Some writer started writing it not knowing what it was, and she’ll continue writing it forever just because this is the —

You guys get the idea. 😉 My newest Virginia Greene work is still, well, in the works, and at about 7k right now. On the weekends, I typically let myself write whatever I want. I might just continue writing this. I’m just about to hit the sexy part. Somehow, these characters kind of just…took over my brain. I’ll let them, because I’m having fun right now simply just winging it. 

It’s been nice to get back into my “over 2k words a day” groove. I intend to keep writing for a little while longer, but learning some music might win out. We’ll see. 🙂 Here’s a some more of what I’ve written today:


“I would prefer it if you sat next to me, Ms. Morrison,” he murmured, offering her a slight smile. He gave Wesley a nod, who continued through the cabin, past another set of doors. With Wesley gone, Mordecai sat down in a seat, loosely crossing one leg over the other.

Vicky settled beside him, pressing her knees together as she rested her hands in her lap. Just as she opened her mouth to ask the slew of questions that had been brewing in the back of her mind, she felt a hand land between her shoulder blades. “Hold onto your questions for a moment longer,” Mordecai warned, his hand falling away from her. “There will be a flight attendant in a few moments, and once she is gone, you can speak.”

Her jaw snapped shut, just like that. She turned her eyes towards the ceiling of the plane, squinting at just how pristine the interior really was. Was this the life she would lead, now? One of decadence and extravagance? Was she even really made for this kind of life? Her appearance certainly wasn’t, what with her dry, mousy brown hair and muddy eyes.

She had been so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even hear the flight attendant speaking. It was only when Mordecai tapped her sharply on the shoulder that she turned to look at him. He had slipped out of his suit jacket when she wasn’t looking, draping it over the back of the seat in front of them. He straightened his sleeves, those piercing blue eyes focused right on her. “You may speak now, Ms. Morrison.”

“Where are we –”

“Going? Back to California. I have some business I need to take care of, there. Next question.”

Vicky nodded, gulping a bit as she glanced at the floor. “What, exactly, do you need me for?” she asked, furrowing her brow. “I still don’t know what it is I’m supposed to do.”

Mordecai’s lips parted slowly, revealing his bright, even teeth one at a time. “Ah, Ms. Morrison, I am paying you to be my — companion, of sorts. On paper, you’ll be my assistant.”

“Companion?” she murmured, giving him another look in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I am a very busy man, Ms. Morrison,” he began. He then leaned in close again, his smile turning predatory. “And I know that you are a far more intelligent woman than many would like to believe. Surely you can figure it out for yourself?” His eyes flashed and he leaned back in his seat, some, his fingers deftly undoing the knot in his tie.

Vicky’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open once more. “You can’t be — that’s illegal!”

“I am aware of the legality issue. I believe I mentioned that last night,” Mordecai muttered, pulling the now undone tie away from his neck. “I used to rely on escort services in the past, but as my name gains notoriety, I’m afraid I don’t want to give the tabloids any ideas.”

“You can’t — can’t just expect me to — to –” Vicky clenched her jaw, forcing herself to take a moment and breathe. To think. “Am I allowed to say no?” she asked, her voice shaking.

“Absolutely,” he answered, smiling at her. “I would much rather have a willing partner — but if you initially consent, you have to follow my every order until I am finished with you.”