind his head. A posture that outlined his toned muscles and made him appear more nonchalant than normal. She wondered if he was naked and the thought caused heat to race through her body like a raging fire.
‘Why?’ Short sentences were all her brain could cope with. She needed coffee and fast.
‘Because I had to take your top off last night, you had a … a bit of an accident. I’ve rinsed it through and put it on the radiator.’
‘Thanks.’ Oh my God, how humiliating.
‘No worries. Did you enjoy the party?’
Party? Who knew, she didn’t remember anything except walking into the staff coffee lounge which had been adorned with fake snow and paper chains to discover her boss dressed in a white silk shirt and tight black jeans, being mobbed by a gang of nurses.
Shortly after she started on the vodka. After downing three glasses of that lethal punch. Big mistake.
‘Don’t know. Did I?’ She fervently hoped she hadn’t embarrassed herself too much. Who was she trying to kid. She was in bed with him wasn’t she?
He threw back his head and laughed, a deep, sexy resonance that made the mattress bounce and threw their bodies closer together. A wicked thought stole into her mind of something else they could do that would make the mattress bounce. Or had they done that already?
‘Don’t you remember anything about last night, Bella?’
She gritted her teeth. ‘No, not much.’
‘So you don’t remember us…?’
Oh God, please don’t tell me they had hot monkey sex and she couldn’t remember a thing.
‘What did we do, James, honestly?’
He smiled and the wrinkles around his eyes made him look even sexier. ‘Slept. Oh, and you snored. Very loudly.’
‘You’re teasing.’
Bella was acutely aware that he hadn’t touched her. Even in the confined space with their bodies pressed close, he kept his hands firmly behind his head.
‘After you threw up, one of the house officers helped me to bring you in here. Luckily Rob MacKenzie was on call and spent the night in intensive care with a terminal patient. We were lucky, he could have come back at any time.’ A cloud passed over his face. ‘The poor patient wasn’t lucky, though.’
Bella knew how much James cared for all his patients. They were never far from his mind. ‘Why didn’t you just leave me?’ She felt ashamed of her behavior and knew she hadn’t deserved his attention.
‘Because your level of consciousness meant that you were at risk of choking on your vomit. I wasn’t prepared to take that chance.’
He had looked after her. First when she was sick then staying with her all night. Her heart was thudding a samba rhythm around her ribcage. If she’d been a patient she would have diagnosed White Coat Syndrome. James wasn’t wearing a white coat. He probably wasn’t wearing anything. She diagnosed uncontrollable lust. He was too masculine, too sexy and far too close.
‘Right. I’m off to the wards.’ He scrambled out of the bed.
‘Why? It’s Christmas Day, you’re not supposed to be working.’
He was wearing boxers and Bella couldn’t tear her gaze away from his sturdy thighs and ridged abdomen. He saw where her gaze was directed but didn’t care.
‘Why not? What are your plans?’
Her plans didn’t amount to much. Dinner for one in front of the telly was as good as it got. She shrugged.
‘Tell you what,’ he pulled on his jeans and didn’t look in her direction. ‘How about we do a quick ward round together then I’ll buy you breakfast.’ He sat down on the bed to put his shoes on. ‘And if you’re a really good girl, I’ll cook you a Christmas dinner tonight. The turkey is defrosting as we speak, and I’ve got a bottle of white wine chilling in the fridge.’
She was glad he had his back to her and couldn’t see her face. It must be glowing, lit up like a Christmas tree. She was spending Christmas Day with the most gorgeous man on the planet!
‘Oh and Bella,’ he turned and kissed her gently. ‘Happy Christmas.’

What a gorgeous hero! And poor, hungover Bella – our hearts really went out to her! Love how you manage to set up so much backstory and emotion in this too – lovely!

Gemma rolled over in bed, the pounding in her head interrupting the dream she was having of her and Mr. Out-Of-Her-League gliding across the dance floor at the office Christmas party. His arms were strong, and she fit perfectly against him…

The slight smile on her lips disappeared as her chest bumped up against the familiar wall of warm, solid male. Without opening her eyes, she knew who it was.

