Sunday, January 15, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Train

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt train. Don't forget to visit the other awesome authors.

Jill sat back on the couch with her legs resting on Robbie’s lap. As he massaged her feet, she felt a feeling of calm. She didn’t know what her game of action would be if he pursued anything more. The question at hand was did she want something more?

“Can I get you more coffee?” Robbie asked, letting go of her feet.

“I’m going have to pass. If I have more coffee I’ll be up all night.”

“I have no doubt you’ll be up all night.” Robbie stood. “I have the perfect drink for us to have by the fireplace.”

Jill watched Robbie walk into the kitchen. This wasn’t the situation she had in mind for the night.  Did she excuse herself and walk out to her cottage in the back, claiming she was exhausted? And if she did, what would he think? She knew this was the wrong decision moving into the cottage on his property. Through all the years, she never mixed business with pleasure. She never went out with her staff. She never wanted to form a friendship with them, making it uncomfortable when she needed to correct them or reprimand them.

Robbie returned with a wooden tray and placed it down in front of the fireplace. “I thought we’d have a cup of cappuccino before we turn in for the night.” He walked over to Jill and led her over to the fireplace.

They sat down and Jill leaned against the cocktail table to face the fireplace.

“Cappuccino! My favorite.” Jill couldn’t help but giggle when she saw the whipped cream with a cherry on top and on the rim, a chunk of chocolate. “This is so sweet. I appreciate you going out of your way.”

“This is my favorite too. The chocolate was a kiss ass presentation that I know how to make a cup of coffee look gourmet.”

“You did a wonderful job impressing me.”

Robbie blushed. He extended his long legs out toward the fireplace and leaned against the cocktail table next to her. “I’m trying to make you feel at home.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Robbie lifted the cup off the tray and handed it to Jill. “I thought this would make the perfect nightcap.”

“It is.” Jill smiled. Once again she misinterpreted a single act of thoughtfulness. Why was she always on edge, looking too deep into things?

“Then my job is done.”

Jill took the piece of chocolate off the rim off her cup and took a bite.  “Mmm. How did you know dark chocolate is my favorite?”

Robbie laughed. “A good guess? But all kidding aside, I noticed that every time you reached for a piece of chocolate you went after the dark.”

Jill was surprised that he took notice of the small details. She lifted her cup up to her lips and took a sip. “Aw delicious.”

“So I see.” Robbie reached out and with his index finger he ran it across her upper lip. “Looks like you left some cream behind.” He held out his finger laced with whip cream and licked his finger.

“Oh no! Do I have whipped cream all over my face?  How embarrassing.”

“You’re fine.”

Jill glanced at the clock on top of the mantel. “I loved dinner,” she said, standing up. “But it’s getting late and I still have to unpack my luggage and work on the show.” Reaching down, she grabbed her shoes and slid them back onto her feet. She had to train herself to leave before things got a chance to get out of hand.

“I’ll walk you to your cottage.”

“Thank you.”

They walked out the back door and along the side of the pool to the cobblestone path leading to her place. Jill opened the door, and turned to face Robbie. “Thanks for such a lovely welcome.”

Instead of answering, he leaned into her, touched her cheek and softly kissed her lips. Surprising herself, she kissed him back as her heart raced with desire. This wasn’t the way she expected her evening to end. It was too soon. She didn’t know what she wanted, but she didn’t have to worry about making any kind of decision.

Robbie took a step back. “I think it’s time for me to leave.” He winked at her before walking down the cobblestone path back to his house.

Sunday, January 08, 2017

Tuesday Tales – Word Prompt Coffee

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt coffee. This week the prompt feel right into my tale as last week they were eating coffee. It is cold and snowy in Barnegat, New Jersey. So it is the perfect week to grab that cup of coffee and enjoy the tales from this wonderful group of authors. 

Over dinner they discussed the sitcom, with Robbie telling her how excited the producers are with the quality of her work. After cleaning up the dinner dishes, Robbie led her into the living room
and added wood to the fireplace. Jill sat down on the couch across from the fire and watched Robbie. When he stood, he pivoted in his black lace leather shoe to face her.

“I thought we’d have dessert by the fire, if that’s all right with you?”

“I’d love to.” Jill stood. “I’ll pour the coffee and bring it in.”

Robbie held up his hand. “No. You are a guest in my house. I want you to sit back and get comfortable. All work related talk is off the table as of now.”

“I couldn’t agree more. But I’m not sure what else we have to talk about,” she kidded.

