"Take one step closer to me, and I swear to God, I'll drop this cake! I'll do it! Don't test me!”
It took me a while to get the muse to talk to me, but she gave me a little scene in an upcoming romantic suspense tale I've been working on for a while (I won't tell you how long). Hey, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right? ;)
“Take one step closer to me, and I swear to—”
“What? You swear to do what?”
Rain rose from her cubicle chair and looked over the maze of gray dividers toward the break room. She couldn’t see much, but she recognized Alyssa’s voice and shook her head. Sheesh, what was the going on now?
“I’ll drop this cake, Robert. I’ll do it! Don’t test me.”
“Oh, for goodness sake.” Rain returned to her seat and shoved her earphones into her ears. She didn’t need to get involved with the local drama queens.
Robert was known as the office player. He usually wasn’t blatant about it and for the most part, the woman he enticed knew the rules of the game. But every now and again, he slept with someone who thought they were meant for happily-ever-after, and it ended up in a blowout.
Poor Alyssa. The woman was sweet and capable at her job, but Robert wasn’t one to settle down. Too many women in Vegas to give them all up for one. Sometimes her town was awesome, and sometimes it was just another seedy rathole. Rain tried to refocus on the report in front of her, hoping to puzzle out what the field archaeologist had found on the proposed mine site in the Las Vegas Wash.
The impact of a soft, gooey pastry hit the wall beside her head. Rain jumped and ripped off her earphones. What the--
Another clump of birthday cake hit the cubicle across from hers, spraying frosting over the gray material in a Rorschach painting.
“You self-centered, small-pricked asshole!” Alyssa’s voice blasted her rage across the room as more cake flew in the direction of Robert’s smirking face. He lost his smile as her words translated. “If you wanted a one-night-stand, you should’ve made it clear. But no-O-oh. You stood me up and snuck around behind my back with some tart-tourist you found at the bar!” She hurled another glob of cake. “Did you pay her well? Have you seen the doc? Because your dick isn’t big enough for you to lose anything to disease!”
More cake flew and Robert ducked, but Alyssa’s aim was true, and it splattered across his chest, marring his expensive silk tie.
“Alyssa, you need to calm down now. We just had a fling—”
“Fling? Fling?” Her lips pulled back in a snarl as she grabbed another handful of cake. “You said you wanted to be with me long-term. You said you were in it for more than one night.” She raised her chin and took aim. “I’ll show you fling, you two-timing pussy-grabber!” She let fly with the fistful of cake and it hit him in the ear as he ducked.
Robert broke into a run, all decorum thrown the winds as Alyssa pursued with globs of cake flying through the room. Rain watched the real-life Pac-Man game unfold in front of her except the dot-muncher had become the cake-avoider. Alyssa chased Robert out of the main office into the foyer, still screaming her fury until the door closed.
Rain shot a look over the wall at her cubicle neighbor. “That was exciting.”
The woman in the other cube nodded. “Yeah. Talk about taking sweet revenge.”
Rain barked a laugh. “Well, that definitely takes the cake.”
They grinned at each other and resumed their mutual seats behind their desks. Who said working for a federal agency couldn't be fun?
That's it for me this week. Check out how the prompt worked for the other flash fiction authors below and happy reading.