“Good morning, Gemma. Sleep well?”

Yep, she’d know that deep, honey-smooth voice anywhere. Ryan Pierce – her boss. And this wasn’t a dream.

Gemma’s eyes quickly opened and she pulled the comforter up to her chin, scooting away from the man she’d secretly been crushing on since he first walked into the offices of Pierce and Sons a year ago.

“Mr. Pierce. I…I obviously had a little too much champagne last night. I’m sorry. This is completely unprofessional…”

“First, you have to get into the habit of calling me Ryan from now on. Second…this type of behavior is completely expected for two people in love. Our agreement…remember?”

Shocked, Gemma racked her brain. Dancing. Champagne. Ryan, smiling and holding her in his arms. More dancing. More champagne. The senior Mr. Pierce was at the party. There was talk of him making sweeping changes after the New Year. Then, promises…

“It was a whirlwind night.” Ryan pulled her left hand from under the covers, kissing her fingers. Gemma’s breath caught, and not just from the romantic gesture. A huge diamond solitaire sparkled up at her from her left ring finger.

“I have to say, I couldn’t think of anyone smarter or more trustworthy than you to play the part. And you’ll make a beautiful Christmas bride. It won’t be hard pretending it’s real,” he winked.

A sick spike hit Gemma’s stomach. Ryan’s father was planning to name Ryan’s married younger brother Brandon the CEO of the company.Unless Ryan proved he’d found a suitable girl to settle down with.

“But, if this isn’t real, what am I doing in your bed?”

“My father is staying in the room down the hall while he’s in town. For appearances, you agreed to come home with me.”

It all came rushing back – the champagne and Gemma’s nerves combining to make her sick when they arrived at Ryan’s house. He must have read her mind and smiled wickedly.

“Nothing happened, Gemma. Although I have to say – you parading around in my borrowed shirt when my father popped his head in last night was a nice touch. I’ll owe you extra for that, when he signs the company over to me.”

A great way to set up an engagement-of-convenience story! And love the simmering sensual tension you’re building too.

Anna Beth woke up with her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, thanks to one too many Long Island Iced Teas. Max, her giant Maine Coon cat, had been crowding her to the point of claustrophobia. And giving off heat like a blast furnace, but Anna Beth refused to open her eyes, knowing the mother of all hangovers awaited her once she did. She much preferred going back to sleep, maybe enjoy a few more of those alcohol-induced dreams starring her sexy, gorgeous boss, Sawyer Jackson. Although she could do without a repeat of the mildly disturbing one involving Elvis. She nudged the cat, figuring if he didn’t move, at least he would stop snoring. He nudged back and she—Wait! What?

Her eyes flew open. She sprang upright in bed. That warm body asleep next to her, snoring softly, wasn’t her cat. The man might be on his stomach with his head turned away, but Anna Beth knew the back of that head like she knew…well, the back of her hand. She likened the glossy hair with polished black marble, complete with a few strands of gray. She’d been mooning over the back of that head from the first day he’d come to work for Propulsion Dynamics. Sure, she’d swooned over Sawyer’s front too, but a lot more discreetly. No open gawking at the boss. Her stomach lurched when she realized the snoring had stopped.

He ran a hand over the back of his head. “Mind telling me what it is you see back there?”

“W-what?”

“You have spent the past year staring at the back of my head.” He rolled over. “A lesser man would have a complex by now.”

“Last night…I…I don’t…I don’t…” She shook her head and immediately wished she hadn’t.

“So glad you didn’t say that last night.” He tugged on the sheet she now had clutched in her fists. “Don’t tell me I married a blanket hog.”

“M-married? We—” She gulped, clinging to the sheet. “Elvis?”

“Yup, you insisted. I obliged.” He grinned, a brief lift of those generous lips. “What the heck. When in Vegas…”

Anna Beth glanced around the opulent hotel room. Why hadn’t she noticed it before? Maybe it had to do with the man lying beside you, her inner voice chided. “We’re in Las Vegas…in a hotel room…and we were married by Elvis?”