 “There is plenty to discuss. I need to know more about you, then your writing skills. I have a feeling there is so much about you that will account for the great dialog that escapes from your mind and out onto the paper. You are someone special.”

“Don’t be silly. I was just born with these crazy plot ideas.”

“Hey did you forget you are talking to a fellow writer. Your past has bearing on your present. The deep writing you have, tells me that you’re a woman with a definitely interesting past.” Before she replied, he said, “You stay right here.
I’ll be back with the coffee and the Italian cheesecake I made. Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.”

Jill walked over to the fireplace and rubbed her hands together.  The heat of the fire felt good. She hated the cold weather, so her feeling was the hotter the better.

Looking around the room, you would know it was a bachelor pad. There was no indication of any female presence in his home.  She wanted to know more about him, yet, she wasn’t sure she wanted to get wrapped up into any personal relationship with him. As she told him earlier, mixing business and pleasure wasn’t the smartest thing to do especially when they were working together.

“That’s my mother and father,” Robbie said, putting the tray down with the coffee mugs and dishes. He walked over to where Jill stood and placed his hand on her shoulder.

Jill looked from the picture to Robbie. “I think you look like your dad with your mom’s eyes.”

“That’s what everyone says.” Robbie slid his hand under her chin, lifted her eyes up to meet his. “It’s okay, both my parents are still alive.”

“So are mine.” Jill smiled. “We are the lucky ones.”

“Yes we are. I need to spend more time with them.”

“Same on my end.”

Robbie took her hand and led her back over to the couch. “Sit down, relax.” He waited for her to sit before he cut her a piece of cake and placed her coffee mug down
on the coaster in front of her. “This is my great grandmother’s secret recipe.”

Jill took a forkful and smiled. “This is really good. You can’t get cheesecake in any bakery that tastes like this.”

“Thank you.” Robbie took a sip from his mug. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” she said, crossing her legs.

Robbie leaned over, untied his shoelaces, slid his shoes off and placed them by the side of the couch.  Jill wondered if she should do the same. And if she did, would she be sending him out the wrong signal.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he said, as if reading her mind. “I was going to suggest we sit in front of the fire while we have our coffee.”

“I’d like that.”

Before she could stand, he had already bent down in front of her and slid her high-heeled shoes off her feet.  As his hand glazed her feet, she shivered from excitement not from the cold. Hmm…I think I loved that feeling.  Now what?

Sunday, January 01, 2017

Tuesday Tales Word Prompt - Point

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. I've been gone for a couple of weeks, so it sure feels great to be back here sharing my tales. I'm continuing with my story about Robbie and Jill. Their story started when they met on a plane coming back to New York City. They shared a common interest with Robbie getting Jill a job being part of a team writing for a new T.V. sitcom. Robbie offered her the cottage in his backyard. She accepted and was going to Robbie's for dinner....

Robbie poured a little more wine into Jill’s glass once she finished her dinner. Jill was amazed how well Robbie was able to cook a homemade Italian dinner from scratch, down to his own salad dressing.

“I have to admit that everything was delicious. Where did you learn how to cook like that?” Jill asked, taking a sip of her wine.

“My grandmother taught me how to make authentic Italian food. She had told me it was essential to be able to cook for the day that I would need to impress a special lady with my cooking.”

“You grandmother should be quite proud of you. You totally impressed me.”

Robbie rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I’m sure she is up there watching.”

“I know she is.” He smiled. “And I’m sure she’s happy that I met that special lady when had been talking about for all those years.”

Jill crossed her legs and sat back in her chair. This whole situation wasn’t supposed to have happened. In the short amount of time she had known Robbie, she already had a job and an apartment, no wait, a cottage in the backyard of Robbie’s mansion. The last thing she had ever dreamed of was meeting a man on the way home from her former life.

“I wouldn’t say special. I’m just like any other women with plenty of baggage.”

“I don’t want you talking like that. Your whole life has opened up for you.”
Robbie lifted up his wine glass and tipped it toward her. “And you deserve everything that is happening for you. It was handed to you. You’re the one who came up with the scripts that the executive producer loved.”

Jill nodded her head. “Yes, you’re right. I don’t know why I am always second guessing myself.”

“That’s my point. You shouldn’t be. It takes me a long time to let someone into my life, my inner circle, but with you, I saw something different.”

“And I can never thank you enough.”

Robbie stood and extended his hand out to Jill. “Before we clean up, I’d like to bring you over to see your cottage.”

