"Well @dearbooksloveskye agrees with me!" I respond, sticking my tongue out at her. "As long as it’s not dark and they get their HEA. You got it. Done. @thelustyliterarians wants a hockey player too. Done and done ladies."
"Wait! So he's a dominant hockey player? Not some big CEO?"
"Now that's cliche, Watson. @kalibrixton says you need a shot for that. She’s clutching her pearls at that assumption. Whatever that means. Drink up, Doctor."
She laughs, rolling her eyes. "So original, Lorenzo. That creative mind fascinates me. Please, continue on."
I laugh, watching as she lifts the tequila bottle, her slim neck gulping down a generous portion. The drunk, horny side of me pictures her swallowing a different type of liquid as my phone buzzes, breaking me out of my fantasy.
I take a swig from my own bottle, looking down at the comments and almost spit the whiskey out on my phone.
"Ohhhh @bookish_kayy said you're eye fuckin' me. Are you eye fuckin' me, Lorenzo Morgan?"
Jenna's smile broadens, a sly little grin on her lips and a dimple forms on the left side of her cheek. I laugh, my voice hoarse as I try to disguise the truth.
"I'm picturing our heroine getting pushed up against a bench in the locker room and getting a pounding from behind. If it doesn't turn us on, it won't turn on a reader."
I watch as her cheeks flush, her pupils dilate as she opens her mouth to speak but shuts it.
"@rock_n_read719 wants more. Single dad, hockey player, dominant hero. Shy, inexperienced, romance author heroine. What's the dilemma? Gotta give the people what they want."
She shakes her head, breaking herself out of her daze and takes another drink as she winces.
"Accidental pregnancy?"
"Too common," I say, with a groan. "Virgin gets knocked up from the first guy she sleeps with? What else you got?"
She leans back in her chair, tapping her chin. "Crazy ex? Baby mama drama can always go a few different ways."
I nod, leaning forward on my knees.
"How about the baby mama knows the heroine! Plot twist!"
Jenna groans, throwing her head back. "I don't know if I like that. @bookboleyn has a good idea. Make him Scottish and he's gettin' deported! He wants to stay in the U.S because of the baby but he needs to marry someone and the ex is too crazy!"
"Hmmm, I like that! Marriage of convenience. That could work," I agree, my wheels starting to turn.
"And that could be the turnin' point. The crazy ex finds out and tries to fuck it all up for them!"
"I like it. We could make it work. Baby on the cover? I feel like that's been a trend lately…"
She leans back, putting her feet up on the table next to her phone and I can't help but follow what's in my line of sight. Her legs are bare, short pajama shorts do nothing to hide the swell of the bottom of her ass cheek. I want to squeeze that ass so badly.
Shit, I'm drunk.
"@Judy.ann.loves.books says she wants Andrew Biernat on the cover," Jenna says with a giggle. "I agree. He's hot. Slap a baby on that man and BOOM! Ovaries combusted."
"Can he at least have a shirt on?" I groan, taking another swig from my whiskey bottle.
"You chose this life, Balboa! Romanceland wants shirtless men. Shirtless men holdin' babies!"
"Give me a baby and I'll do the cover."
Jenna laughs, pressing the tequila bottle to her mouth.
"Arrogant much? What makes you think people will wanna see your ass on the cover?"
"@kalibrixton does. She says, and I quote, 'the Italian Stallion can do whatever he damn well pleases'. Hmm, I like that. Kali's orders."
"Fine, embrace it,” Jenna says with an exhale.
"Oh, I do. Those thirsty women helped us plot a book. How about we make it enemies to lovers? There’s nothing like an angry fuck against a locker to make things more interesting."
"She's a virgin. She can’t get brutally taken against a locker. She needs to cry while doin' missionary."
I laugh, pointing at the screen and take a sip of whiskey.
"Now you're being a prissy little princess. Our heroine isn't gonna be some damsel in distress. I want her to have a filthy mouth."
"Filthy mouth that our hero can wash out with his cock?"
My smile fades as I sit up a little straighter, clearing my throat.
"Jesus, you're gonna get us blocked with your filthy mouth, Jenna Watson."
"This filthy mouth writes the best damn sex scenes around, don't forget that."
I shake my head, looking back down at the comments.
"@thereadingmerbabes say we should stick with the intimate first time but definitely add that angry locker bang. See. Thirsty women."
"Women. Just women. When men say perverted shit are they called thirsty men?" Jenna retorts, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No."
"What are they called?"
"Is this a trick question?"
"No," she laughs. "The answer is men. They're called men if they talk and act like that, but if a woman does it, she's 'salivatin' for the d', 'vitamin d deficit', a 'hoe fo sho'. See where I'm goin' with this?"
"Okay, okay, women are allowed to be horny just as much as men and not have a name for it. Got it, don't bite my head off."
"So we doin' this, Morgan? My fingers are itchin'."
I take another swig from the bottle and nod.
"Let's do it. I'll write the prologue then pass it to you."
"How 'bout I write the heroine, you write the hero. Can't be more authentic than that?"
I nod in agreement, glancing down at the eye on the top left corner.
"Shit. This got a little out of control. There's over 5,000 people watching this."
Jenna giggles, taking a swig from the Patron and winks.
"Came for the magic. Let's give it to 'em. Laters, Morgan."
She closes the live video and I laugh, shaking my head.
"That girl…"
I wake in the morning with a splitting fucking headache and a constant ringing in my ears. I groan, turning to my side and reach for my phone. The thing is ringing and buzzing like crazy and I slide the screen to open the phone as my father and mother's face pop up.
"Lorenzo Morgan! What in the hell was that last night?" my father booms.
"Shit, not so loud. I'm dying over here."
"Not yet you're not. I'll be there in ten minutes and then you might."
The screen goes black and I toss my head back, exhaling as the night comes back to me.
Video chatting with Jenna, plotting a book together. Gold. We made fucking magic last night and I open my phone to her Instagram account.
AuthorJWatson: Wake up!
AuthorJWatson: Get up, Enzo!
AuthorJWatson: I have a literary agent chain calling me! Wake the fuck up!
AuthorJWatson: WAKE UP!
I press the video call button, waiting as it rings and rings and Jenna's face pops up on screen. Shit. It wasn't whiskey goggles, she seriously is stunning.
"Enzo! My phone has been ringin' off the hook! Do you know what the hell happened last night? I've had three different literary agents contact me! I had to rewatch our live video because I had no idea what the fuck they were talkin' 'bout! They want us to write that book! They want us to write that book!" she laughs, shaking her head and speaking a mile a minute.