“I’m pretty certain he was an impersonator, but yeah, I think you’re caught up on last night’s activities.”

She wanted to jump off the bed, but she was naked and he had the other end of the sheet. “Did we…umm…I mean…if we got married, we must’ve…”

He made a tsking sound with his tongue. “What kind of cad do you take me for, Anna Beth? I don’t take advantage of drunken women.”

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. “And yet you marry them!”

“That, I can explain.” He sat up and lounged against the upholstered headboard as if waking up married was an everyday occurrence. “The law, in its infinite wisdom, states that husbands and wives can’t be compelled to testify against one another.”

Back down the rabbit hole again. “You married me so I wouldn’t testify against you?”

“What?” His head jerked back. “Sweetheart, I did it so I couldn’t be compelled to testify against you.”

What a twist – we’re desperate to find out what happens next! Convincing reactions, great dialogue, what’s not to love?!

“Who’s that, Mommy?”
Jackie woke up to her three year old son’s gentle hands caressing her cheeks. Her head pounded and her mouth was dry. She smiled into little Johnny’s face. “Good morning, Baby…” she said. “What are you talking about?”
“Grandma says he’s a sheet insector, but I don’t believe her. He’s snoring too loudly to insect anything.” He giggled. “Grandma says to wake you up. She said to do it really loud!” He started to bounce up and down on the bed and sing his ABC’s really…really loudly.
Jackie caught her son and started tickling him even as her head thumped to every one of his giggles. “Why did grandma tell you to do that?”
“That would probably be because of me.”
“Oh, my God!” Jackie grabbed her son and tucked him closer to her chest while staring at the man in her bed! She knew him, she thought as her eyes blinked. It was her boss! She barely recognized him. Usually he wore a suit, and his hair was kept tidy and gelled, but today, he was wearing one of her husband’s KISS t-shirts and his hair was quite unruly. She patted her son’s back and then looked into his little face. “Go see Grandma and tell her that the sheet inspector will be having breakfast with us.” She was going to have some explaining to do to her mother later, but right now she had other things on her mind.
“Okeedokey! Good morning sheet insector!” he said jumping off the bed with a huge thud. “Good bye sheet insector!” he said, running out through the door.
She tried to still her heart rate, before turning toward Mr. Brown. Things just didn’t get any weirder than this. Mr. Brown was the owner of the Co-Co-Nut clothing boutique she worked at, where they made their own material blend and designed their own clothing line. She wasn’t even one of the designers; she just worked the sales floor. She didn’t even think he knew her name! “Where did you get that?” she asked, referring to his shirt, and discreetly peeking down at her own long flannel nightgown. She let out a sigh. It could have been the short frilly thing she sometimes wore, but thankfully it was in the laundry!
“You gave it to me last night…”
She must have been truly wasted; those shirts were sacred to her. She shook the thought away, looked at him and bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to ask, but she had to. She wasn’t on the pill. She hadn’t any need to be on the pill. Her love life was as exciting as her flannel nightgown! “About last night,” she started, blushing as she tried to recollect anything. If anything did happen, she sure wished she could remember. Richard Brown was beautiful and she loved him from the first moment she set eyes on him! Well, maybe not right away, but a gradual crush led to full blown desire and dreams that kept her awake at night! “I…don’t remember…well, anything actually.” She gave him a face. “Any chance you can fill me in?” she added on a short laugh.
“Well…” he said seriously and placed his arms behind his head. “Let’s see…we both got pretty hammered.” He nodded thoughtfully. “You told me how you felt about me. You said that you’ve loved me for a year and you wanted to have four of my babies.”
Jackie’s face fell.
“I joked that I only wanted two children,” he said glancing at her for two seconds. “You of course argued that our babies would be beautiful and I quote, “It would be a shame not to share with the world four of the most beautiful specimens…in the world…of the world” then you stumbled into me and threw up on my shoes.”
