My plan for the A - Z Challenge is to write every post as if it were a diary entry by a character from my WIP. Today's post comes from Leah Walker.
I had the misfortune of meeting LA's answer to Don Juan yesterday, except he has far less charm and an infinitely bigger ego. Basically, what I'm trying to say is, he's a horny caveman. He tried to club me over the head (offered me large amounts of wine) and drag me back to his lair (offered to shag my brains out), and when I refused, he told me I was playing hard to get!
Granted, a few years ago, a bit of harmless fun with an attractive guy is something I would have considered, but now? Now I am twenty-six years old and know better.
McCoy thinks I am in denial about how much I want him, which is funny, because I am pretty certain that I don't want him at all. Knowing he has rolled around on top of half the women in America isn't appealing to me, and besides, he is WAY off limits if I want to keep my job.
How unfortunate. I finally find the job of my dreams, but it comes with a side order of the man of my nightmares.
I guess I'll just have to suck it up (absolutely no pun intended) and hope that he gets the message. And soon.