"Emma, my head is killing me!"
Willow Summers wailed. One of her friends quickly asked, "What's wrong? You're pregnant! You have to take care of yourself!"
"From writing her spicy scenes, of course!"
Lillian Huxley answered for her with complete certainty. "She only ever gets a headache this bad when she's writing those scenes!"
"Spicy scenes...?"
Naomi Shaw was confused. Lillian Huxley smiled and explained, "Doesn't she write erotic novels? In her line of work, they call writing about lovemaking 'spicy scenes' or 'setting sail'!"
"Oh..."
Naomi Shaw replied, a little embarrassed. 'Lovemaking? How would you even write that?'
Willow Summers slammed her hand on the table at Lillian Huxley. "Lillian Huxley, I do not write erotic novels, okay? Could your kind of erotic novel get published? The novel I write is titled *Deeply in Love*, you know? Such a profound title! Hmph!"
"And that's only because my Mr. Rhodes and I made it happen for you!"