Jackie swallowed. “Wow…is that all?” She wanted to die right now. Just have a massive coronary. Poof! Or the bed could become possessed, fold into itself and take her with it? Anything would do really.
“Not quite.”
“There’s more? Yay for me…”
“You danced on one of the tables…”
“Oh, no…” She dropped her face into her pillow.
“Broke…that said table.”
“Oh, God…” she muffled from the pillow.
“Broke three glasses…a water pitcher, flower arrangement and maimed my designer.”
She brought her head up. He was going to fire her for sure. It would all be worth it if she could remember a damn lick of their night spent together. “At least I was productive…” She gave a weak laugh.
“I think the word you are looking for is destructive.”
“Yes, of course…” she said respectfully and cleared her throat. “Is Marjory going to be okay?”
“She’ll be fine. The stitches will heal, but don’t expect she’ll be talking to you soon.”
“Stitches!”
“Glass piece in her arm.”
“Oh, God…” she groaned. “Um…I’m glad she’ll be okay, but I was wondering…” she stammered. She had to find out. It was killing her! “So…did we…you know…” she paused.
“Hmm?” he asked, thoughtful.
She squinted her eyes closed. “You know…do the deed?”
“Do the deed? What do you mean?” He looked at her and tilted his head.
“You know…” she said and blushed wanting to die a thousand deaths. And then come back to life just to die again! “Sex…” she whispered.
He frowned. “I think the question is how many times…” he swung his legs out of bed and stood up. He was still wearing his suit pants. “We did it in the pool bathroom once,” he said doing a couple of jumping jacks. “We did it once behind the hotel. Once downstairs in your kitchen…That was fun…” he stopped jumping and crossed his arms looking at her.
“In the kitchen?” she swallowed. Where? Oh, God! What if her son came downstairs!
“And once in here.”
“I don’t even remember once…”
“Well, that’s not good for my ego,” he said dryly.
“Sorry.” She wrapped her arms around herself. What if she got pregnant? It was one thing to bang your gorgeous boss, but another to have his baby! Even if it was true she’d thought about what their love babies would look like. And maybe she had doodled a love child or two on a doodle pad during work hours, but that was hypothetical! This was reality! And in reality her boss was a selfish jerk! She looked at him and frowned. He looked so smug, like he hadn’t a care in the world. “Didn’t you think that maybe I was too drunk to have sex with you? Didn’t you think that maybe…I was not going to remember anything? You know my past, at least you should if you cared at all! I have a son. We’re on our own here after my husband…after he…” Just say it! Make him feel like the jerk he is! “What kind of man are you to take advantage of a woman whose lost her husband, has a child and works for you? You probably don’t even know my name!”
“Relax, Jackie. We didn’t have sex.”
“What?” Her heart was hammering away and she was starting to shake from the confrontation. “But you said…”
“I lied. You should have been more careful. You were drinking like a guppy. Like you said, you have little Johnny to think about. Luckily you have people around you who care about you.” He looked at her pointedly. “Do you think that after losing your husband two years ago, that I would take advantage of you like that?” He shook his head. “Get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast,” he said, taking off her husband’s Kiss t-shirt to slip on his dress shirt.
Relief flooded through her as she watched him button up his shirt. She was surprised he knew her name and her son’s too. “You have no idea what a relief—“
“Yeah…well, I didn’t say I was a Saint. I said we didn’t have sex. There are plenty of other things we did.” He walked toward the door and turned back to her. “You have an interesting tattoo on your left butt cheek, by the way. And I can’t wait to slap it the next time we’re in bed together.” With that he left the room and went downstairs.

Love this. So glad he redeemed himself – sort of – at the end! Great last paragraph. 🙂

haha, what a brilliant last paragraph – love how it sets up his charisma and sexual confidence! Jackie’s clearly had a tough time of it the last couple of years, so she definitely deserves a hero like this to have some fun with!

Wow. Thanks everyone. You made my day!!! All of you are soooo good. It means a lot.

