"Gale Force."
"That's the one." She got up and made another drink for herself, filling his a third time. "May I smoke?"
"No, not in the house, at least."
He nodded, tucking the pack back into his pocket. "What possessed you to write it?"
"Quite simply, you."
"I possessed you?"
She wouldn't look up at him and his heart leaped, a bolt of adrenalin tightening his chest. "Ever since I saw the first show. You've been my secret obsession." Velvet laughed, glancing at him quickly. "Hey, I know how many fans you have and we can't all be wrong."
"But you're not the same as most of the others."
"How do you know that?"
"Your story. The way you wrote it." He set his glass down, briefly touching her hand to gain contact with her eyes. "I liked it very much." She looked away with a shy smile, fanning her face. "You all right?"
"Just overwhelmed." She let loose with a nervous laugh. "It's not every day that the object of your desire shows up on your doorstep."
For some odd reason, hearing those words from her made him blush. The underlying hint of her sexuality brought a response from his cock as well and he tried to make himself more comfortable without letting her see that his jeans were now too tight. "I'm flattered."
She seemed to ignore his words, sliding off the chair and walking over the baby grand piano that sat in the corner. "So you liked my story?"
"Yes."
"What did you like about it?"
"The way you had me fall in love with you."
"With me? The character's name is Cary."
