She pushes me for every ounce of energy I have, and then finds a bit more. I think of her as a heart stress test, with a happy ending.
Sometimes, characters are real.
I had still not recovered from Lottie. She pushes me for every ounce of energy I have, and then finds a bit more. I think of her as a heart stress test, with a happy ending.
I pulled my shirt tail out in the elevator and walked across the hallway to my condo. When I went inside, everyone was sitting in the living room.
Bark! Bark! KoKo broke the silence, ran into the foyer, and jumped into my arms. The first person I saw was Judy, and her eye contact with me said a lot. I prepared for war, as I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. Celia was standing on the far side looking toward the bar in the kitchen. As I stepped into the room and looked back, I saw the problem.
“Lottie!” I froze in my tracks.
She had shown up dressed to seduce. It was obvious that she knew me well, as she wore black stockings, heels, and a short dress. If I know Lottie, there was nothing else. She smiled at me as she contained a laugh.
I looked at Celia, who sat waiting to see how it all played out.
Lottie stood and walked to me seductively. She put her hands on my hips and kissed me lightly.
“I should have called first. I’m sorry to have interrupted.” Her eyes got watery. She looked at Celia and shrewdly stared her up and down.
“It was good to meet you, Celia. I wish I had more time, but I have to go.” She turned and looked deep into my eyes. She walked past me on the way out and ran her hand across mine as she passed. She didn’t look back.
I watched her as she left, and when I turned back to Celia, she had gone. I heard the bedroom door slam.
Lottie, is a real person. She appears through many of my books, adding a little spice to the chapters. She is, in fact, an interior decorator with her own business. Lottie and Louis have known each other for fifteen years, and have always had a on-demand, relationship, in my books. In this book, some of Lottie’s deep feelings surface.
I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
“Oh, here it comes, the ‘Dear Jane’ letter!” She smiled at me. “You are too dramatic with this sort of thing. Let me help you out! You have met your soul mate, Celia, and have plans of making a future together with her. You are probably going to eventually get married, and as much as you just love fuckin’ me, I’m not wife material.” She got very serious and looked deep into my eyes for a response.
I sat in shock, staring back.
“Okay! It looks like I nailed it.”
In the real world, Lottie has hired me several times to do custom cabinetry in the multi-million dollar estates that she decorates. She usually moves into the home that she is decorating, while an owner is out of the country. She answers the door barefoot, in a dress shirt from the owners closet, and makes me an expensive coffee while she wakes up. As I work, she goes for supplies in a pair of Daisy-Dukes, a tank top shirt, and a jacked up 4WD pickup. She’s as wild in reality as she is in my writing.
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