conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Senior, Writer, NASA with the genre: Romance, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'To Catch a Cheat'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: To Catch a Cheat
  Marissa leaned her head back so her neck rested on the top edge of the chair and could literally feel the tension building in her muscles. A good soak in the hot tub was probably in order, but right now she had to convince her friends that she didn't need to go for Trent. "Listen. I'll tell you the truth. The two of us have admitted an attraction, and we even crossed the boundary—a little—last night."
  Trent's chest swelled as Marissa took another bite of étouffée and hummed her contentment with his cooking. She made the same sweet sound with every bite, and Trent had to wonder if he wouldn't hear something similar when they made love. And now that he knew he could nearly get her there with a kiss... "You should be ashamed of yourself, both for eavesdropping on my private conversation and for cooking something that I can't stop eating. I was full five minutes ago."
  She eyed the remainder on her plate, then slowly took another bite of étouffée. "Can you teach me how to make it?"
  He grinned, not surprised that Rissi Kincaid didn't balk at crawfish as a Cajun cooking staple. She wasn't the type to back away from things that were different, or a challenge, like the run this morning, or his cooking with "mud bugs" tonight. Not that he'd tell her the Louisiana nickname for his favorite crustacean. "Sure, I'll teach you. In fact, I'll teach you lots of things, if you want, like what 'more than a kiss' would do for you."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about pushed, longing, pulled.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: To Catch a Cheat
  Marissa leaned her head back so her neck rested on the top edge of the chair and could literally feel the tension building in her muscles. A good soak in the hot tub was probably in order, but right now she had to convince her friends that she didn't need to go for Trent. "Listen. I'll tell you the truth. The two of us have admitted an attraction, and we even crossed the boundary—a little—last night. "
  Trent's chest swelled as Marissa took another bite of étouffée and hummed her contentment with his cooking. She made the same sweet sound with every bite, and Trent had to wonder if he wouldn't hear something similar when they made love. And now that he knew he could nearly get her there with a kiss... 
  She pushed her plate forward, then took another longing look at the food and pulled it back in place. "You should be ashamed of yourself, both for eavesdropping on my private conversation and for cooking something that I can't stop eating. I was full five minutes ago. "
  She eyed the remainder on her plate, then slowly took another bite of étouffée. "Can you teach me how to make it?"
  He grinned, not surprised that Rissi Kincaid didn't balk at crawfish as a Cajun cooking staple. She wasn't the type to back away from things that were different, or a challenge, like the run this morning, or his cooking with "mud bugs" tonight. Not that he'd tell her the Louisiana nickname for his favorite crustacean. "Sure, I'll teach you. In fact, I'll teach you lots of things, if you want, like what 'more than a kiss' would do for you. "
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Marissa inhaled the scent of him, and her nipples budded into hard points against her white silk gown. She moved a finger to one of the spaghetti straps at her shoulder, pushed it off her arm, then shifted so the other side also fell free. The sleek fabric whispered over her skin on its way to the floor.
  His voice startled her, and she gasped. Had he been watching her the entire time? Had he been waiting for her tonight, knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep, because her heart ached to be comforted? And because her very soul ached for him? She realized that the moonlight spilling freely into her room had followed her through the small passage between the two and was now silhouetting her frame. He'd watched her enter, had seen her undress, and now viewed her, standing before him, completely nude. He'd seen her this way for most of the day, as they explored their sexual desires together, but now, it seemed different. More sensual, more intimate.
  She moved to the bed, then lay beside him, his powerful, male body radiating strength against her shivering flesh. His arms encircled her, pulled her close, while he kissed her hair, then her forehead, the bridge of her nose, her eyelids, and finally, her mouth. Marissa curved instinctively into him, relishing the feeling of something so perfect, so right. His fingers caressed her, moving over her breasts, then easing down her abdomen in whisper-light touches that had her body quivering deep inside, while his intoxicating kiss overwhelmed her worries and left her thinking only of this moment, of his touch, of the two of them.
  He gently slid his leg between hers, opening her center as he moved his fingers lower, to her most sensitive place, then kissed her and touched her and loved her until her body blissfully lost all control.
  She slid her hand down his side, across his hip, and to his hard length. Then she arched her hips and guided him to her center. "I want you. Please."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last three paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'Unfortunately, Babette had just taken a big sip of tea and nearly spewed it all over the table'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Unfortunately, Babette had just taken a big sip of tea and nearly spewed it all over the table. Finally, she managed to swallow and then laughed. "You didn't."
  Granny Gert laughed. "Propositioned. It sounds so risqué, doesn't it?" Then she smiled, and her cheeks turned rosy. "I like that idea. Me, risqué and daring and full of gumption." She paused. "I was seventeen."
  Granny Gert's grin climbed even higher into her cheeks and she winked at Babette. "I believe it says that it's high time you give it a try."