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Date Posted: 20:46:02 05/14/10 Fri
Author: debikm
Subject: Ah, the first meeting
In reply to: Page 's message, "Word count: 1,323. Step this way >>>" on 16:36:53 05/12/10 Wed

>Excerpt from working title Royal Orleans
>©2010 by Juli Page Morgan
>Posted for purposes of critique only and does not
>constitute publication
>
>It was like being caught in a blender; tossed about, a
>crazy whirl of lights and sound, sharp jabs from
>unseen elbows. Sherry fought it as best she could,
>but she was held captive by cut 'the hands of' the
>gorilla-like security goon security gorilla? I love them mental picture I get from this: black suit white shirt, tie and no neck. and there was no way to
>break his grip as he dragged her through the crush of
>people to the limo.
>
>Tossed without ceremony into the back of the car, her
>escape was thwarted as King Kong climbed in after her.
> Scooting across the seat away from him, her gaze
>swept the rest of the car with apprehension. Other
>than her abductor, there were two more men seated
>opposite her in the car. One of them, a thin, balding
>man who bore a strong resemblance to Woody Allen, was
>muttering into the car phone, apparently oblivious to
>his surroundings. As Sherry’s eyes moved to the man
>across from her, she caught her breath in recognition
>and her hand froze in the act of reaching for the door
>handle.
>
>Geoff Albright sat sprawled in glorious abandon, his
>head thrown back and his arms crossed over his eyes.
>His long legs stretched toward Sherry, and despite the
>current situation she couldn’t help but admire their
>lean lines and the way the black denim hugged his
>thighs. Her eyes rose to his neck and she resisted
>the urge to lick her lips. She was freaky about a
>well-formed neck on a man anyway, and Geoff’s was the
>most tempting she’d ever seen. I can appreciate Sherry's appreciation, but a neck fetish? This is a new one on me .;-) What the hell, if some guys can prefer feet to boobs, who am I to judge?
>
>She gave herself a stern mental shake. This was no
>time to lose her senses lusting over this man,
>wondering what he’d look like sitting there without
>that shirt, golden brown hair cascading over his bare
>shoulders, chest ripe for the touching, maybe the top
>button on his jeans undone…Stop that! There were more
>important considerations that cut 'needed' to be addressed;
>mainly how in the world had she ended up in a car with
>Geoff-oh-my-God-Albright in the first place? She
>watched him like a cowering titmouse would a hawk
>taking its repose in a nearby tree, but he showed no
>awareness she was cut 'even' there.
>
>As the driver put the car into gear and roared away
>from the club, Sherry came out of her state of shock
>and found her voice. “Excuse me, but just what the
>hell is going on?”
>
>Woody cut 'broke off his phone conversation and'. Implied from the following looked at
>her as if she had two heads. “I’ll call you back,” he
>barked into the phone before slamming it down and
>glaring at Sherry. “How the fuck did you get in here?”
>
cut 'Returning his glare', 'glare/glaring' close together. Probably fine without this. Sherry jerked her thumb at the
>goon next to her. “Ask Muscles there. He’s the one
>who grabbed me and threw me in here.”
>
>The large man looked confused. “She’s not with us?”
>
>“Well, look who just grew a brain,” Woody snarled at
>the bewildered behemoth. He transferred his wrath to
>Sherry. “Get out.”
>
>“Like hell I will!” Eyes wide with outrage, Sherry
>crossed her arms over her chest and sat her ass more
>firmly on the seat. “You’re not putting me out alone
>in this neighborhood in the middle of the night.”
>
>“Don’t be daft, Teddy.” The soft voice with its
>British accent overrode Woody’s – make that Teddy’s –
>objections, and all eyes turned to Geoff who was
>looking at Sherry from under his crossed arms. “You
>don’t have to get out, sweetheart. Ignore him.”
>
>“Gee, thanks.” Sherry tried to control the trembling
>in her legs. In all her fantasies of being in a limo
>with Geoff Albright, this scenario had never come up.
>“So where exactly is this car headed, may I ask?”
>
>One corner of Geoff’s mouth turned up in a smile.
>“Some radio station’s throwing a party and asked me to
>stop in for a bit.”
>
>“Radio station?” On full alert, Sherry sat up and
>leaned forward. “What radio station?”