“I still feel like I’m living in a dream. I can’t believe you have arranged all of this for me. Once I see how much room I have, I can go out furniture shopping tomorrow.”

Robbie walked along the slate pathway, leading to the cottage. He opened the front door and handed her the key. “Go ahead, go in, and take a look.”

The charm on the inside was exactly the same on the inside. The living room was fully furnished. It was decorated as if he could read her mind. “Oh my. This is beautiful.”

“You can change whatever you don’t like. I had some furniture already here. I just had everything cleaned and added the personal touch that I thought you might like.”

“Like? I love it.” Jill strolled across the room to the lit fireplace. “I love everything. I can picture myself sitting in front of the fireplace writing.”

“And you will. We don’t need to be in the office every day. We do meeting all over. We do have to be on set once the filming starts, but until then, generally, everything done is done via Skype. The producers feel it’s more productive than having the writers drive countless hours in and out of the city.”

“I couldn’t agree more. I have my computer in your house. If you’d like to get it, maybe we could sit in front of the fire and talk about the new character I have created.”

“I was thinking more in terms of sitting in front of the fire and talking about what’s going on between the two of us.”

Jill took a deep breath as Robbie walked up to her. “Do you think it’s wise to mix business with pleasure?” she asked.

“I’d think it would be a sin if we didn’t.”

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt: Town

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales. It feels good to back. I'll be continuing the story of Jill and Robbie. Here you go...

Robbie spent the rest of the afternoon making lasagna with a meat sauce. He wanted to impress Jill with his culinary skills or lack of them. He went into town to pick up cake at the Italian bakery and a bottle of champagne. By the time he finished putting dinner together he was ready for a nap. Why did he find the need to impress Jill? He had gone out with so many women, with most of them throwing themselves at him, but not Jill.  That’s why he offered her the cottage. But truthfully, he figured having her close by would be the perfect way to get to know her better.

Grabbing his coat off the kitchen chair he slid it on and walked outside. He walked around the pool and through the wooded cobblestone path, which led to the cobble stone cottage. Robbie had surprised himself when he heard the words spill out of his mouth inviting her to stay there. Jill seemed to love the cottage when he showed it to her, but he needed to make some changes just in the event she decided to take him up on his offer. The next day he had his cleaning service clean out the whole cottage and a few days later had it furnished. He tried his best to pick out girly things, but after looking around, she would definitely know that everything was new, just by the scent of new linen and wood.

Why was he driving himself crazy? He knew. He wanted everything to be just perfect for her, yet he still needed to be careful. They had a sitcom to work on and would be working closely together, so he had to watch that he didn’t come off to strong.

Robbie turned on the small tiffany lamp in the front hallway before closing the door behind him and returned back to his house. The scent of fried meat hit him in the face when he walked into his kitchen. Opening the kitchen cabinet above the refrigerator, he removed an apple cinnamon candle from the shelf and lit it.  He glanced at the clock on the microwave. He had two hours to get his act together before Jill arrived. A long cold shower would be exactly what he needed if he wanted to turn this dinner meeting into personal.

                                                            * * *

Jill arrived fifteen minutes late, not on purpose though. She stopped at the store on the way to Robbie’s to pick up a bottle of red wine. Growing up, her mother had drilled in her head that you never went to anyone’s house empty handed. On her drive to Robbie’s, she wondered what she would tell him when he mentioned the cottage.  She had fallen in love with the charm. All she had to do was fix it up and add her personal touch to it. From what she remembered, she’d bet that no one had lived there for a very long time. As she pulled into the driveway, Robbie appeared out on the porch.

She got out of the car, grabbing her handbag and the bottle of wine. “Sorry I’m late.”
“I didn’t even realize it. I’ve been so busy cooking,” he said, taking the bottle of wine from her. Robbie held the door open for her and led her into the kitchen. He placed the bottle of wine on the counter and slid her coat off her shoulders.

The scent of macaroni’s and meatballs was in the air. It was always a distinct scent that reminded her of her childhood, going to her grandmother’s on a Sunday afternoon.

“Before we start the evening, I want you to know this is all pleasure. We can talk a bit about the sitcom, but then the evening is all ours to get to know each other. Do we agree on this?” he asked taking steps toward her.

“Yes, I do.”

Robbie reached out, put both his hands on her shoulders, taking another step closer to her, he pressed his lips against hers. “There’s no turning back now. We sealed the deal with a kiss.” 

