Wednesday, October 12, 2011

When Gwen meets Jaron--a scene from The Sweater Curse

Gwen attends a gala evening and meets...

I snapped my fingers and every man in the room jumped, but him. He continued to talk with a blue-haired old lady. Was he gay? My dress was visually appealing. Knit from a bamboo blend, it hugged my curves. The hem was mere inches past my ass. The deep V-neck framed my cleavage. Look at me, damn you, I silently demanded as I bent over. Everyone looked, but him. Enraged, I marched over to him.
"Excuse me."
"Yes," he said.
"I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed listening to your story. I'd love to hear more, see more of you. Anytime. Anywhere." I grinned. My words were a thinly-veiled invitation to erotic pleasures.
His eyes focused on my face. "So, you enjoyed my story?" I nodded. "I wonder if I was able to effectively convey my underlying message?" His eyes didn't rake my body. I was puzzled. He must be gay.
"I think your message was clear."
"Yes, please continue. I'm listening."
"You think our society undervalues artists," I offered. "And you think this is an unfair judgement."
"What do you think?"
"I think your assessment is accurate."
Conservation flowed easily between us.

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Anonymous said...

Having read the book, I know what happens next, but I promise not to tell a soul...

Author Leanne Dyck said...

: ) Thanks, Laurie