My Sexy Saturday #29 – One Sexy Lady #MySexySaturday
Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday. This is where writers post either 7 words, 7 sentences or 7 paragraphs from their published work or work in progress, sticking to the week’s theme. This week’s theme is one sexy lady. I’m sharing another snippet from Sweet Spot, my lesbian sports romance novella from Ellora’s Cave, which will help you extend that awesome Wimbledon feeling, as it’s about tennis players!
Taking a couple of healthy gulps of the drink in my hand, I hoped the booze would kick in soon and give me just enough of a buzz to loosen my tongue. But not so much that I thought karaoke and dancing on the tables was a good idea. Not that this do had karaoke—it was much too classy. Or at least it was classy at the moment—it was still early. I’d never been to a party full of world-famous athletes before. Perhaps things got messy after a while. I guessed I’d find out soon enough.
I glanced around the room, trying to look as though I belonged, as though I didn’t feel as awkward as fuck waiting for my crush to return. My gaze was drawn back to Nadia, so I let it be. She had her back to me, anyway, and I drank in the sight of her, her long brunette hair free from its constraints for once. And as for the knee-length black dress and strappy silver heels…well, let’s just say they made her look so gorgeous it hurt.
By the time she came back, I only had a tiny bit of my liquid courage left, so I finished it, put the glass down on a nearby table and took the one she offered with a smile.
She shrugged. “No problem. It’s not as if I paid for it. So, what did you think of today?”
“Um, well, it was great that Travis won, obviously…” I didn’t know what else to say. How could I discuss this subject without mentioning her knock-out?
“Hey, you don’t have to sugarcoat it, V. I had the women’s title within my grasp and I blew it. But I’m not bitter. Sasha Cross deserved to win. She played better than I did. It looks as if I’m not leaving the academy any time soon. Not least ‘til I’ve got a Grand Slam title under my belt. Hopefully that’ll be the Australian Open.”
My heart leaped and a warm feeling permeated through my body. I hadn’t thought of it like that. Yes, being beaten in the final was shit for Nadia, but brilliant for me. It removed some of the urgency from my plan, certainly. And if I got my head out of my arse and got on with it—and everything went my way, of course—we could have a few months together before she had to leave the country for any length of time.
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