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Authors: Tiffany King
Tags: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary Women, Women's Fiction, New Adult & College
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side and stood up to check out the goodies in the room. The sheer size of the basket Remi had sent practically took up the entire table it was sitting on. I untied the large bow and let the cellophane fall away so I could get a full gander inside. There were individually wrapped chocolates with different creamy centers, fruit-dipped chocolates, pretzels wrapped in dark and white chocolate, and every nut imaginable, also covered in chocolate. It was a chocolate lover's wet dream. I nearly had an orgasm just smelling it.
Taking a handful of the wrapped chocolates, I walked around the suite discovering things I'd missed when I first arrived. Like the discreetly hidden mini fridge with an assortment of bottled waters, and as if someone above was still looking out for me, cans of Diet Coke. I pulled one from the small refrigerator and popped the top, letting the tiny bubbles tickle my nose as I took the first sip.
Grabbing my shoulder bag, I headed back to the chaise lounge. I was in the mood to get a little more writing done and the spectacular view would provide plenty of inspiration. I scooted the coffee table closer, placing my Diet Coke and chocolates within reach. Settling myself on the chaise with my laptop on my folded legs, I was ready to get started.
Several hours and a couple thousand words later, I closed my laptop and stretched my arms up over my head. The book was progressing so well it almost scared me. Sooner or later I was bound to hit a brick wall. The characters were finding their own voices and driving the whole story. For some reason, this project felt different. Maybe it was the excitement of starting a new series with fresh characters, or it could be the energy in the city that was helping my mojo.
A sudden knock at the door made me jump from the chaise in excitement because I already knew who was waiting on the other side.
"Holy shitballs, are you a celebrity or something?" Olivia asked, stepping into the suite. She openly gawked like I had when I arrived earlier. "Did they mix you up with J.K. Rowling?"
I smacked her on the arm. "I know, right? When I got here I thought it was a mistake too. I've decided even if they did eff up, they'll have to drag me from the room kicking and screaming. By the way, why didn't you tell me I would have an assistant during the trip? It seems like overkill, don't you think? You and Mom will be with me for almost half the trip."
Olivia left her suitcase by the large closet and headed to the sitting area before answering. "I knew you'd say that, which is why I decided to let you discover that tidbit on your own. I didn't want you to balk at the idea. Besides, if they want to give you an assistant, why not take it? Greg seemed cool on the phone, and I'm told he's quite efficient."
"He is, but doesn't all of this seem like a little too much? It makes me nervous to think about all the dough they're sinking into this. What if the new book comes out next week and totally bombs?"
Olivia rolled her eyes dramatically. "Why would you even say that? That's like jinxing it or something. The book is going to be amazing. Everyone thinks so. Own it, slutbag." She reached into the basket and pulled out the package of chocolate-covered pretzels.
"Hey, those are mine!" I reached out to grab them.
"Ha, I knew you were a diva," she said, holding them out of my reach.
"Just kidding. I'll share," I said, unwrapping another chocolate. "I want real food though, so get your ass in gear."
"Yes, your highness."
I stuck out my tongue immaturely. "Bite me."
A small moan of pleasure left her lips as she popped one of the pretzels into her mouth. "These are amazing." She turned the box over to check out the price. "Holy monkey nuts. Twenty-two bucks for these? Maybe you're right. You don't deserve twenty-two-dollar pretzels."
"You're such a brat," I said, tossing a small throw pillow at her. "Come on, I'll buy you a twenty-two-dollar steak."
"Oh no. You're not getting off that cheap. You'll
Taking a handful of the wrapped chocolates, I walked around the suite discovering things I'd missed when I first arrived. Like the discreetly hidden mini fridge with an assortment of bottled waters, and as if someone above was still looking out for me, cans of Diet Coke. I pulled one from the small refrigerator and popped the top, letting the tiny bubbles tickle my nose as I took the first sip.
Grabbing my shoulder bag, I headed back to the chaise lounge. I was in the mood to get a little more writing done and the spectacular view would provide plenty of inspiration. I scooted the coffee table closer, placing my Diet Coke and chocolates within reach. Settling myself on the chaise with my laptop on my folded legs, I was ready to get started.
Several hours and a couple thousand words later, I closed my laptop and stretched my arms up over my head. The book was progressing so well it almost scared me. Sooner or later I was bound to hit a brick wall. The characters were finding their own voices and driving the whole story. For some reason, this project felt different. Maybe it was the excitement of starting a new series with fresh characters, or it could be the energy in the city that was helping my mojo.
A sudden knock at the door made me jump from the chaise in excitement because I already knew who was waiting on the other side.
"Holy shitballs, are you a celebrity or something?" Olivia asked, stepping into the suite. She openly gawked like I had when I arrived earlier. "Did they mix you up with J.K. Rowling?"
I smacked her on the arm. "I know, right? When I got here I thought it was a mistake too. I've decided even if they did eff up, they'll have to drag me from the room kicking and screaming. By the way, why didn't you tell me I would have an assistant during the trip? It seems like overkill, don't you think? You and Mom will be with me for almost half the trip."
Olivia left her suitcase by the large closet and headed to the sitting area before answering. "I knew you'd say that, which is why I decided to let you discover that tidbit on your own. I didn't want you to balk at the idea. Besides, if they want to give you an assistant, why not take it? Greg seemed cool on the phone, and I'm told he's quite efficient."
"He is, but doesn't all of this seem like a little too much? It makes me nervous to think about all the dough they're sinking into this. What if the new book comes out next week and totally bombs?"
Olivia rolled her eyes dramatically. "Why would you even say that? That's like jinxing it or something. The book is going to be amazing. Everyone thinks so. Own it, slutbag." She reached into the basket and pulled out the package of chocolate-covered pretzels.
"Hey, those are mine!" I reached out to grab them.
"Ha, I knew you were a diva," she said, holding them out of my reach.
"Just kidding. I'll share," I said, unwrapping another chocolate. "I want real food though, so get your ass in gear."
"Yes, your highness."
I stuck out my tongue immaturely. "Bite me."
A small moan of pleasure left her lips as she popped one of the pretzels into her mouth. "These are amazing." She turned the box over to check out the price. "Holy monkey nuts. Twenty-two bucks for these? Maybe you're right. You don't deserve twenty-two-dollar pretzels."
"You're such a brat," I said, tossing a small throw pillow at her. "Come on, I'll buy you a twenty-two-dollar steak."
"Oh no. You're not getting off that cheap. You'll
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