I’ll be honest, I HATE this point before a book launches! I’m generally a pretty cool calm and collected person (or at least, I like to think I am!), but pre-release, the nerves start to set in. Hard.
I don’t think that matters are helped by the fact that I’m on deadline for Spider’s book, which will be the next in the in Rough Ink Series. Nothing like a little bit of pressure with a side of pressure, and a little pressure for dessert, right? Wrong!
Oh well. I have big plans for the rest of 2019, and moving into 2020 and beyond, and if they’re going to come to fruit, this is how it’s going to have to be. Work, work, work, and no rest for the wicked. Which, by the way, if that saying is accurate, I must by definition, be VERY wicked, because I’m certainly not getting much (okay, okay, any) rest right now.
But that’s okay, because I got this, and it’s only a moment in time. It’ll pass, and one day and look back and be glad I did it (and survived), because it will all have been worth it. My plan will have manifested, and I’ll be on the other side of the hill, sipping gin, and admiring the view. But right now, I’ve to keep climbing…
So, one week to go, and still time to pre-order your copy of Zed at a discounted price. The price goes up after release, so now’s a great time to snag a bargain. Plus, it also mean it’ll be sitting on your Kindle the moment it’s release in your region, so what are you waiting for? Jump on it now!
As though on cue, the door to the shop swung open and in walked a woman I had never seen before. Straightaway I knew she was LILF; she stood out in the shop like a dick in a nunnery. She was also looking around as though she thought she might catch some kind of airborne infection just by being there.
I seriously couldn’t remember the last time I saw someone so out of place anywhere, with her prim-and- proper blouse and skirt combination, the skirt sitting just on her knees. She wore heels, but not fuck-me shoes—I guessed they would be described as a “respectable height” by someone who knew or cared more about both fashion and respectability than me.
The blouse had a big bow tied at the neck, leaving basically everything to the imagination, and she had her hair pulled back in a severe, prim bun. Seriously, could she be any more of a cliché? She just needed a pair of reading glasses perched on the end of her nose to complete the “uptight but sexy librarian” look.
Actually, that wasn’t quite it. It was less sexy librarian and more female Clark Kent. It was as though she was attempting to disguise herself by hiding in plain sight, but all it would take to get a completely different view of her would be for her to let her hair down and remove the pencil from her ass. As it was, she looked so tightly wound, I was half expecting her to burst a blood vessel at any moment.
“LILF, I presume?” I kept my tone light, despite my earlier irritation. She was on my ground now, and I wanted to make it clear who was holding all the cards.
She cast her gaze up and down my body, arching an eyebrow. Clearly my business attire didn’t meet her stringent standards. In all honesty, bare-chested with a low-slung towel around my waist didn’t meet my own dress standards; I had only come fully into the reception area when I realized the puking mantis was still there. Otherwise I would have stayed in the hall.
Then when the door had opened and revealed Little
Miss High and Mighty, I’d momentarily forgotten my post- shower state, distracted by her…𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. But once reminded of my semi-nakedness, I decided to work it. If she thought she could come into my shop and look down her nose at me, she was about to learn the hard way that I wasn’t to be messed with—clothed, naked, or any way in between.
It also hit me what LILF stood for. 𝘓𝘢𝘸𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘐’𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬—the corporate law version of MILF and DILF. 𝘐𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘥. While I totally understood why the little punk would call her that, I was also fighting the overwhelming urge to knock his head clean from his shoulders.
“I’m Octavia Douglas, one of Xander Cross’s legal team over at Franks, Lieberman, Wren-Joseph, we spoke earlier. I’ve come to collect him.” She nodded toward the now faintly snoring heap that was Xavier Cross.
I didn’t miss the disdain in her voice and on her face as she talked. Nor did I blame her. I would definitely be pissed if I were in a similar position. She seemed to be getting more irritated with every passing second, much to my amusement.
“And by the way, you can’t just—”
“Nope.” I actually put my hand out like a traffic cop, motioning for her to shut the hell up. “You’re—” I looked at my watch again “—thirteen and a half minutes late to pick up your drunk, high, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 charge, so the way I see it, you have no bargaining chips here. Whatever you think I can’t ‘just’ do is of no consequence to me. Let me tell you how it’s going to be.”
©️MV Ellis 2019
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