Weekend Dirty Dozen No. 4 #WD12
It’s week four of Weekend Dirty Dozen, which I found via their Facebook page, here. Rather than carry on with the story I shared last week, I wanted to do something different, in honour of the very special date.
As I’m sure you know, today is Remembrance Day (that’s what we call it in the UK). Wherever you’re from, whatever it’s called to you, it means the same to us all. So in honour of that, I’m going to share twelve sentences from an erotic anthology I put together last year, called Uniform Behaviour. As my way of saying thanks, a proportion of the proceeds from this book go directly to UK charity Help for Heroes, which provides help for returning servicemen and women who’ve been injured at war.
I’m not going to say any more as I don’t want to get maudlin, so without further ado, here’s dozen from my story in the anthology, entitled Just Couldn’t Wait.
Carla was pissed off. She’d made an awful lot of effort for this event, and it was totally bombing. As a freelance journalist, you never know when you’ll need a favour, so Carla had dressed up and attended in order to keep everyone happy. The evening was the launch of some perfume or another – it was basically an excuse for a glitzy party and some networking. Unfortunately, though, it wasn’t doing anything for Carla, networking or otherwise.
Hell, the party was posh enough. There was plenty of food and drink to go around, but the company sucked. All the fun people clearly had better things to do this evening. Which is why Carla was displaying behaviour most unlike her; she was being a wallflower. There were hardly any people around that she knew, and the ones she did know, she didn’t particularly like.
Lurking in the corner, she observed. Not that there was much to look at.