Hump Day Kick Start – Seduce Me Edition

Song of the Day: My Littlest Secret by Cavo

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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The first Hump Day Kick Start of the year.

I love this picture. The shadows, the light. The look in his eyes. The way her bra is just off her shoulder. Great for a prompt.

So tell me who are they? Exes? One-night stand? Co-workers? Enemies? What is he saying? Is he seducing her? Giving her an ultimatum? Bargaining with her? Is she giving in? Struggling with her inner self to resist him? Plotting some sort of provocative revenge? Maybe these two are reenacting one of my book’s love scenes. (Shameless plug – :-)) Who knows, perhaps he’s a thief about to nibble the diamond from her ear.

Love to hear your comments. Bring it on, folks.

16 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Seduce Me Edition

  1. The only think I can think of is that he looks as if he’s about to bite her neck. I tweeted.

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Biting can be good. 😉 Thanks, Ella!

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    Cute girl.
    Here’s their story:
    Elise had been attracted to Dexter since first spotting him across the buffet steak house. But Dexter appeared to scarcely notice her as he stood at the window with BBQ.
    So Elise made a point of crossing his path multiple times … and even “accidently” brushing against him just to check his reaction.
    She got what she wanted: He dropped his BBQ and followed her back to her table in the corner. There was more contact in the corner, but nothing serious — after all, the buffet has a lot of kids around!
    But Dexter invited her back to his place and they resumed on the path to what they couldn’t accomplish in the far corner of the buffet past the salad bar.
    Uh oh! Dexter’s heaping helpings of BBQ also included the sauteed onions!

    [which explains the look on Elise’s face in this photo]

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! Leave it to you, Jeff, to pull a funny. Glad you approve of the, what do you call it? Cheesecake? LOL!
    Love to see you here.

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  5. Sarah Andre says:

    Grab a cup of tea. The complex back story to this exact moment takes a while to explain.

    She’s a wealthy widow living in River Oaks. To look at her she’s 100% remote, ice-queen-ish and has very few friends. Inside, she’s vulnerable, lonely and craving the touch of the strong, handsome electrician she hired a few weeks ago. But this is his story…

    He’s upgrading her surveillance system, a task that is complicated on any given day and yet he spends most of his energy trying to ignore her. This has proven increasingly difficult given his glimpses of her in the security cameras he’s testing. She lounges in filmy peignoir sets, slathers lotions along her sleek skin while wrapped in a thick, white towel or floats by wearing a black lace robe showcasing spectacular lingerie underneath. And don’t get him started on her collection of stilettos!

    He suspects she knows he can see her even across the enormous, silent house. In fact, he grows convinced she purposely wears these outfits and poses so erotically on her chaise just for him. Each passing, torture-filled day he tries to prove this through the lens. She HAS to be as attracted to him as he is to her!

    But it’s impossible. Any encounters are rare and brief; it’s the butler who sees him in and out each day. She’s aloof when she passes by, never speaks to him or looks his way. Never even acknowledges he’s in the house which makes him feel like dirt. Rich people!

    Needless to say his days have been crackling with this intense awareness of her. He lusts after her incredible body but hates her aristocratic snobbery. And this combination of strained emotions is highly combustible. One way or another he’s about to explode.

    On his final day she is forced to acknowledge his presence when he packs up his tools and tells the butler he requires a check.

    In this photo, she just finished paying him. Silently of course, and without eye contact. How dare she dress in that gauzy robe so he sees exactly what he can never have underneath! Thank God this’ll be the last time he lays eyes on her.

    He yanks the door open, but is so insane in his lust/hatred now he’s shaking. He lets the check drop to the floor and slowly turns back. Her eyes follow the floating check in confusion and then…she glances up. He’s been waiting for her to look at him. Really look at him. In return, he allows the weeks of pent-up rage and lust shine like a promise on his face. Her sky-blue eyes widen in surprise and…vulnerability?

    He reaches out and she inhales sharply. Backs away. He takes a step forward and she retreats again, only the Italian marble hall console blocks her. His smile is unsympathetic. Slipping a callused palm around her waist he closes the distance and finally feels her satiny curves plastered to him. She turns her head as if she can’t bear his touch, but she’s quivering and her breath comes out rapid and uneven. His confidence grows (along with other parts.) One tug slips the robe from her shoulders. He arcs back, still holding her with one arm while he strips off his T-shirt with the other. And then moves in for the kill.

    This is the snapshot of the exact moment he finishes telling her in vivid detail how the next hour is going to go. Making sure to call her ma’am.

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  6. jbrayweber says:

    Now THAT is a smokin’ writing prompt, Sarah. Absolutely spectacular….and oh-so HOT! I adore the last line. Thanks for making this so much fun. 😀

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  7. jeff7salter says:

    After reading Sarah’s entry, I’m, uh … sweating.

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  8. jbrayweber says:

    HAHAHA! Take a shower, Jeff.

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  9. Uhhhhhhh….. ummmmm…… yeah (cough cough) What Jeff said…..

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  10. jbrayweber says:

    You, too, William. Ha!

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  11. jeff7salter says:

    Can you get Sarah to write the next few pages?
    LOL

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  12. Cat Neko says:

    Oooooooo, yummy… I like Jeff’s story! Nothin’ says lovin’ like somethin’ from the oven! Bring on the turnip greens!

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  13. jbrayweber says:

    LOL. Not a fan of turnip greens, myself, Cat. But I’ll eat my veggies for this guy. Oh…who am I kidding? I love veggies, with or without a hottie spurring me along.

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  14. jeff7salter says:

    Thanks, Cat. Nice to finally catch the attention of a fan here.
    ha.

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  15. Mandy is a lingerie model. She’s auditioning for a big fashion show for the fastest-rising new lingerie company, Josephine’s Secret. But unknown to most of the buyers, “Josephine” is actually Joe, a designer with a thing for women’s undergarments and the models who display them. He has his own special way of auditioning a girl like Mandy who wants him to hire her. After all, a good business executive should really put himself into his work!

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  16. jbrayweber says:

    Sounds like Joe has got a dream job. Love it, Mary Anne!

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