New bimonthly feature on my blog, aptly titled: “The first draft of anything is sh*t”, where I will share an excerpt, a teaser or the first draft of something I’m working on. Caution: Unedited / unproofed so be gentle, lol.
The door slammed shut behind him and she watched as he turned the lock. He faced her then. Jourdan looked him straight in the eye, an eyebrow raised, silently daring him to push her one more time. But Bryan didn’t say anything. Instead he took off his tuxedo jacket and threw it over the arm of her office couch. And then, as she looked on, mystified, he casually glanced at the watch on his thick wrist before proceeding to roll up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, all the way up to his elbows. He was angry, she could tell. And he was hard, she could tell that too..