Victoire Absinthe glared at the paper back she held in her hands. It was her newest romance novel, “Rigged for Pleasure”- it was trashy and terrible but housewives bought it up like hot cakes and kept the money rolling in. She was so glad she went by the pen name Scarlet Divine. She shuddered…. what would her mother think?!? Robbing banks and killing people is one thing, but impropriety?!
The package was delivered to her at her hotel earlier that morning, while she was finishing her coffee and preparing to go on a walk around the city. She took the package from the poor boy, (who still couldn’t meet here eyes) and went upstairs to her room to see what the stupid ladies at the publishing company had done for a cover.
The book was a rip roaring sexy adventure, complete with a dastardly villain who turned to be a reluctant hero with a crazy libido and hard on for the damsel. Victoire designed a cover accordingly. But instead of her beef cake cover, the publishing company decided to go with a pedestrian version showcasing a pirate ship and fluttery banner. Disgusted, she threw the paper back aside and sat at the tiny desk under the window.
She watched a couple cross the street to the bakery on the corner. The woman doubled over in what appeared to be giggles, clutching the arm of the man whose erect posture reminded her of a proud showman. Victoria’s lip curled. She hated men who showcased their dates but she hated the women who allowed themselves to be showcased even more. She closed the blinds. Stupid. Love was stupid. Ā Her eyes fell upon the note that was shoved under her door that earlier that morning.
“You.Me.Dinner.7.Tonight.” it was signed, “L”.
The note had been read and re-read. She didn’t know how she felt. Lawrence was certainly a man but what kind of man was he? She had no time for romantic pitfalls or screw ups. But the sex was good, so she supposed she could make the time for dinner.
He had to have a motive. Or did he? And, more importantly, what did she want in return?
(AUTHORS NOTE: ok so I am working with Tiffany Yowell’s character Lawrence in this scene. She’s written some great stuff about how Lawrence secretly loves Victoire, and I am building off that to create a cool narrative. At this point, Victoire is used to calculating events and how they transpire, and not really into relationships without a reason. Including good sex. For this assignment, we were supposed to create a book cover. I know that the book covers themselves don’t play a HUGE part in this story, but I know I have mentioned that Victoire was a trashy romance novelist in the past, and wanted to incorporate what she wrote into this post as well as her relationship with Lawrence. It is undeveloped at this point, but as time continues, motives and feelings become clearer as Victoire becomes closer with Lawrence. For the images, the ship in the first image is one of my own, and the buff dude is from the huffington post)
