Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt - Metal

Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt metal. This is my work in progress that is still untitled. Make sure you stop to read the other wonderful stories from a great group of writers.  

Jill stepped back out of Robbie’s embrace. The thought of this going any further spelled disaster. Mixing business with pleasure never worked when the relationship went south. The only thing that could come out of this was her being on the unemployment line. It was literary impossible to work along side someone after you slept with them.

“What’s wrong?” Robbie asked, pulling Jill back into his arms.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“You’re not going to,” he said, staring deep into her eyes.

“I’m not ready to get involved in anything heavy. I just got divorce and I’m trying to find myself.” Jill dropped her hands into his. “I lost a part of me when my husband’s past discrepancies caught up with him and slapped me in the face.” This time tears trickled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry for being so emotional.”

Robbie wiped her tears away with his fingers. “It’s okay to be emotional. I like you. I like you a lot. Take your time getting to know yourself because once you do, this,” he pointed back and forth between the two of them, “will still be there. I knew it from the moment I met you. You’re worth the wait.”

Jill leaned into him and kissed his cheek. “It’s going to be hard to resist you. I’m going to have to treat us like a character in the sitcom. But I hate that sexual tension thing because the audience always knows that they will wind up together. I want the heroine to be strong, knowing herself before she gets to know anybody else.”

“I like how I feel when I’m around you. You make me feel alive. Damn, I know exactly how you’re feeling. I felt the same way four years ago when my marriage ended. It took me some time to find myself. Divorce is hard. The wound will eventually heal with time.”

“I’m hope so.”

“How about we have another cup of coffee and work on the script? I want to discuss the setting a bit.”

“Yes.” That would be the perfect distraction.

“The producer has starting working on the set. He feels something is missing,” Robbie said, pouring the coffee.

“I agree with him. I think besides the set we should do some outdoor shooting, especially in Central Park.”

“You think that will work?”

“Sure it will. I’ll have to do some readjusting on the script, but I truly believe that people love watching outdoor scenes. When I watch Blue Blood, I love that I recognize places. I’d love to look at the restaurants, cafes, coffee houses and stores around the area.”

“I have to bring you down to the studio. Wait to you see what the set producers can create.”

Jill took a sip of her coffee. “Where’s the studio?”

“In Williamsburg. It’s an old warehouse with brick walls and a metal ceiling that the owner put up for

sale. The executive producer scooped it up and has the staff working on rooms. I have a copy of the blueprint they are working on. Give me a minute, I’ll fetch it.”

Jill sat back in the high kitchen chair, dangling her feet. She wondered if Robbie would take her idea of outdoor shooting seriously. In episode five, she could see the two lead characters running through the park, going from the west side to the east side along the lake. It would add depth to the scene versus the characters walking room to room or up and down the stairs.

“Here you go,” Robbie said, unrolling the blueprint and placing it down on the kitchen counter.

Jill stood, joining Robbie at the counter.

“These are the four rooms we have created. At the office they have a three dimensional version on the computer.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” Jill said, catching Robbie’s gaze.

“Why don’t we head into the city, get you some warm clothes, and then we’ll head over to the office. I’ll give Ted a call letting him know we’re stopping by, giving you a chance to tell him your idea. Then on the way home, we’ll stop in Williamsburg so I can show you the studio.”

“That sounds great. Just give me a half hour to get myself together.”

“A half hour? That’s quick.”

“I’m not a diva.” Jill laughed. “I’ll meet you back here.”

Robbie walked her to the door. “Just come in when you’re ready.” He opened the back door, and before she walked out, he gave her a soft kiss in her lips.

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