She left the plain life because it was too restrictive, but Mr. Rock and Roll All Night And Party Every Day might be too freeing for her.
“It’s my job to make you look good.” Her voice went soft as her gaze found his.
“You’re doing a really good job,” he murmured. Her lips were just inches from his. A couple more seconds and he’d finally get a taste of her. What would she taste like? Strawberries? Summer? Wine? He caught her wrist hoping to feel her pulse fluttering under her skin, but all he found was the satin sensation of flesh. Fine. Good enough. Better than good enough. Rachel was so amazingly real that every second of his life to this moment felt like the cheap set of a made for Bulgarian cable movie. “You must be very dedicated.”
I have a friend who runs a company that, as far as I can tell, does event lighting, video editing and whatever else he can manage to get into. We are both huge science fiction fans. Several years ago, he was talking about a show his company was making for Bulgarian television. It was shot mostly against green screen, but had a few sets and it was science fiction. Now, under the best of circumstances and with the biggest of budgets, science fiction sets and props can go horribly, horribly wrong. I love Stargate, but I swear most of their props were made of Sculpy. The chat with my friend left a permanent image of shockingly corny visuals, which reappeared here.