Snippet Sunday

I’ve shared the cover art for Spying on the Boss at my Author Facebook page and you can see it on the “Buy the Book” page. But I wanted to share a bit of the story of that scene with you.

My author friends will be aware of the Art Fact Sheets, or AFS, as I’ve learned they are called. For Harlequin, this is a long…very long…very detailed form in which you describe up to four main characters.

You also pick out three scenes and describe them down to the time of day, mood, clothing characters are wearing. These sheets are what the art department uses to design

This dish washing scene that made it to the cover was actually my favorite of the three and the one I hoped Harlequin would use.

Here’s the rest of that bit of the story. Some set up: Sadie has a family style dinner for her crew of hot man maids once a month. This scene takes place after all the guys bug out to go to whatever hot guys do on a Friday night. Molly, the company’s older office manager, knows Sadie has some feelings for Wyatt….

 

Molly picked up a bag from the counter. “Okay, then. Sadie, the pots are in the dishwasher. You need to finish up the plates and silverware. Everything else is done so I’ll see you Monday, y’all have a great weekend. Bye.”

Sadie put her hands on her hips as Molly scooted out the door. “Well, bye.” She turned to Wyatt as he walked in to the kitchen. “She could have said she didn’t want to wash the dishes. Sheesh!”

She went to the sink and began to fill it with hot water and poured a generous dollop of dish soap over the plates stacked there. “Julietta is reading Jack a book.”

“Guess I’m on dish duty with you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Owe you for the dinner.” He stepped to the double sink. There were two dish drainers on the counter. “Wash or rinse?”

“I’ll wash. I hate rinsing. It’s boring.”

They stood side by side, washing and rinsing. He could hear Julietta’s voice lilting in a sing song as she read to Jack. He was overly aware of Sadie’s body next to his. The brush of her shoulder against his arm and the accidental bump of her hip sent ripples of heat through him. She handed him a plate and their fingers touched so he held on for a moment. She looked at him, her eyes wide and blue, her lips parted. God, she felt it too.

Her head swiveled back to the sink. “I hope it was okay I painted her nails.”

“It’s fine. But I may have to hire you for girl stuff lessons.”

She smiled and shook her head, making a tendril at the side of her neck sway. The urge to push it aside and press his lips to the tender spot at the base of her skull went through him. And then work around the column of her neck to that spot where her pulse was fluttering. And then… He tore his gaze away from her neck and shifted against the growing pressure in his groin. You gotta stop this.

“I’m probably not your best bet for that kind of stuff.”

“No?” He tugged a plate from her fingers and playfully bumped his shoulder against hers. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to see her blush. “What are you my best bet for?”

She drew in a sharp breath and peeked up at him. He got his blush and resisted a smile. He turned towards her and leaned in. One kiss. Just one. So he could go on with his life with the knowledge of how those lips would feel against his. As his mouth approached hers, she turned to him and tilted her face up to his. He let his hand touch her waist, ready to pull her closer.

“We can’t do this,” she whispered.

He stopped and let his hand fall away. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. But we can’t.”

She couldn’t do it because she believed he was an employee. She wouldn’t break her own rules. He shouldn’t do it because when the truth came out, it would hurt her even more. Jack’s nails clacking down the stairs gave them a moment to step apart before Julietta burst into the kitchen.

“Uncle Wyatt? Can we get a dog? I’ll walk it and play with it and everything!”

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