So I’ve been writing. Whoohoo! Especially since I’ve got two stories I need to complete fairly soon. And with all those writing it occurred to me I might want to let my readers know what I’m doing so here we go. The birth of WIP Wednesday. Below is about 600 words from one of my current WIPs. Tell me what you think.

“I’ve got a new case. This one is taking me to the beautiful, exotic city of San Francisco.”

She tightened her grip on the phone and reminded herself to breathe. “Really?”

“Yes, and I’m going to need your help on this one.”

“Another consultation?” She felt her heart rate pick up speed. There was something intoxicating about working with Fantasy Man. It wasn’t just that he asked her to find the kind of art that always called to her. There was something alluring about the very missions he sent her on. They were never routine, always fascinating.

Not once had they failed to call to something deep inside of her.

“Yes.”

She felt her pulse rate drop into the danger range. The simple way he had uttered the word took her to new heights of sensual excitement. A consultation should not have gotten her so hot and bothered, but with Westwick the unimaginable was possible.

He was after all her living, breathing Fantasy Man.

“But this one is going to have to be conducted differently.”

She smiled and absently fingered her computer mouse. She liked different. “Mr. Westwick, how will this one be any different from our other associations?” Sophia fairly purred the words, she was so pleased.

“This time we’re going to meet up to discuss the acquisition.”

She blinked hard at the computer screen as her muscles went rigid with tension. He wanted to meet her? Sophia’s highly intelligent brain could not process the single fact. He could not want to meet her.

“I could just email you the information you require,” she tried.

He paused. “Why do I get the feeling you don’t want to meet me?” he said softly, but there was nothing tender about his voice. Sophia got the distinct feeling she was close to angering a great, savage beast.

“It’s not that I don’t want to meet you…” Au contraire, there was nothing she would rather do. She just didn’t think it would be for the best. The mystery that surrounded the man was a large part of her attraction to Ansley Westwick’. If she met him reality would intrude. And reality was never as satisfying as the fantasy.

“Or is it that you don’t want me to meet you?”

That was the other reason she didn’t want to meet the very charismatic Ansley Westwick. Sophia was well aware of her attributes. She was no great beauty and she didn’t have a larger than life personality. She was at best simple. Ansley would no doubt be disappointed the moment he spotted her. She fingered the antique phone’s cord. “Why would you say that?” she asked softly.

“Hmmm,” he murmured. “It might have something to do with the way you’re avoiding meeting me.”

“I’m not avoiding meeting you. I’m just-“

“Good. How does Friday at 7:30 sound? I’ll pick you up at your gallery.”

She glanced at her desk calendar. It was Wednesday. “Friday as in this Friday?”

“Yes, at 7:30,” he said doggedly. “That should give you enough time to close the gallery.”

She wondered how he knew what time her gallery closed. And then she realized he must have garnered the information from her website.

“Friday at 7:30 sounds perfect,” Sophia said, reserved to the inevitable. She was going to meet Fantasy Man. She just hopped he wasn’t disappointed.

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