Page 6 of Written By a Woman

I had yet to see him in a pair of pants that did negative things to his butt, even though he was usually in slacks.

One time I found myself staring at a picture taken of the two of us at a company holiday party, and even though an employee was standing between the two of us, I couldn’t help but notice that it looked like his bicep was competing in size against my thighs.

Ilovedmy thunder thighs. I loved all of my curves, and how I could easily crush the heads of my enemies in between them if I needed to. How my thighs looked when I was sitting in underwear or short shorts, and how the meat of my thigh created that cute little thigh line against my hips. I loved the feeling of a man’s hand gripping the meat of my legs. And ass. And hips. Any part of me, really.

But Zaid could probably crush the heads of his enemies by flexing his biceps against his forearms in a strongman pose. Which my ovaries loved.

And because life isn’t fair, Zaid didn’t have one of those un-proportional upside-down triangle-like gym bodies men usually had when they focused on arms and shoulders too much. Nope. Zaid was tall, dark, handsome, muscled, and utterly perfect.

And also my superior.

Which made my silly little crush on him inappropriate.

Which, also, made my hobby outside of workwildlyinappropriate.

“No worries,” Zaid replied as he set the last mug in the cupboard. He then turned to leave the breakroom as quickly as he came in, barely giving us a nod as he marched off to do whatever it was that he had to do today.

Probably something techy, or businessy.

“Thank god,” Mary wheezed, giggling a little as she rubbed her cheek in embarrassment, “If it was Jaqueline who had walked in—”

“Oh, that would have been horrible.” Jamie nodded in agreement.

Jaqueline was a stickler for proper office conduct, even though our office was pretty relaxed, and a lot of the time upper management needed to tell her to calm down. Sun Steer was fairly new, only about five or so years old. The company had only recently been labeled as a company in “rapid growth” as Mary explained to me one time. From what I gathered, Jacqueline only started working here less than a year before I started and was used to working in more established organizations that had much stricter and more professional work environments.

“Praise be,” I nodded as we all quickly sauntered out of the breakroom. We returned to our desks to wrap some things up before the three of us met again at the elevators for lunch.

My phone kept buzzing, making my anxiety rise in my chest just enough for me to struggle to focus for the rest of the day.

After wrapping things up at work and returning home to my studio apartment in Costa Mesa, I finally allowed myself to change into my comfy clothes and read my notifications. After reading a few comments left on my last post, the excitement I usually felt when readers gave positive feedback on my writing, flooded my system.

Well done!

I’m FERAL for this story!

I need more of Zayne and Sydney!

And at that comment, reading the names I gave my characters, a little bit of guilt came into play. I responded to a few comments, thanking everyone for the love and support they were giving the most recent chapter of the cute little romance I had posted, but I hadn’t posted anything else for a few weeks.

Another message popped up on my phone, reminding me to grab my laptop and settle in on the couch:

Ready when you are.

I clicked on the virtual meeting link my agent sent me and waited for the call to connect.

Soon a short, straight, blonde bob filled the screen, and the image of Michelle taking one last drink of her coffee before greeting me, made the corners of my lips tip up.

“Well, if it isn’t the one and only, Signe Lange,” Michelle grinned. This was the second time we had spoken over a video chat, all of our correspondence beforehand had been via email or phone calls, and I was glad to finally put a face to the woman who slid into my DMs and inquired about representing me for potential publishing deals.

“In the flesh,” I grinned, excitement buzzing in my veins because I had just signed with her a few weeks ago. Gaining a literary agent before I even had a formal manuscript to pitch was almost unheard of, and I resisted the urge to pinch myself to see if this was real life.

“Before we get started, do you have any questions for me so far?” Michelle asked, clicking on her mouse as her eyes scanned whatever else was pulled up on her screen.

Many, actually, I wanted to say,number one, how the hell did this happen?

I had just uploaded the twelfth chapter of my little story to that website I found a year ago, celebrating the little wins I had gained by the handful of likes and comments readers were leaving for me.

I was thrilled because I was gaining traction, slowly but surely.

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