Thread: Four Letters (Ariamella and Dane Stalling)

Marisa almost rolled her eyes at Hank's departing comment, getting the distinct feeling that he wasn't behind the whole idea of writing on such risqu topics as James was. Well it worked out perfectly, because she doubted a serious news center would consider her if they popped her name into Google only to discover that she was writing columns on doing the naughty. Not only writing about it, but all the intimate details involved with it what woman liked in men, what they liked in bed, and maybe even a 10 Sexy Things You Didn't Know About Sex! piece. While her friends would find it hilarious and maybe a little bit hot her roommate already wanted all the raunchy details that came with writing about sex, she could only imagine what future employers would think when she wrote about the juicy pros and cons of bondage, or even cheating. A hint of a smile tugged at one side of her face, and she sat to set up her laptop. It wasn't long before a voice interrupted her out of her thoughts, and she lifted her head to see an impeccably dressed man's beaming face looking down at her. Going with the 13? Well, not that I should be surprised. I know how you women like it. 'The bigger the better', right? A wicked grin lit up his face before he gently nudged her shoulder with a half-made fist, and Marisa gave him a look that said, 'that's real funny but get out'. What, no 'size matters' jokes? ...Oh, don't give me that look, honey. I couldn't make a move on you even if I wanted to. I don't exactly play for your team, you know? He chuckled quietly at his own joke before continuing the introductions. I'm Christian, the style director for Alpha. I choose the clothing for our models, and help with artistic direction of the covers. I'd ask who you are, but I think everyone's got that figured out already. Do they now, Marisa answered, eyes sparkling with the same playfulness that he was giving her. I'm Marisa, the new columnist for Women on Sex, I know. A change from the last couple of girls we had writing for us. If you have time, or if you're curious, go ask Hank about them. They were... interesting. I'm pretty sure they have to be, with the stuff that Mr. Walker has in mind. She pulled out the paper from underneath her stack of files, flashing it towards him. First item? One night stands. I don't even know where to start with my prelim searches. Well, hon, you could start by calling Walker as 'Walker.' Or James, or... something. Around here, 'Mr. Walker' is reserved for all the lucky ladies who get to meet him and, you know, attempt to get a little luckier. Or it's for people like Andrea, who have to call him that in front of guests and are probably still hoping to get something. Christian's voice dropped almost conspiratorially, his eyes amused as he appraised the new employee up and down. Second, look around you, Marisa. If you want one night stands or whatever you're looking at a whole bunch of them just walking around. It's Alpha . Tried Red sourcing it yet? Marisa laughed. Noted, to the first thing. And god no! I'm not going to just up and announce that I want to talk casual sex on my first day. Besides, I kind of want to... settle in first. To make sure I know where I'm headed with this first series. Christian looked at her with the same curious smile and raised an eyebrow over his circular glasses. You can always put up an ad in the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist if you want, but chances are your best bet is to start within this office. There's always the IM system if you want to make your notice a little more discreet. A look of surprise crossed Marisa's features. Won't that raise a red flag? The whole 'sexual talk in the office' thing is supposed to be off-limits. So, this is Alpha. We write about style, sexy women, and yes, even sex. No red flags there. He winked at her and sauntered away, quickly starting up conversation with one of the passing men. Two hours had gone by, and Marisa's laptop screen sat empty at her desk. Countless doodles on a notepad lay on her right side, and she sighed. Thinking of how to even begin the articles and tie them together had been a challenge in and of itself, but at least she had some sort of idea. Maybe , she thought to herself, Maybe I have an idea ... In order to pull it off, she'd be limited to interviewing men from the office, but they had to know something , right? It was worth a shot, and if she didn't get what she needed, she always had time to change her plan of attack. Marisa had always been a 'high risk, high reward' kind of person, and one difficult little topic wasn't going to change that. Quickly, she pulled up the minimized instant messenger window and typed a message that was sent to everyone in office Marisa Demmings 104812 AM I need someone to talk casual sex. One night stands, the good and bad, the whole deal. Red paper it? Only just about a minute later, a separate chat window popped up. Christian Rivera 104944 AM Wasn't so bad right? I wouldn't be too worried about yelling for sex. I mean there's 'Women on Sex' right under your name on the sidebar. Have fun honey An easy smile turned up the corners of Marisa's lips. Good. Now, she just had to wait.