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Sunday Snippet for Stay

From Stay Coming 1/29/2018

 “Stop it,” I hissed as I pushed Jordan’s hand off my bare knee for the fifth time in a matter of minutes. “I’ve tried subtle. I’ve tried sweet. Now, I’m pissed.” I stared at him. In his mid-thirties, my boss was considered incredibly attractive by most with his sun-kissed hair, bronze skin, and green eyes, but I saw him differently since we worked so closely together.

“You shouldn’t mess with the driver,” he teased. “I really need to concentrate on these country roads.”

“Right. So, maybe you shouldn’t mess with me.” I glared at him.

He chuckled. “Do you have any idea where we are?”

Chills ran up and down my spine. I glanced out the window and watched for a sign. There was nothing but trees surrounding the narrow road. I opened up my map app, but it refused to load. “The middle of fucking nowhere,” I grumbled.

“Exactly. It’s a long drive back to L.A.” He grinned, much like a wolf who had homed in on his prey. “Hell, I don’t know what you’re complaining about. You should be thrilled I’m even remotely interested in you.” Jordan looked me up and down briefly before turning his attention back to the road.

I sucked in a breath of stale air as my eyes widened. “And why is that?”

“You’re not exactly my type,” he sneered. “You’ve seen the women I date…long, lean, drop-dead gorgeous. Basically, your complete opposite.”

With a hollow laugh, I considered my words. “I thought female was your only requirement. Oh, and alive. I had no idea you had such discerning tastes.”

WIP Wednesday: Stay

From Stay
“You blame me!” Lexi shouted. “Admit it!”
I ran a hand through my short dark hair then licked my lips before responding, adding an extra second of thought before I spoke. Naturally, it didn’t help. My feelings spilled out. “Why wouldn’t I? Why shouldn’t I? Your fucking greed cost me my dream.” I crossed my hands over my chest and turned away, stalking toward my front door and away from her.
Soon, the sharp tap of her stilettos sounded on the pavement behind me. I stiffened, but when I continued to ignore her, I hoped she’d take the hint and leave. “What can I do, Xander? How can I fix this?”
I whipped around and threw my hands in the air. “You can’t!” My heart raced and blood rushed to my face as the humiliation of the experience washed over me. My eyes closed, I spoke in a low voice, “Just go.”
“I don’t want to go. We need to talk about this.” Lexi tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder and stared at me with those pleading blue eyes of hers. She knew what she was doing. Normally, I’d melt. I’d take her into my arms, and soon we’d be in my bed, making up. She stared up at me through her lush dark lashes. “Please,” she whispered in her sultriest voice.
This time, I stiffened, feeling more than a little manipulated. “No. My career is over. My life is over.”
Lexi huffed. “The two are mutually exclusive. You can have a life and build a new career. We can do this together. So…being a solo artist didn’t work out.” Her nostrils flared as she spoke. “There are tons of bands out there who need a lead singer, a guitar player, someone with your stage presence. They need Xander Cross.”