This week, I wasn’t really inspired by anything, other than my fingers flying across the keyboard. I had no clue where they would lead, but it felt like heaven to sit down in one of my local Starbucks and let my mind expand into its own realm of relaxation and freedom.
Hope you guys enjoy this week’s flash fiction.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
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Note This is an unedited scene
M/M ADULT CONTENT
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Tap. Tap. Tap. It was driving him crazy. Why did Rebecca have to flick that freaking pen all the time. Did she not realize tehre was others around who created best with silence? She had to. She’s been asked, over a thousand times, to stop. Did she respect the other? Course not.
“You okay, Seth?”
No. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then why is your lower lips bleeding.”
Seth wiped his lips and stared down at the faint trace of blood. Shoot, he’d been nipping his lip again. A pesky habit of aggravation.
“Pen getting to you again?”
Did his boss expect him to admit how much his other co-worker was driving him up the wall while doing nothing but creating. Rebecca was one of the top sketchers for Travis Dunmore, a genius game creator.
“I can still move you across the way.”
Why did his boss keep offering to move him? Kind of him, but there was no way he was giving up his perfect view into his boss’s office. The man had one hell of a body to inspire, and fill, every second of Seth’s fantanises. Nope. He was not giving up his wonderful view over some lousy tapping.
“I’m fine, Sir.”
“If it becomes too much,” his boss leaned in a bit closer, turning the sketch Seth spent the last hour perfecting around. Seth couldn’t help the deep breath he took. “let me know. I’ll make sure you have the best view.”
“Best view?” Seth squeaked out.
“Yep. How about the desk behind my office?”
Crap. His boss’s office sat in the middle of the office space and consisted of nothing but glass walls.
“Want to take me up on the offer?”
Offer? Eight hours of watching his boss’s back, seeing his ass each time he stood. Course he wanted that. Could he answer and not sound like some twisted stalker? Didn’t matter if he could have or not. His mouth worked quicker than his logical brain.
“I’d love that.”
“Great.” His boss’s breath brushed over his cheek as he leaned back. “I’ll make it happen. The area does have a great view. You might want to check it out in person before you make your final decision.”
Seth gasped, looking up in time to see his boss’s lick his lower lip. “Interested in doing so?”
Boy was he, but he doubted his boss meant the same thing his mind conjured up.
“All you have to do is say yes.”
“Good then. I’ll show you personally.” His boss stepped back, grinning. “Don’t have time right now, how about you stop by about seven.”
Seven? No one would be around then. Everyone left at 6m even him.
“Yes. Going to be here and see the view?”