401A/N: Hi, everybody. I recently entered a contest called "A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words" hosted by Fyrebyrd. And if you haven't read her stories, make sure to check them out. She's a super lovely lady. The contest theme was a Summer Blow-out, and we had to choose a picture and then write a 500-word max o/s based on the pic, which was difficult because this a/n is probably 500 words lol. I entered two stories, and this is one of them. It won the "3rd Place Public Vote" and "Secret Keeper Fyrebyrd's Pick."
Fyrebyrd will also be hosting a Halloween Contest. If you think you might like to give writing a try, check it out. The story info is under the penname "apictureisworthathousandwords." And make sure to join her Facebook group with the same name.
You have to check out the picture I chose. I think it's very appropriate for this story. Hehe. It's on my FB page Madeleine Beckett as well as in the group.
Thank you to SunflowerFran for her beta skills, and thank you to eeyorefan12 for coming up with my story description.
I think this could be a fun little story to continue. Let me know what you think... ;)
BACK YARD EXPOSURE
"I cannot believe she's doing this," Alice muttered.
"Really? You thought she wouldn't do this?"
A waiter in a tuxedo approached.
"What's that?"
"Caviar and Crème Fraiche tartlets."
I carefully chose one.
"Alice, I've never tried fish eggs. I'm going in."
"They're disgusting."
I stared at it and became bold. And popped it in my mouth.
Spluttering, I immediately popped it out of my mouth into my napkin.
Embarrassed, I glanced around and caught some guy's eye, and the corner of his mouth lifted.
And I wanted to disappear.
After gargling some of Rose's mouthwash, I made my way back outside.
Rose's backyard? Ridiculous. There was an infinity pool, grotto, waterfalls, and probably some marble from the Taj Mahal. People were milling about, drinking wine, and eating fancy, gross things.
A band was playing, and champagne was chilling. It was a warm summer evening, but I had no intention of getting into that jazzy pond.
"Some guy saw the caviar removal," I said.
Alice laughed.
And I looked for him because he might have been…
Not ugly.
"How long?" Alice moaned.
Everyone had their Dom Perignon.
The music stilled.
Talking ceased.
Everyone turned their heads.
And there she was with her Marilyn Monroe hair, sky-high red stilettos, and sheer bikini cover-up brushing against her ankles. Walking model fierce, she stopped and let the cover-up slide dramatically down her arms until it dropped to the ground and exposed a teeny bikini.
With her fists on her hips, she posed before her hands moved up her body to her boobs.
"Welcome to my triple D party, bitches."
The crowd erupted, shouting, and whistling.
Alice gagged, and I copied.
"Rosie, I'm the luckiest man in the world. I love you, baby," Emmett shouted before he ran and did a cannonball into the pool while still wearing his tux.
Yeah, Rose got another upgrade. Her perfect exterior never bothered me because her interior was, well, evil, but . . . dang.
"All. Male. Members. Activated," I said.
"Not all male members," someone purred from behind me.
I turned around and it was him.
So not ugly.
I groaned. "Sorry about . . . earlier."
He chuckled. "Was it the tuna poke? It was wretched if you ask me."
"No, the caviar."
"Ah. I guess seafood isn't our thing, huh?"
Tux. Tall. Tasty.
"How do you know Rose?" he asked.
"A friend some days. An enemy most days."
He laughed. "She's definitely unique."
"You mean self-absorbed, self-centered, and self-obsessed?"
He grinned. "You said it, not me."
Taking a sip of champagne, I gave him the flirty eyes.
And he raised a sexy brow.
"How about we get together sometime for something, 'non-seafood'?"
Before I could utter a sound, Rose appeared, slipping her hand around his bicep. "Bella? Dr. Edward Cullen is the reason I look so spectacular today."
My mouth flopped open.
Oh.
Hell.
No.
I would never go out with someone who had touched Rose's tits.
Not even if he was Mr. Scorch Your Undies.