Suddenly, an arm slung over Abby Baker in her bed. Her eyes shot open. Through morning-eye fog, she focused on the oversized, slumbering hand dangling in front of her face and saw a man’s…golden wedding band!?

She sprang up from under her Christmas-patterned quilt fully dressed in a festive pants suit. The snoring man’s arm fell with a thud to the top of her queen-sized mattress, as she ran across her room to exit. But reaching for the door handle, Abby stopped dead in her tracks. Seeing two half-filled glasses of milk and a plate of crumbled cookies on her dresser told her exactly who was in her bed.

“Mr. Forster,” Abby said shakily from the distance. She always called her boss “mister”–an address even more apropos now, since she saw that he was married. “Please get out of my room.”

A deep grunt sounded from under the quilt. Then an air-sucked yawn. The man sat up in the bed, his face still covered by the quilt. Then he snatched the quilt down and Abby jumped back. It was Dylan, all right. His steely blue eyes, as clear as day, gazed at her.

Her knees shook. Her heart pounded. Butterflies filled her stomach. But Abby couldn’t allow those to continue, could she? After all, she just saw that the man she had a crush on for the past twelve months was married. Why was he in her bed? How? They’d both only been drinking milk last night at the Christmas party.

Forcing her look to his dress, Abby giggled. He’d still been wearing over his suit the “Ugly Christmas Sweater” that she secretly gifted him with last night. The sight of the upside down flying Santa in his sleigh being pulled by reindeer, with a brilliant, hot sun shining in the background, and the word “July” stitched into the garment, amused her all over again.

Had the milk been spiked? she wondered.

Not since three months ago, when Abby had run into Dylan at an AA Meeting, had she been so shocked. Running into her boss at a sobriety meeting was alarm enough. Waking up alongside him in her bed and seeing that he was married was something entirely different. She wasn’t a home wrecker!

“My Secret Santa, I presume?” asked Dylan through a mischievous grin.

Really like the AA angle – raises lots of complex emotional issues to be tackled. But would love to know how he’s going to explain the wedding ring!

Logan noiselessly made his way back into the bedroom, careful not to wake the beautiful blonde who lay sleeping in his bed. He paused a moment to take in her ethereal beauty. He had felt inexorably drawn to her from the moment she had stepped into his office, two weeks ago. Uncharacteristically, he hadn’t bothered with any background checks, he had taken one look at her and had handed her the position of a temporary PA, to him, there and then.
He wasn’t immune to the way she reacted whenever she was around him. He knew, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Last night at the Christmas party, she had shed her inhibitions and come onto him in a way which had made it difficult for him to refuse her.
Just as he made his way back to the bed, he knocked over her bag, spilling the contents onto the tan pile carpet.
“Damn!” He muttered under his breath, as he waited to see if he’d woken her. He hadn’t. Quickly, he retrieved the items and placed then back into the designer bag. As he was about to click it shut, he saw a photo sticking out of the inner pocket. An inexplicable tug of curiosity made him remove the photo to take a closer look.
He felt his breath stop. It was a family photo. He recognized the family. The stunning brunette in the picture was none other than his duplicitous blonde PA!
Disbelief, followed by anger rushed through his veins like molten lava. He felt sick. What the hell had he just done?
The slender figure shifted in the bed, commanding his attention. He watched as her eyes fluttered open and shy azure eyes met with his.
“Good morning, Eliana.” He said harshly, the corners of his sexy mouth pulling into a semblance of an icy smile. “Or should I say, Princess Elaina.”

Lovely to get inside the hero’s head, and his shock at his discovery is strong – now you’ve got us desperately wondering what she’s hiding!

Thanks for all these fab entries, everyone – they’ve been super-fun to read and as ever, the quality is sky high!

This Writing Challenge is now closed, but we’ll see you back here on June 5th for the next one!

Wonderful writing ladies! Thank you everyone for making this such a fun event! It was fun reading them all and seeing how others write. Next time, I’ll comment individually. Looking forward to the next one.

You all write so well. It makes me a little terrified of the big world of all those good writers out there.

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