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Here’s how it worked. Bloggers went to http://justromance.me/register/scenemaker/, where a random selection of characters, adjectives, and a setting were generated. Also, we were given the first line: Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend. and a line of dialogue: “Maybe you should take off your shirt.”. After that, the sky’s the limit.
I liked our mascot so much, I made a screenshot of my scene generator, so you can see what I had to work with, as well as drool a bit on that sexy tat.
There you have it. My generated scene. So here we go:
“Bloody footprints. What a way to start the weekend.” The Sous Chef scowled at the floor behind the crowd invading his domain. His big floppy feet and Cockney accent gave the man a caricature feel. Â He continued mumbling about dirty feet as he continued through the kitchen.
Well, her date gets props for creativity. Cassidy dried her hands, and threw the paper towel in the humongous trash can.Â She’d never even been inside a restaurant kitchen before, but now here she was on a blind date, learning cooking tips from one of the city’s most famous chefs.
“Do you like to cook?” Scott’s voice washed over her like a cup of warm syrup. Rich and sinful.
Cassidy looked up at her date. As a ski instructor, his gorgeous face was tanned, other than a clear shape around his eyes where his ski goggles kept the skin a lighter shade.Â She could picture him on the slopes, stealing the hearts of all of his female students. His grin was irresistible. Along with the rest of him. It was a relief that Lara had set them up without telling Scott that she wasÂ wealthy. Now she could just be a regular ordinary woman on a regular ordinary date.Â All he knew was that she worked in a bank.
He didn’t know that she owned seven of them.
She blinked a few times to remember the question. “Oh. Yes, I do. It’s the cleaning up after myself that I don’t like. How about you?”
He stepped aside politely to follow her to the prep table, where they stood shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the cooking class.Â She gave him points for manners.
“I make a mean lasagna.” The look in his eye promised many sinful things, Italian food wasn’t even in the back of her mind.
Before she could mentally undress him, Cassidy focused on the empty cutting board in front of her.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. Interactive Restaurant? That just means that they’re getting paid for me doing my own cooking.” Â Pete, the elderly guy on the other side of the table, growled. Pete was a retired postal worker who claimed to have been dragged here by his wife of sixty years.
“Will you lighten up? Anything is better than sitting in front of the boob-tube.” His wife swatted his arm playfully. “Now don’t ruin this for the rest of us.”
Scott’s laugh was as sexy as his voice.
Cassidy gave herself virtual slap in the face. This man was way too adorable to have a normal personality. No use falling for him on the first date, before the psychotic side came out. There must be something wrong with him.
She managed to pay attention to Chef Gerald, and even laughed along with Scott as he spent much longer than necessary chopping his vegetables.Â His frustration with the tedious tasks made the rest of the table laugh. Even Pete labeled him cantankerous. The highlight of the evening was when he leaned against the oven. His sleeve caught fire, he jerked back in reaction, and poured a bowl of cold marinara sauce over his arm to douse the flames. His shouts shouldn’t have been comical, but several of the amateur cooks snickered behind their hands.
Cassidy managed to keep a straight face as she came to his rescue. She unbuttoned his shirt, thankful that he wore a clean undershirt.Â She added more points to his tally. “Maybe you should take off your shirt.”
Nice chest. Muscular pecs clearly defined beneath the tee-shirt. And he smelled really good.
She must have enjoyed the task a bit too much, because she was suddenly aware of a chorus of jeers from the others. She handed him his soiled shirt with an awkward grin.
Still, once things settled down, and they returned to work, she swore she didn’t bump his hip on purpose, and would never admit to reaching into his space just to get another whiff of his cologne. The cooking class was a perfect place for a first date. No awkward silences, and the other participants gave her a cushion from the blind-date pressure.
“Maybe you should think about quitting your cushy job at the bank.” Scott nudged her elbow with his. “Your bruschetta looks a whole lot better than mine.”
She smiled, feeling an insane amount of pleasure from the simple compliment. “Well, the true test will be in taste.”
The heat in his eyes burned right through her clothes, and she had to stop herself from fanning her face with a spatula.
“Tell ya what.” He stepped closer, until she could feel the heat coming off his body. “If it passes muster, I’ll make the Lasagna, and you can make the bruschetta.”
I always feel bad leaving the couple just as things are heating up. Â Oh well, on to the next blog post! Hope you’re having a good time. I’ll be chatting at Gem’s Chat Room on Sunday evening 7pm EST. Hope to meet you there! We’ll draw the winners during chat, and one of you will win a copy of my contemporary western romance Retreat.