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My contribution is – You Might Just Get It. Here’s an excerpt:
Excerpt from You Might Just Get It, by Julia Barrett, The Cougar Book, Logical Lust
Eric lifted his eyes and studied the woman seated across the small table from him. Her damp curls surrounded her head like a halo. The first time he’d seen her, in the window across the courtyard, her hair had been damp, just like this. Sweet. Very appealing. He wondered if she had any idea her kitchen window looked directly into his. Probably not. She’d only moved in ten days ago. Eric assumed she was still busy unpacking. That was one of the reasons he’d invited her to dinner, one reason among many. He wondered briefly how old Kate was. It was hard to tell. She could be anywhere from twenty-nine to forty-five. But he wasn’t about to ask her and he didn’t care. Her age didn’t matter to him. Her laugh did. Her big brown eyes did. Her luscious lips. Her wide white smile.
When he’d arrived home and found her soaked to the skin and shivering on the stoop, he got to play the hero. That was twice in two days. There was no way he’d pass up an opportunity to spend time with her. He’d hoped she’d accept his offer of dinner and he‘d been pleased when she did. It was no big deal, one of his easy meals. Oven toasted rustic bread with melted gruyere, roasted tomatoes, baby arugula and a soft fried egg. Simple and sensuous. The sandwich was messy and it required the use of all your fingers. There was a lot of runny egg yolk and licking involved. Eric hoped he could segue that licking into something else entirely.
God, there was a lot to like about her. Not only was Kate easy on the eyes, she was intelligent, articulate, mature, and she appreciated his sense of humor. Plus she blushed at the drop of a hat. Eric found that adorable. She wasn’t jaded or flighty, like so many women he’d met recently. He’d bet the farm she hadn’t grown up in California. Probably Iowa or Illinois. Someplace rural. An old-fashioned country girl.
“Where’d you come from? I mean, where are you from originally?” he asked.
“Blair, Nebraska. It’s a little town near the Missouri River. I went to school there. Dana College. You?”
“Minneapolis.”
“You’re kidding? You don’t have a Minnesota accent.”
“Yeah, well, I worked hard getting rid of that. I can do it if you like.”
“You mean like…Minnesooooota, North Dakoooooota, ya think? Like that?”
It was Eric’s turn to laugh. “More or less.” He looked at her plate. “Finished?”
“Oh, yes, thank you. The sandwich was great. I can cook, but I guess it never occurred to me that such simple ingredients could taste so good together.” Kate reached for his empty plate and set it on top of hers. “Let me help clean up. That’s the least I can do.”
He watched as Kate rose from her chair and stretched. He enjoyed watching. Her breasts were pert. Not large, but pert with perky nipples. Two handfuls. That’s all he needed.
“You have a long day today?”
“Not too bad. Really. It would have been better if I hadn’t locked myself out. But…what can you do? I was sort of hoping to curl up in a hot bath with a good book, but I left my book in the car and then the key…well, you know the story.” Kate carried the plates to the sink.
Eric followed with the empty glasses. “You can still have a hot bath,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess,” she replied, rinsing off the plates.
Eric set the glasses down on the counter and ran a hand lightly through the chestnut locks that hugged the back of her neck. He watched goose bumps rise as he trailed his fingers along her shoulders. He heard Kate’s sharp intake of breath. He waited momentarily to see if she’d move away, but she remained still.
“I mean, if you’re interested, you could have a hot bath…with me.”
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Interesting movie but nothing special. Maybe it’s because I’m not a George Clooney swooney. I will admit that I enjoyed him in this role, probably more so than in any other movie of his that I’ve seen. I’ve often heard him compared to Cary Grant, an actor I do swoon over, or would have swooned over had I been alive in those days, but this is the first time I’ve seen any likeness. Perhaps it was the understated, subtle way Mr. Clooney handled the part. Maybe it was the expression on his face at the one climactic moment that reminded me a bit of Cary Grant in the movie, An Affair to Remember. In any case, Up in the Air isn’t a movie that will stay with me. Anna Kendrick, on the other hand, will. She stole the show.
