Here is the second excerpt of Another Time, Another Place. I’m going to have the entire first chapter and maybe even a little more before this is over
She glanced across the table at Libby’s knowing smirk, then watched as her friend looked over her head and, evidently, into Scott’s eyes. Libby’s brow slowly arched into a ‘what-the-hell-do-you-want’ look.
“Well, aren’t you incredibly charming today, Libby?” Scott taunted. He knew the exact buttons to push to prompt her into a quick exit.
“Hmmm, on that note, I think I’ll take my leave before I stick my foot in my mouth…or somewhere else,” she gushed in a melodramatic tone as she looked Scott up and down for added effect.
Tessa rose to hug her friend goodbye, then whispered in her ear, “You really don’t need to go. This conversation would give you tons of stuff to analyze.”
Libby giggled and whispered back, “No, I’m perfectly content with looking around the room and knowing all these people now understand why you think men suck.” She dropped a light kiss on Tessa’s cheek and added louder for Scott’s benefit, “If the bastard jerks you around too bad again, you know my number.” Libby turned toward Scott, exchanged glares of annoyance with him, and sashayed away.
“Don’t let the door hit you in the butt on the way out,” Scott called out as she reached the exit.
Libby turned toward him and slowly pushed her sunglasses up on her nose with her middle finger, then blew him a kiss. There was definitely no love lost between Libby and Scott, and Tessa knew why. Libby was the one Tessa ran to, the one who always let her cry on her shoulder each and every time Scott broke her heart. She didn’t judge Tessa or tell her what to do; she was simply her best friend and confidant.
“Ahem.” Scott cleared his throat in an obvious attempt to bring Tessa’s attention back to him.
“Well, have a seat,” Tessa swept her arm in a grand gesture toward Libby’s empty chair. She reluctantly sat across from him and asked with nonchalance, “Is there something I can do for you?”
“What makes you think that I want something?” Scott inquired with overstated enthusiasm.
“Don’t you always?” Tessa responded with an icy tone. She glared into his eyes while he contemplated his response. Before he could answer, she added, “Where’s Anna?”
“Don’t patronize me,” she seethed, her eyes forming cynical slits. “Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t you get her name before you slept with her? Anna. That’s her name. Would you like her address, too?”
“Please, don’t be like this,” Scott whispered. He leaned across the table and reached for her hand.
Tessa quickly slid her hands off of the table and into her lap. She couldn’t let him touch her. That was his secret weapon. She straightened her spine and sat tall in the chair, hoping to portray more confidence than she felt.
“You know that you’re the only girl I care about.”
“Oh, puh-leeeese! The only thing you care about is that you haven’t figured out the combination to separate me from my panties. Nothing else. If you cared about me, I wouldn’t hear about all these other girls.” As the adrenaline rush subsided, she glanced around the room. A smile curled the corners of her lips as Libby’s parting words of wisdom hit home. People tried to act like they weren’t listening, but the expressions on their faces told a different story. Tessa didn’t blame them; it wasn’t like she was being discrete.
She looked back at Scott and her grin turned into a full-fledged smile. “You know what? You aren’t worth it.”
She rose and turned to leave, but Scott jumped up and laid his hand on her shoulder. It stopped her in her tracks.
Damn, she thought, so close. Why did he have to go and touch her?
His lips brushed her ear. “Please, come back to my place so we can talk this over in private.”
Tessa turned toward him and lost herself in his pale blue gaze. She stood there for what seemed like hours; which, in actuality was only a few seconds. She desperately tried to work up enough backbone to say the word “no” to him. She inhaled a deep breath and, puckering her lips into a defiant pose, worked hard to produce that one little syllable that would make it a clean break. Another came out instead. “Fine,” she muttered; then, completely disgusted with herself, followed him out the door.