Share a Scene Sunday (3)

Since November 1st, I've been working on a little novel called Limelight and Dust, my very first novel that cannot be categorized under the Young Adult genre, and it has been quite a ride. I think it's almost done, but it certainly has figured out a way to draw itself out into something rather interesting and complex. Basically, it's about a make-up artist who falls in love with an actor, which gets her in a lot of trouble, especially since she managed to get herself a little stalker. I've had a lot of fun with this one, since I haven't had to censor myself. I love being able to let lose and really get the story out the way I want to. So, here's a little scene for you:

Seth noticed her as soon as he walked into the room, but he wasn’t the kind of guy to seem desperate, so he went to the bar first. His whole body was hot just thinking about her looking at him, and he knew she was. He ordered a Jack and Coke and leaned against the bar, but then he couldn’t keep his eyes from straying to her.

He had no idea what she was doing there. Make-up artists were certainly never invited to these sorts of things, but he also knew that most make-up artists weren’t friends of Sybil’s, a fact that Sybil could no longer deny, since they looked awfully cozy, sitting next to each other.

She stared back at him for a few seconds, but then her eyes widened, as if she had just noticed he was watching her, and then she looked away. He couldn’t tell if she was blushing, thanks to the annoying pink lights, but he could certainly hope.

He planted himself against the bar and watched her and Sybil talk, and then Sybil got up and went to talk to someone across the room. The girl sat there by herself, as the other girls around her also got up, and he wanted to go over there. He wanted to sit next to her and run his hand up that sexy leg of hers. He wasn’t quite sure how it had happened, but since he left her trailer that morning, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her.

It took him a very miserable second to realize that Cassey was coming straight toward him. He looked away from the make-up artist and turned to face the bar, hoping she would think he wanted to be alone. Sure, Cassey was hot, but she was also nineteen. He was rounding thirty, and wasn’t particularly interested in boinking a teenager.

“Hey, Seth. What’s going on?”

Thankfully, the bartender chose that moment to set his drink in front of him. He snatched it up and gulped down as much of it as he could before his eyes started to water. “Hey, Cassey. What are you doing here? Aren’t you too young to be in a place like this?”

The beautiful blonde bimbo rolled her eyes. “Please. They let me in here without any questions, you know that.” She took a step closer to him, so that he could feel the heat of her body against his. “I guess that’s the benefit of working with someone as amazing and sexy as you. People get to know a girl like me.”

Seth nodded and turned toward the bar again, trying to make his point clear. He had never been more uninterested in Cassey than he was right then. All he could think about was the woman on the other side of the room. “Cassey, if you don’t mind, I kind of just want to be alone.”

He spoke into her reflection in the mirror over the bar, and he took pride in her next expression. Her mouth fell open a little, and her strategically placed body went stiff. “Whatever, Seth.” But she did exactly the opposite of what he hoped she would. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips against his ear. “Look, I know you want me, and it’s only a matter of time before you give in.”

Her hot breath sent chills down his spine, and he turned to look at her, his face just inches from hers. They were both silent for a second, but then Cassey stepped back, winked at him, and walked away.

He watched her go, until she had moved far enough away from him that he could focus on the make-up artist again. She was still there in the corner of the room, practically disappearing into the couch, and he knew he had to save her.

If there are any writers out there, reading this, I hope you'll share a scene of your own, and I would love to read it!

xoxo,

Vicky B