He stood by the copy machine, located in the center of the office. “Hey,” I called out to a colleague, an older gentleman who is semi-retired. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” Then I asked a business question.
“You have?” I asked. I am always beyond excited when I know someone is reading Dangled Carat. “Are you liking it?”
“I was.” He said then he stopped.
“But?” I prompted.
“I couldn’t get past page 46.”
“What’s on page 46?” I asked.
Another girl I work with, one who already completed the book, chimed in. “Oh Hilary, I am sure you can figure out what he is talking about.” Then she batted her eyes at me. “I bet it is the part you had difficulty writing – if you know what I mean. The S-E-X scene.”
“Oh. Oh that?” Oh..” I started stuttering.
“You read the book?” the man asked the girl.
“Yes, I loved it.”
“How did you get past page 46?” he asked. “Since you know, her?”
I started putting my hair in a ponytail. Someone must have raised the thermostat a hundred degrees.
“I skipped that part,” she said with a smile. Then she turned to me. “Oh my God! Look at you!” the girl exclaimed. “You are beet red! You are embarrassed.”
“Yep. I have to see what is on page 46,” I mumbled as I went up front to where I knew another girl was reading the book.
“Do you have your book on you?” I asked. She reached into her bag and pulled it out. I thumbed through it, searching for page 46. I read. And then I sighed. My fears were confirmed…
Slowly I made my way back to the gentleman. “Page 46 is nothing…. It gets worse!”
Then I went into my office to hide….