Things are kind of hectic right now, but I thought I'd post one of my favorite sections of the new Hollywood Heart novel. Haven't picked out a name yet, but I'm sure that will change soon. Hope you enjoy :)
Deciding that a root beer barrel sounded great she picked up her bag and nearly cried out in frustration as her bag tipped upside down, which normally wouldn't have been a problem except that somehow at some point her bag had opened. The soft whir of the air conditioning unit was momentarily drowned by a loud gasp and the clanking sounds as everything in her purse hit the tiled floor.
"Why me?" she mumbled pathetically as she grabbed her bag and started to shove things back in. Things started to look up when she found a twenty dollar bill she'd forgotten about and her favorite pen she thought she lost a few months back. Well, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all she thought as she kneeled on the cool tile floor so she could reach several items that escaped the confines of the stall.
After a minute it became obvious that her arms were just too short to reach items that escaped the stall. Sighing heavily, she opened the stall door and crawled out picking up items as she went. Two tampons and a quarter later she was frowning at a pair of very large black leather shoes.
Her first thought was one of sympathy for whatever woman had feet that large. That feeling slowly disappeared as her eyes traveled up a pair of men's black slacks to a very masculine jacket, shirt and tie that in her opinion really looked good on the obviously fit torso. Slowly, ever so slowly, she looked all the way up and gulped when she saw beautiful laughing green eyes and perfectly combed short honey blond hair.
Why on earth did it have to be him? A month ago when she came in for a meeting he had been the reason why she nearly choked on her own tongue. It was really unfair that someone so shallow should look so gorgeous. Really, it wasn't fair. No one person should be blessed this much. He had everything going for him in life and he knew it. It was a constant reminder to people like her that life really was unfair and was kind of sucky sometimes.
His eyes lit up with amusement as he held out a tampon to her. Not just any tampon, but a purple tampon with the words "Super Super Heavy" written in clear bold letters.
"I believe this is yours, Miss. Harris," he said, sounding close to laughing.
Jamie grabbed the tampon and shoved it back into her bag as she quickly got to her feet all the while avoiding his gaze. When he tried to help her up she took a step back.
"T-this isn't the women's room, is it?" she asked, knowing someone up there was having a heck of a time with her today.
"No, no it's not," that deep smooth voice that wreaked havoc on her heart said.
She nodded. "Of course it's not," she muttered to herself. Really what else could she expect?
Still avoiding his eyes she said, "Well, ah," she cleared her throat, "it's ah, very nice. Spacious, clean and all that."
He chuckled.
Darn it!
