Teaser Tuesday #61

Survint alors un incident indépendant de sa volonté. Elle rinçait sa tasse, debout devant son évier, quand la cuisine du voisin s'illumina, révélant la silhouette de Sam.
Ses poumons se bloquèrent.
- Jésus Marie Joseph, geignit-elle quand elle retrouva un peu d'air.
Jamais elle n'aurait pensé en découvrir autant sur le Sam. Tout, en l’occurrence. Il se tenait devant son réfrigérateur, nu comme un ver. Elle eut juste le temps d'admirer son derrière avant qu'il ne sorte une bouteille de jus d'orange, la dévisse et la porte à ses lèvres en se retournant. 
Elle oublia aussitôt le popotin. La proue du navire en jetait bien plus que la poupe, et ce n'était pas peu dire. Cet homme était sévèrement burné.

"Je ne suis pas seul. Même si je ne la vois pas, je peux sentir son souffle sur ma nuque. Il est rapidement rejoint par de petits mordillements qui font naître des frissons dans tout mon corps, surtout lorsqu'ils descendent le long de ma colonne vertébrale. Malgré la douleur, la peur et le stress, son contact éveille mes sens. Je suis à sa merci et j'aime ça."

ninou-lilou a écrit:@titi0905: je crois que ce passage a marqué toutes celles qui ont lu ce livre. Bienvenue au club titi0905

Elea a écrit:Je crois que c'est la scène culte de Mister perfect, effectivement !  

Ten minutes later, the doorbell summoned him to find Frank of Frank and Joann standing on the front steps.
Scowling.
“What?” Wyatt bit his tongue. “Sorry. Hi.” He faked a smile. “What can I do for you?”
“Belinda said she’d be stopping by with some groceries later.”
“Uh-huh.” Wyatt bit the inside of his mouth. Be nice, be nice.
“I know she’s almost an adult but I wanted to have a chat with you before she starts coming around,” the man said gruffly. He put his hands on his hips in full lecture mode. “Two men in a house, both of them strangers—I want to know what your intentions are.”
Wyatt blinked. “Wait—do you think Benji and I are going to… hit on her?”
“I don’t know you,” Frank said, deadly serious.
“Uh, okay. Quick rundown. Two gay guys, one mean cat, no drugs, a little liquor, and that’s about it.”
Frank’s frown lessened slightly. “You’re gay?”
“You didn’t figure that out?”
The man looked surprised. “It’s not like you’re wearing a sign!”
Wyatt put his hand up. “Sorry. Okay, let’s start again. What do you need to know so your daughter can bring us groceries?”
Which is how Frank ended up at the kitchen island, drinking coffee with Wyatt.
“I’m just sayin’—he hasn’t made a good movie since Casino.”
Wyatt was already shaking his head. “Come on—Silver Linings Playbook was excellent.”
“De Niro should stick to what he’s good at. Mobsters.” Frank took a sip from his cup.
“He’s a genius!”
“At playing mob guys! Why mess with success?”
“This entire conversation explains your pants from the 1980s,” Wyatt said tartly, suddenly realizing he was being bitchy again as soon as the words flew out of his mouth.
Frank’s face scrunched up, then he shrugged. “See, now you sound a little gay.”
Wyatt’s mouth opened, then closed.
“But you’re not wrong about the pants.”

“HE’S a nice man,” Benji said after Wyatt returned to the kitchen from seeing Frank out.
“You say that about everyone.”
Wyatt heard the “Not saying it about you” muttered under Benji’s breath as he leaned back over his raisin bran.

Isatis a écrit:Encore du M/M pour changer, avec deux gars  adorables

Just a drive de Tere Michaels

Wyatt  squatte la maison de sa meilleure amie, hospitalisée,  Raven. Il cohabite avec Benji et un matin ils reçoivent la visite de Franck, un voisin qui se fait du souci pour sa fille qui s'occupe de ravitailler les deux hommes...

Ten minutes later, the doorbell summoned him to find Frank of Frank and Joann standing on the front steps.
Scowling.
“What?” Wyatt bit his tongue. “Sorry. Hi.” He faked a smile. “What can I do for you?”
“Belinda said she’d be stopping by with some groceries later.”
“Uh-huh.” Wyatt bit the inside of his mouth. Be nice, be nice.
“I know she’s almost an adult but I wanted to have a chat with you before she starts coming around,” the man said gruffly. He put his hands on his hips in full lecture mode. “Two men in a house, both of them strangers—I want to know what your intentions are.”
Wyatt blinked. “Wait—do you think Benji and I are going to… hit on her?”
“I don’t know you,” Frank said, deadly serious.
“Uh, okay. Quick rundown. Two gay guys, one mean cat, no drugs, a little liquor, and that’s about it.”
Frank’s frown lessened slightly. “You’re gay?”
“You didn’t figure that out?”
The man looked surprised. “It’s not like you’re wearing a sign!”
Wyatt put his hand up. “Sorry. Okay, let’s start again. What do you need to know so your daughter can bring us groceries?”
Which is how Frank ended up at the kitchen island, drinking coffee with Wyatt.
“I’m just sayin’—he hasn’t made a good movie since Casino.”
Wyatt was already shaking his head. “Come on—Silver Linings Playbook was excellent.”
“De Niro should stick to what he’s good at. Mobsters.” Frank took a sip from his cup.
“He’s a genius!”
“At playing mob guys! Why mess with success?”
“This entire conversation explains your pants from the 1980s,” Wyatt said tartly, suddenly realizing he was being bitchy again as soon as the words flew out of his mouth.
Frank’s face scrunched up, then he shrugged. “See, now you sound a little gay.”
Wyatt’s mouth opened, then closed.
“But you’re not wrong about the pants.”

 

 Et le dialogue qui suit cette rencontre me fait craquer...Bien envoyé Benji!  

“HE’S a nice man,” Benji said after Wyatt returned to the kitchen from seeing Frank out.
“You say that about everyone.”
Wyatt heard the “Not saying it about you” muttered under Benji’s breath as he leaned back over his raisin bran.

Isatis a écrit: 


Oh allez Titi,  c'est compréhensible! Si je peux le comprendre, vous pouvez le comprendre