Vortex said
(Fair nuff)Willis had one of the best sleeps in his life, he did not know why, it could have been anything really "I slept like a corpse!" Willis said with a extra dose of cheer.
She nearly choked on her coffee in apprehension when he said he "slept like a corpse." Her eyes daring to glue themselves to the bite-marks ever present on him. In an effort to hide her anxiety, she let a out a soft chuckle at Willis, giving him a feigned smile, "I would've though so after last night. It's been a while since I've been with a man of your caliber before." Then she realized it's been nearly forever since she's made any contact with the outside world at all. Last night was about the only time this week she's even ventured out of her apartment. Her cellphone vibrated next to her across the countertop before she seized it and answered, "This is Rebecca."
"Becky, hi there love. How you doing?" The thick British accent of her publisher Eli filled the receiver. Did he have to use that damned nickname?
"It's been a while since we've talked and I wanted to catch up with my favorite author and maybe go over her latest manuscript." The manuscript? Shit! She forgot. "That would be wonderful, Eli, but I'm not quite through with it yet. I've only about a few more pages to finish."
"Yeah?" His tone grew rather disappointed at that mention.
"And uh...how much would be a few exactly?" "Fifty-six pages." Rebecca answered, quite disappointed in herself as well. "Look, I know we have a deadline to meet, but some things have come up here recently, some issues. Just contact Josephine and ask her if she can raise the deadline, I swear by then I'll have my manuscript done."
"Well I'll see what I can do, but I'm no miracle worker, Becky. You still wanna catch up, maybe do lunch?" It would be nice to get out again from this damned cell of a home Rebecca pondered, but there was the matter of how she was going to slip past Willis. "Umm...sure. How about Davenport's, the cafe on Eastborough Street?"
