Men are the best and the worst kind of distraction. You know you need to work, but there they are with their big eyes and big hands and big…appetites. It’s hard to resist when you really don’t want to anyway. Who needs a job, right? I bet a woman could live on love, if it was good, and let’s face it, Tan love would be…or so Sinna believes.
In this unedited snippet from my latest WIP Saints and Sinnas, which picks up where last week’s blog leaves off, Sinna is faced with a very determined male distraction. She loves her job, but like I said, when distractions look and feel and taste like this… Let me know what you think!
Oh, the picture is of South Korean actor Sung Hoon, who I just binge watched in Noble Love. He plays such a good rich asshole. He needs to play a sexy bad guy. His career would be made when he turns THAT stare on the heroine…yum! You’re welcome.
XOXO,
SS
Sinna loved one of the Japanese designers. The other one wasn’t ready. She thanked her politely for her time and interest in working with 501K, and asked her to please keep in touch.
“I like your aesthetic, and I’m happy to consider anything you have for the members daily wardrobe. Your next collection might be more suitable for our concert needs.”
Saint was in her room when she got back upstairs.
“Any luck?”
“Yes and no. One out of two ain’t bad, and I may be able to schedule a last minute meeting with another designer I’ve had my eye on if she can fit into this limited window of time I have open. How we lookin’ here?”
“One of the shirts for the black number was damaged in transit.”
Sinna swore softly. “How badly?”
“Bad. Something tore into one of the boxes. If we hadn’t packed so well, it would have been worse.”
“Deliberate?”
“Nah. It think it fell; the box looked beat up.”
“Repairable?”
His phone rang. “We’ll see. It’s Jon. Well?” Saint listened then cursed. “Alright, well, do what you can just in case we have no fucking choice.” He hung up and bounced off the bed. “I’m off to find another shirt.”
“Did we open and inspect everything else?”
He nodded. “Everything else is fine. The girls are already steaming and organizing. Wish me luck.” He winked. “Fortunately, the concierge is a big 501K fan. He already offered his assistance should I need it.” He looked at his watch. “He’s getting off shortly.”
Sinna laughed and shook her head. “No sleep for the wicked. Happy hunting. Call me when you find a replacement.”
Tan walked in as her cousin walked out. She turned when she heard Saint whistle.
Damn. He’d just come from the gym. His hair was wet, cut arms and shoulders glistening. No wonder his members were always chewing on him.
“Let me wash up. I want to kiss you.”
She sighed. “I want to kiss you,” in Tan speak was code for a 30-minute, full body grope where he tried and failed not to hump her into the bed. She had work to do. But if she dipped she’d miss the 30-minute, full body grope where he tried and failed not to hump her into the bed.
Sinna sighed again. See? This is why she avoided men.
She ordered room service. He’d need to refuel after the workout, and ever thoughtful, Sinna also removed her clothes. For the room service delivery person’s sake, she donned a long-sleeved, full length robe. She’d had the thing for years and loved it, heavy black silk with an embroidered dragon on the back. Saint called it her spell casting cloak.
Tan emerged wearing one towel and rubbing his head with another. Tease. Sinna lounged on the bed and watched as he pulled on loose blue pants and a matching long sleeved blue shirt. Both were gifts. She filmed a 20 second video for her Instagram feed with the caption: “After a hard workout comfort is important,” and tagged the brand.
That’s why 501K’s popularity was exploding. Sinna didn’t just advertise, she blazed. Why take static pictures when she could let people see the cloth lovingly move on beautiful male bodies in tiny, ‘yes, you want it, no you can’t have it’ videos?
As she and the members documented their lives via social media, her faithful tagging and attribution allowed every single brand to promote the group as well, and there were a lot of them. Sinna was loyal to few and open to almost all. Yet neither the overall aesthetic of the group, nor that of its individual members, suffered.
“You have to stay true to who people are,” she told a fashion journalist on a recent phone interview. “I will always welcome brand collaborations. I sincerely appreciate their willingness to work with us. But I will only collab if what’s offered works with my clients’ style and needs. I won’t try to force a fit just to use a name.”
“Are you working?” He nodded at her laptop.
“Always.”
“But you’re looking at me not your screens.”
She tilted her head. “I am?”
He nodded and would have climbed on the bed, but someone knocked.
“Food?”
She nodded, grinning when he cursed. Men. Perennial weakener of women.
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