A Six Sentence Sunday seems like a good way to start, so let's do it.
This is from my current WIP. A little background is in order.
Cleo's journalism carreer was going well, but personal circumstances force her to take a job that paid more than she could ever hope to make where she was. To her mortification the job is at tabloid. This tidbit comes from her first day on the job. She's just been introduced around and given her cubicle. She knows she'll be learning the ropes from Alec, a fellow "reporter" who she can't help but notice is on the hunky side. (Must be those well honed powers of observation that makes her a good reporter.) She's been looking at past issues of the tabloid, and in a moment of despair, lays her head on her desk.
"Contemplating suicide already?"
Startled, Cleo jumped into an upright position so hard her chair nearly tipped over backwards. She grabbed the desktop with both hands to keep herself from going ass over teakettle. When she was sure she was no longer in danger of showing the world the color of her thong underwear, she discovered that, sitting in her chair, her eyes were level with Alec's crotch.
He apparently found uncoordinated women a turn on, because he either had a hard-on that would choke a giraffe or he stuffed his pants with rolled up socks. Given the environment they were in, her money was on the socks.
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