I'm coming off something of a stress and drama filled work week. I have a seasonal job at a local golf course and we're down to two people since we're winding down to our October 31 'official' close. When one of those two people has to take time off… it sucks hairy ones—especially when they wait until the day before to say anything. Just saying.
Moving on to fun stuff. Let's see, Lost Girl will air its final season sometime soon. I'll be sad to see the show end. Haven returns with Evil Audrey. I refuse to call her by whatever name she ended up with when she went inside the barn and returned. I'm also pretty excited for Flash to debut. Anything that has ties to Arrow can't miss in my book.
That's it for TV this week.
Tonight's post is from Quid Pro Quo, a short erotic story where my main female character makes a play for a coworker.
Here's the tagline:
When Abel Reynolds gets injured and laid up for a couple of days, Lark Munroe decides to provide a little quid pro quo check in on him, except she's got way better ideas to pass the time than Abel ever did.
And a snippety peek…
Lark knocked on the door.
Abel called out. "Come on in. Can't get up to answer."
She chuckled and entered his apartment. The living room looked like a bomb went off. His go bag rested in the middle of the floor, partially unpacked. He'd thrown his jacket over the chair and his socks and boots led from the doorway to the couch. Her eyes widened. Super-neat freak Abel had to be hurting if he left a huge mess.
She flicked her tongue over her lower lip. "Wow." She bent down to pick up a boot.
Abel stuck a bookmark inside the book he read. "Leave it. I'll get the mess picked up the day after tomorrow." He tossed the paperback aside. "Why are you here?"
Lark moved some clean laundry to a basket and settled onto the chair perpendicular to the couch. "Just wanted to check in and see if you needed anything." She toward his wrapped ankle. "How's it feeling?"
Abel rolled his eyes. "It feels like a pain in my ass."
Lark snorted. "I know what you mean." She grabbed a pillow from the end of the couch and leaned forward to prop his foot on the cushion. "But suck it up, Abel. It's only two days."
Abel crossed his arms over his chest. "Feels like a lifetime. I hate inactivity."
Lark nodded. "I know you do, hence the reason I dropped by to see if I can get anything for you."
He sighed. "Bring me my paperwork. At least it'll give me something productive to do."
She chuckled. "The book not very interesting?" She reached for it and read the back cover copy.
He shrugged. "It's a little predictable." Straightening, he twisted around and picked up a glass of tea. "Do you want any? You'll have to serve yourself, but there's a fresh pitcher in the fridge." He took several long swallows.
Lark shook her head. "Not right now." She rose and snagged the glass from his hand. "But let me refill this for you then I'll head out and pick up your reports." She glanced at the time. "Should be back within thirty minutes. Can I bring you some dinner?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Why are you being so nice?"
She grinned. "Quid pro quo, Abel. When I busted up my knee, you dropped by every other day to see if I needed anything. Just returning the favor." She made her way to the kitchen and topped off his glass.
Abel frowned. "You don't owe me anything, Lark. I didn't stop by so you'd have to pay me back."
She made a garbled choking sound. "I know, you idiot." She carried his drink back into the living area and put it within his reach. "Now shut up and say thank you."
He shot her a sideways glance. "Thank you."
She headed for the door. "That's better. Be back in flash." She looked back over her shoulder. "With dinner."
I'm looking forward to finishing this one up. It won't take Abel long to get on board with Lark's plans for after dinner.
That's it for this week. Happy reading!