This is a real manly man: schmexy to the core (I’ve got a core for him), intentionally and unintentionally suggestive in everything he does (mama likey), aaaaannnnd he doesn't care to play fair when it comes to getting what he wants (naughty, naughty). I should mention he has a bloody fecking hell of a British accent that's tah die for!
Not Scott. Dante.
Scott doesn't have a British accent (I don't think), but he is of Irish descent. No worries, ladies. I'm taking one for the team and doing my damndest to pump him for information on where he's hiding his lucky charms. Either my pumping isn't the shit (as I've always believed it to be), or I'm pumping too well (that’s more like it) so he just doesn’t want to give up the goods. ‘Cause he keeps spouting shit about having to find the end of the rainbow first. So of course I remind him that the pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow, not the lucky charms. It just isn't the same thing, silly.
Mr. Gorgeous and those luscious lips retort with, "Depends on who's asking. A little bit of luck and a whole lot of reward go hand in hand. Keep doing that for long and both of yours will be full in no time."
Cue the suggestive waggle of his brows as he looks down at his lap. Yes, I’m still pumping him for information *side mumble* and he ain’t complaining. @.@
“Ow! Not so rough!”
“Oh, shut up and take it like a man, rainbow boy!”
And then Gabe comes in with an, "Are y’all eatin’ Skittles in here?” He stops abruptly when he enters my office, his eyes going straight to the only male crotch in the room, and says, “Mmm ... I'd like to taste that rainbow.” He’s licking on his own finger. “Gawd ... damn, man!" - exaggerated shiver, and then his hand slowly runs down his chest so his wet finger can now circle his nipple through his overpriced shirt.
Are you rolling your eyes, too??
This would be where Scott winks at Gabe … throwing him a bone, only not literally. Shame on Scott for teasing Gabe like that. Meh, the bitch deserves it.
So you see, this is the issue with having a live cover model portray a favored character. Wait … you’re right. I don’t see an issue AT ALL. We get something pretty-pretty to ogle, and the model gets a good chuckle from watching us all go ga-ga over the goods. Win-Win. I really should’ve done this sooner.
Hold on … this blog post wasn’t supposed to be about what it’s like to have a live cover model on the team. We were talking about Dante, right? Well, obviously my distraction is proof of the ga-ga. So, I’ll just let you ooooh and ahhhh over the pics for now. I promise the description will come later, after edits ;-)
Want to hear something funny? When I purchased these photos, my PR said, "Congratulations! You just bought a man!!"
Ahem ... I hope the po-po aren't reading this post, 'cuz I'm way too voluptuous and would defs end up being someone's bitch in the clank. JS. Really, I'm not a john, more like a pimp. Ergo - My fellow authors, if you want to own a little piece of Scott Nova, you can pump him for a bit of information, too, at www.scottnova.com. This website isn't up yet, but it's cumming soon. *snerk*
FYI, the lucky charms are MINE, so back off beeyotches!
*Disclaimer: No cover models were seriously injured whilst I got my pump on, but Scott may be walking a little funny for a couple of days.*
Holla' atcha girl and tell me what you think!