Welcome to this week’s Mid Week Tease. It’s amazing, but I think spring is finally here. Some trees have baby leaves on their branches, and the world is slowly turning green, my favorite color. In honor of this wonderful time of year, I selected a scene that goes with the idea of flowers and spring and all those wonderful things. Since May 14th marks the one month release anniversary of Just For The Weekend, my contemporary romance from Crimson Romance, I thought I’d pick the teaser from there.
Just For The Weekend starts out at a sci-fi convention. The heroine, Cleo, dressed in the seductive costume of a green Orion slave girl, has been rescued twice from guys, pumped up on alcohol and testosterone by a handsome Gul in Cardassian armor. Now that she’s cooled down from the last encounter, she and Gul Sam are searching for their friends. Cleo, is a shy kindergarten teacher with very little experience at flirting or anything else. Now that she finds herself alone with this male hunk, she’s not sure what to say, so she tries to make small talk. Sometimes it not as easy as it seems. If you’re outside, there’s that old standard, the weather, but indoors, you’re stuck with the decor!
“I can’t imagine where they found all these flowers. Look at that one. It looks like something Cruella Deville would love.” Damn. Kindergarten speak.
Sam laughed. “They do have some rather weird ones here tonight. That is a Dalmatian orchid, and you’re right; it would please Cruella. I’m up on my Disney movies.” He winked. “That blue one over there is called Love in a Mist, and that orange and yellow one is Beehive Ginger—all very exotic, and all very earthy.”
“How do you know so much about flowers? I’d love to photograph some of them.”
“Just a skill I picked up over the years in my line of work.” He chuckled. “So, are you interested in flowers or photography?”
The band began to play Liz Phair’s Supernova, one of her favorite songs, and she relaxed. “Both, but mainly photography—nothing professional. I just like to take pictures and play around with them on the computer.” This isn’t so bad; maybe I can pull it off.
“I’d love to see some of your work. You going to invite me up to your place later to look at your ‘etchings’?” He wiggled his eyebrows and pretended to be smoking a cigar, his voice a bad imitation of Groucho Marx. She was a huge fan of mid-twentieth century comedians and burst out laughing. She liked this guy.
“Cool your jets, Groucho, I never reveal my etchings on a first date.”
Sam looked at her, and suddenly it felt as if they were the only ones in the room. He bent his head, and she thought he was going to kiss her again. Instead he spoke softly, pulling her close to him to ensure she could hear his voice over the music.
“I can arrange for you to take pictures in here tomorrow, when there’s light. No one’s supposed to come into the room, but I have connections.” He indicated a white orchid set apart from the others. It was attached to the wall as if it were growing out of the sky. “That white one over there is a Ghost orchid, very rare and protected under Florida law. That’s a silk recreation of the real thing. Part of the reason it’s on the endangered list is because only one insect, the giant sphinx moth, has a long enough … feeler … to penetrate the long nectar spur and pollinate the flower.”
The huskiness in his voice sent sexual desire rushing through her. How can talking about insects pollinating flowers make me think of hot sex? The music was fitting. She felt like a star about to explode.
Sam smiled as if he’d read her mind, and Cleo took a sudden interest in an orange Jamaica orchid until she realized that flower wasn’t cooling the sexual images at all.
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