Apr 30, 2008

Flash Fiction Wednesday 4/30--My Attempt

Should've known it wouldn't work, that little voice in her head whispered, unconcerned with how stupid the chortles made Nicki feel. Spontaneous wasn't Harold's way. The man planned everything to the nth degree.

Rolling on to her side, she gazed up at the hand cuffs binding her to the hotel room bed. Although she'd turned down the air conditioner, after nearly an hour waiting, chill bumps were beginning to coat her nude form. And she couldn't get loose because she'd dropped the darned key when she'd tried to retrieve it from the nightstand.

To top it all off, she'd cuffed herself to the side farthest from the phone. So now she was stuck here until housekeeping showed up--whenever.

Determined to at least be comfortable, Nicki slipped off the mattress and bent to tug the bedspread back with her teeth. Three tries and she finally had the thing off the pillow and down far enough--maybe she could use her foot...

"Quite the greeting, Miss Vymes."

"Oh, crap," Nicki moaned squeezing her eyes shut and hoping the man leaning against the wall and watching her was a horrible nightmare induce by the double chili dog she'd had for lunch.

Was Fate out to ruin her entire existence?

She only had to look into the mirror above the dresser across the room to understand the amused smirk lifting the man's lips. Who wouldn't laugh at a woman, always considered a bit on the plump side, nude, one foot on the mattress of a king-sized bed, bed cover dangling from her teeth like a puppy with a chew toy, and handcuffed to the headboard.

It wasn't like Luke Rayland hadn't already seen her at her worst--like when the brakes went out on her car and her old Saab plowed into his new truck. And then, less than forty-eight hours later when the strip club she'd been taking pole dancing lessons in had been raided by the vice squad he'd been assigned to.

Dropping the cover she determined she might as well get it over with. "Well, make yourself useful, G-Man, and come take care of this."

Wicked blue eyes widened in surprise before a sexy grin lifted his lips. "My pleasure, ma'am," he assured her as his hands rose to push the buttons through the holes on his shirt.

5 comments:

Unknown said...

Hello, this is adorable! you can certainly say a lot in a couple of hundred words.

Trista Ann Michaels said...

Yeah but where's the rest of it????

:)
Trista

Qwillia Rain said...

Sorry ladies...still getting used to blogging.
Nicki and Luke just popped up this morning at 6 am but I'll see if I can do any more with the pair.
May have to use them on my own blog on my website (once I get my blog going)hmmm
Thanks,
Qwillia

Trista Ann Michaels said...

It's great beginning Qwillia. I say run with it...:)

Robin Snodgrass said...

More please! What a very very tempting beginning. Don't leave us hanging...

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