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt - Paper

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. This is one of my works in progress. Enjoy!

They sat around the medium sized mahogany table. In front of each of them were a binder, a pad of paper, a yellow highlight pen, a bottle of Perrier water and a white square dish. The center of the table had platters of fresh fruit and assorted breakfast pastries.

The night before Robbie had brought her to see the lofts in Williamsburg, Brooklyn before driving out to his home in Long Island City. The moment Jill stepped foot into the cottage, she had already made her decision. After spending over twenty years in Los Angeles, she was ready for country living.

His house was on at least seven acres of land.  Beyond his house, the in the ground pool and tennis courts was the cottage neatly tucked away behind the trees and shrubs. The rooms were over-sized, but it was the sun room with built in bookcases that sold her. She just hoped that she was making the right decision mixing business with pleasure.

Lou Shapeman, executive producer sat at the head of the table. When he opened his binder, the room became silent. “I’d like to start by thanking everyone for being on time. I’m hoping this will be a habit that we’ll all become accustomed too.”

Everyone laughed breaking the tension in the room. Robbie had forewarned her that at times these meeting became quite intense. His advice had been for her to just sit back and not say anything unless it was related to her.

After close to four hours, they had the script for episode one completed. Jill didn’t need to say much. Lou loved the script. What he changed was some small dialogue and instead of the scene, taking place in a restaurant he moved it to a coffee house, saying that they would need less extras.

 After the meeting, Robbie took her out for lunch and then stopped at the studio in Williamsburg on the way home. From the outside, the building looked like an old warehouse.
Inside the studio had been set up for the taping in two days.

Jill walked around the room. “I love it. I can’t believe that the design team captured my description of the setting so vibrantly.” Walking over to the set of the café, she shook her head up and down. “I have to agree with him on his decision to change the setting from a restaurant to a café.”

“That’s why I told you earlier not to say anything.”

“I wouldn’t have, anyway.”

“Lou is a stickler for people disagreeing with him. He always wants to be right even when he’s wrong. Everyone just appeases him.  I have a way of talking to him making him think he’s the one who came up with the idea.”

“That was me when I was working on the soap. Ricky Lewis hated when people disagreed with him.  I’m glad that you’re the go between man on this set.”

“I’m not thrilled with the job, but I’ve been working with Lou for a long time.  It takes a while to get to know a person. Their likes and dislikes.”

“I agree with you.”

“I’m hoping to find those things about you.”

Jill followed Robbie outside.   One thing about Lou’s office, his secretary makes horrible coffee.”
“We need to stop at Starbucks so I can get us a good cup of coffee.

They sat down on the bench across from the parking garage. Despite the cold weather, Jill felt warm inside. The meeting was a success. Lou complimented her time and time again on how much he loved the episodes she wrote. She loved the boost to her confidence, however, felt bad for the other people around the table who all had a hand in creating the story. She just took the plot and ran with it.

“I want to talk about you,” Robbie pointed at her. “I want to get to know everything there is to know about you.”

“There isn’t much to tell.”

“I know there is a lot going on inside your head. And I’m sure you want to know what’s going on in mine.”  He stood up, taking her hand in his and led her across the street to the parking garage. He handed the gentleman in the garage his ticket and they waited for the car to arrive. “And tonight there’s no getting around it. I’m going to cook you a wonderful dinner. We’re putting work on the back burner and we’re going to talk about us.”


Sunday, September 04, 2016

Tuesday Tales Word Prompt - Spider

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Spider. This story is about starting over.

Throughout dinner, Robbie talked about his shoot two years ago in Italy. He said after being in Rome, Venice, Naples and Sicily, his favorite place was Sicily. Besides that most of the people in the small town they shot in spoke Sicilian dialect, they were the warmest
and most generous people in the small fishing town.  After dinner they went down the street to an exquisite coffee shop where coffee and shots of Sambuca cost more than fifteen dollars a cup. Kim couldn’t decipher if he brought her there to impress her, or to bring her up to speed on the last trends in New York City.

“Tomorrow, we have an off day. But for the rest of the week we have meetings regarding the television show.  The executive producer is shooting for starting in two weeks.  We have the actors lined up and have decided to shoot in a studio in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.”

“I have no trouble with that.  My car is arriving tomorrow. I’m going to drive to my friend’s house and then start looking for a place to live.”

“That’s been taken care of for you.  The studio has a few lofts not far from the studio. I was thinking that tomorrow we can take a ride over there and you can see which one you would be interested in.”