>
>Geoff raised his arms from his eyes and rested them on
>top of his head. “Is it important?”
>
>“You bet it is,” she informed him. “I work for the
>number one station in the New Orleans market, and I
>know for damn sure we’re not throwing any parties
>tonight.”
>
>A lazy grin made the corners of Geoff’s eyes crinkle,
>and Sherry discovered crow’s-feet were a definite
>turn-on. “Number one, hm?” He looked her up and down
>with appraisal. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
>
>Sherry answered the challenge in those dove-grey eyes.
> “My name’s Sherry Moretti. I do mid-days at Rock
>107, and yes, I’m number one in my time slot. So are
>all the people I work with.” A sudden thought made
>her lips quirk in amusement. “Oh, my God. Don’t tell
>me this shindig’s being thrown by Z98.”
>
>Geoff turned his head toward Teddy with an expectant
>look. “Well?”
>
>With ill grace, Teddy took a notebook from where it
>lay beside him and flipped through the pages. After a
>moment, he nodded. “Yeah, that’s it. Z98.” He
>tossed the notebook aside and gave Sherry a withering
>stare. “What of it, Miss Number One?”
>
>Clapping her hands over her mouth did nothing to
>stifle the laughter that burst out of her. “Oh, this
>is classic!” Giggling, she pointed cut 'a finger' at Geoff.
> “If you value your reputation at all, you won’t allow
>them to take any photographs of you at this thing.”
>
>Appearing delighted by her laughter, Geoff grinned.
>“And why not?”
>
>Sherry pushed her hair back, still giggling. “Because
>A – their ratings are behind the local country
>station, and B – they don’t even play your solo
>album.” It was almost funny to watch how fast the
>smile faded from Geoff’s face. “Not a track,” she
>told him with mock sympathy. “Oh, they do play White
>Heather – in their oldies rotation.”
>
>“Oldies?” Geoff’s arms lowered and he pushed himself
>upright. He turned to Teddy with a snarl. “Some
>manager you are. If they don’t play my bleedin’ music
>why do they want me at their fucking party?” A frown
>drew his eyebrows together. “You don’t think they’ve
>found out I’m doing an album with Xander, do you?”
>
>Teddy’s eyes widened with alarm and he jerked his head
>toward Sherry. Geoff turned to look at her, wariness
>evident on his face.
>
>Sherry’s smile was that of a woman who just won the
>lottery; in terms of her job, she just had. “I won’t
>tell a soul,” she assured him. “That is if you’ll do
>an interview with me on my show.”
Good girl!!
>Geoff started to smile again and eyed her with
>admiration. “And if I don’t, Miss Number One?”
>
>“It’s your call.” Sherry shrugged, her smile
>broadening into a grin. “But if you don’t I’ll just
>track down Xander Wilson, tell him I heard the news
>from you, and get his side of the story.” His soft
>laugh encouraged her. “I’d much rather get it from
>you, though.”
>
>“And I’d much rather give it to you.”
>
>Sherry blessed the soft, indistinct lighting as she
>felt her cheeks flame. She’d have to watch what she
>said around this man. Much of her boldness had fled
>at his double entendre, but she couldn’t pass up the
>opportunity to pin him down to an exclusive interview.
> Her numbers would shoot through the roof at the news
>Geoff was working with Xander again! “So?” she asked,
>injecting a note of amusement into her voice. “Can I
>book the interview?”
>
>The look in Geoff’s eyes changed, and Sherry repressed
>a shiver; the cowering titmouse had just been spotted
>by the hawk. “Yes.” He held up a hand as she opened
>her mouth to speak. “But on one condition: You be my
>escort at this little party tonight.”
>
>A brief laugh shook Sherry’s shoulders. “They won’t
>let me in; they’re too intimidated by me.”
>
>Geoff’s soft laugh tickled her ears. “They will if
>you’re with me. Do we have a deal, Miss Number One?”
>
>“The name’s Sherry, and yes; we have a deal.”

Love it! Sherry is quite a girl and Geoff is British. What's not to love? Hurry and give me more!

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[> [> [> Thank you, Debi! >>> -- Page, 13:34:25 05/23/10 Sun

As always, your super eye has caught the very things I need to eliminate/change. Thank you!

And the neck thing? Oh, yum. A beautifully molded neck with smooth skin, just waiting to be licked...erm, sorry. But as Paige2 would say, humina humina humina! *G*

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