Jen is Such a Tease!

9:07 PM Vi Nguyen 1 Comments

You should all know that Jen is the Queen of Teasers!

She just updated her blog with a teaser of something awesome she's working on right now - a "sekrit project", if you will:

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, heading toward the cabinet near the fridge.
            “Yes. Please.”
            Hunter glanced at me. “You look surprised.”
            “You don’t seem like the type who does gentlemanly things like that.” Or civil things, but I figured I shouldn’t tack that on.
            His lips twitched. “I’ve been known to surprise myself every once in awhile. Turning back to the cabinet, he grabbed two glasses. “I have soda, milk, water—”
            “Milk? I’m not ten.”
            He turned around, eyes glimmering in the light. “And how old are you? Nineteen?”
            Offended, I leaned back on the stool. “I’m twenty-two.”
            “Hmm…” He put the glasses back and picked up two wine flutes.
            My eyes narrowed. “Didn’t they give you like a basic file on me or something?”
            “Yes.” Hunter swiped a wine bottle out of its rack.
            Staring at the back of his broad shoulders, I pictured a spider monkey landing on him and biting his neck, total vampire style. Actually, maybe zombie style. That would do more damage. “Have you’ve read it?”
            Hunter spun around and crossed the distance to the island. He placed a glass of dark wine in front of me. “I have.”
            My skin felt tight. That’s how irritated I was getting. “Then if you’ve read even the basics, you would know I’m not nineteen.”
            Leaning his elbows on the table, he took a sip of his wine. “Most likely.”
            “So you asked if I was nineteen to annoy me?”      
            “Quite possibly,” he murmured, watching me over the rim of his glass.
            A sharp tingle was spreading across the back of my skull, spreading like a heatstroke. “You’re an ass.”
            “And you have a potty mouth.” Hunter flashed a quick grin.
            I took a deep, calming breath as he finished off his wine in one gulp. I hadn’t even touched mine. “Should you be drinking while you’re working?”
            “Should you be asking so many questions?”
            “Shouldn’t you have at least put a shirt on by now?” I snapped back. “Adding that to the whole drinking thing, you’re really inappropriate.”
            Hunter chuckled, and the sound, oh wow, the sound of his amused laugh sent a shiver down my legs. “You haven’t seen inappropriate, pet.”
            “Don’t call me that.”
            He prowled around the island. He didn’t walk—oh, no—the graceful movements of his denim clad thighs reminded me more of a great lion stalking its prey than how a human walked. My breath stalled out as he sat beside me, spreading his thighs wide so that one brushed my own leg.
            “Do you have a thing against pet names?” he asked.
            “Ha. Ha.” Gripping the stool, I scooted away. The metal legs made this horrible scratching sound. I hope I ruined his tile. “What did you want to talk about?”
            Hunter inched his stool toward mine, taking back the distance. Even sitting down, he was a good head or two taller, so when he bent over, his face was right in mine. “You.”
            My throat dried. “You’re in my personal space.”
            “You’re in my home therefore that cancels out your personal space.”
            “Your logic is faulty.”
            He cocked his head to the side, lashes lowering. “My logic is the only logic around here. You need to get used to that.”
            And he needed to get used blunt objects being thrown at his head, because it was about to happen again.

Oh, Jen! How you love to make us beg for more!

1 comment:

  1. I LOVE IT. :3
    I'm really interested in finding more about this. But then again I will read just about anything that Jen writes without thinking twice. :D I'll patiently wait.

    Aleksandra @ Divine Secrets of a Little Bookworm

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