“I was thinking about buying a house or an apartment.  I’m just not sure.”

“The loft is your to rent, lease or buy.  Or if you want, you can come stay with me for a few weeks until you decide what you want to do.  I have a big house and a cottage in the back that isn’t being used.  You can stay there until you decide. All I have to do is have the cleaning service come in to dust and get rid of the spider webs by the front door.”

“Spiders and dust balls?  When was the last time someone used the cottage?”

Robbie rested his index finger on his cheek.  After a few moments he answered. “I would have to say when my sister came to stay with me a few years ago.”

“Oh.” Jill knew she was floating on uncharted territory. This was getting a little too close for comfort.  Or was it?

Jill lifted her coffee mug to her lips. Throughout her whole career she always had a grip on her life. Sure men always approached her, however, being married always kept her on the straight and narrow.  She would have never cheated on her husband; not that he respected his wedding vows.

“Think about it. I’m just throwing a few options out there for you. I hate to see you rush to buy something you aren’t going to be happy with.”

“Thanks. But somehow I feel as though you have an ulterior motive.”

Robbie sat back in the tall bistro chair. He poured more Sambuca into the crystal shot glass and drank it down in one shot.

“You better believe I do.   I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight.”

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Fly

Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales. The story picks up where Jill and Robbie are at Strawberry Fields, in Central Park in New York City. This is a work in progress and has get to be titled.

Their afternoon in Central Park was flawless. They spent an hour at Strawberry Fields listening to different musicians perform their rendition of their favorite Beatle's songs. The slow ones they danced as a couple, the fast ones they sang along with the crowd. Jill couldn’t be more pleased with the way the afternoon had gone.
The only thing missing, to make it a perfect afternoon was feeling Robbie’s lips pressed against hers. As the sun started to set, Robbie took her hand and led her to the fountain where they sat in silence watching the orange colored sky turn into darkness.

Robbie stood first before reaching his hand out to Jill.  “After all that singing and dancing, I worked up a hell of an appetite.”

“To be honest, now that we stopped dancing, I am starting to feel the cold drive through my bones. A cup of coffee would be the perfect antidote,” she said walking along side him.

“Yes it would be, but it’s going to be a challenge keeping you warm until we get there. I know this place down in Little Italy that will serve us espresso before we order our meal.  How does that sound?”

“Sounds great.”

“But for the problem at hand…” Robbie placed his hands on her waist, and leaned into her tenderly kissing her lips.

Jill slid her hands up his leather jacket and rested them on his shoulders. The softness of his lips against hers drove her crazy. After a few minutes, Jill backed out of his embrace.  What was she doing? How could she let herself mix business with pleasure? She wished she could get on the next plane and fly back home to California. But, her life had ended there. All that was left was her broken marriage and a career that went belly up because the network went bankrupt.

“Hey, I thought it would take longer than that to warm you up.”

“I’m still cold.”

Robbie walked over to a street vendor and bought a wool scarf, which he tied around her neck and a woolen hat. “There you go.  That should keep you warm until we get downtown.”

Sticking his hand out, he flagged down a cab.  He opened the door and Jill slid in rubbing her gloved hands together. “Mulberry Street,” he told the cab driver.

“I forgot how cold New York City gets in the winter. I guess that’s the only thing I really miss about California is the hot weather.”

“What would the holidays be without the cold weather or snow?”

 “That’s the one thing I hated about being California in the winter. The last Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, I spent sitting out at the pool dangling my feet in the water by myself.”

“You won’t be having anymore holidays like that. We’ll be too busy working on the show. Time doesn’t come to a standstill in New York City. We work on Christmas Eve, and on Christmas Day, for the people on staff who aren’t flying home to be with family or friends, the producers put out a lavish spread on the set. The men you met earlier are family oriented.  They are good people. As long as you’re a part of this set, they take care of you.”

“Wow. I wouldn’t expect that.”

“You’re part of a unique family. I’m a so happy, in more ways than one that we met.”

“Me too.”

The cab pulled up in front of Angelo’s Italian Restaurant. Robbie paid the driver before sliding out of the cab and taking Jill’s hand in his, leading her into the restaurant. The hostess led them to an intimate table against the wall where a beautifully painted picture of Sicily lined the wall.

“Are you ready for a cup of espresso or would you like to have a glass of the best red Italian wine you have ever drank?”

“Since you put it that way, I would have to go with the wine.”

“Perfect choice, for the perfect lady.”

Perfect? He has no idea.