Geek Love - Sneak Peek at chapter 22

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Preview of Geek Love Chapter 22:

Six months later

Walking into the downstairs game room of my parent’s house, it was impossible not to laugh at the scene before me.

Bella was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, her modified netbook propped open, typing furiously. I had helped her install OSX on her Dell mini netbook, and received a very special thank you for it.

Don’t remember the ‘thank you’. Wood would not look good right now.

Every few seconds Bella would look up at the giant TV screen thoughtfully, then return to her laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard.

Jasper lay sprawled on the couch, making comments presumably aimed at Bella. Some she would ask briefly about, some she merely nodded and dutifully noted in her document.

Alice lay on the other end of the sofa propped against a pile of throw pillows, feet in Jasper’s lap. In her hands was an iPhone, turned landscape. She was engrossed in whatever was on the tiny screen, ignoring the larger one—which was impressive given the size, volume, and content.

Jasper took his eyes off the screen, looking at Bella. “Did you get the software?”

“Um…yeah, I got a trial of a few different ones. Right now I’m just working in Neo Office. I’ll migrate it over later.” She spoke without looking up or interrupting her flying digits.

“OK. We need to talk deadlines and stuff soon.”

I sat behind Bella, wrapping my arms around her waist, enveloping her hips in my thighs. She reached around and squeezed me in brief acknowledgment, still typing with the other hand.

Leaning my chin on Bella’s shoulder, I read her notes—chunks of scene descriptions interspersed with random dialogue ideas. It was fucking awesome. Some of it was so funny I laughed hard enough to force Bella to stop typing for a moment, earning a glare from her.

“Cullen, if you can’t stand the heat get the fuck out of my screenplay.”

Jasper’s eyes tore away from the TV, and he leveled Bella with a glare, one eyebrow raised. “Your screenplay? What the fuck am I, chopped monkey nuts?”

She laughed. “Sorry Jasper, our screenplay. You know this is mostly yours. I’m just your glorified secretary slash color commentary.”

Yes, Jasper and Bella were writing a porn screenplay.

Active research was ongoing on my dad’s 55-inch 1080P screen.

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