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“Where were you?”
“Out.” There was no way she was going to tell him the truth.
“That’s very informative.”
“What are you doing up?” She asked instead.
“It’s my night to work, and I decided to drop by to tell you the good news.”
“You found a surrogate!” Suddenly, the exhaustion vanished to be replaced by joy.
“Yes.” He said shortly. “Do you have any idea what I have been going through? I could not get you, and you were not home.”
“David, I am sorry.”
“I have work.”
“Wait- “
“I have to go.”
He hung up before she could say anything else, and she knew he was pissed.
“I am going to have some sucking up to do when next I talk to him.” She said aloud. Sliding down against the pillows, she tried to sleep, but she opened her eyes within ten minutes and realized it was not happening. Staring up at the intricate ceiling pattern, she allowed her mind to wander.
She had agreed to the most bizarre and unusual proposal of her life. She had been in a couple of relationships in the past that had not worked out because either the guy was intimidated by her position of power (A black woman making strides) or her bluntness was too much to take.
She had just started with one several months ago, but he had told her frankly that her career comes first and he needed attention.
She had called it quits before they ended up in bed. Now, she was involved with a man she had no business being with. He was out of her league, being a powerhouse, and had issues. She had listened to him laying down the rules and knew it was based on what he had gone through.
Not only that, but he was involved with her company, and whenever the relationship was over and done with, she probably would have to see him coming in to look at his investment. Or maybe not. Men like Deacon Manchester leave these things to their employees.
But she was attracted to him, that much she knew and had felt the awareness from their first meeting. Turning the light out, she pulled the covers up and tried to get some sleep.
*****
"It's a party thrown by our advertising agency, and some bigwigs will be there." Sara looked at her friends pleadingly. "I am going to need the support of my best gals."
"See, the word 'gals' sounds weird from your white mouth," Angeline told her dryly, sipping her martini. They had agreed to meet at their favorite uptown bar right after work. In Angeline's case, she had spent the day at the spa getting a total body massage.
Delores had not heard from Deacon and figured he would have called if he wanted to see her. She might be a progressive, intelligent, and forward-thinking woman, but in this case, she was going to leave it up to him to reach out.
“Bite me.”
Angeline grinned at her. “You have been hanging around us too much. Where is this ritzy function being held?”
“At the Royalton.”
“That’s indeed fancy,” Delores murmured. She had chosen vodka with a lemon twist and was nursing the drink, intending for it to be the only one she partook of seeing as she was driving home. A look around the sports bar showed some minor celebrities and a few well-known basketball players. “When is this?”
“Tomorrow.” Sara threw up a hand. “I know it’s short notice, but I only decided to appear today. What do you say? It will be a working party for me, but you guys can mingle, and you might even pick up a rich man.” She nodded at Angeline.
“I am so off the male species right now. Sex, and that’s it for now. A quick roll in the hay and pray that it’s a roll that will be worth it. We go our separate ways, and if needs be, we reach out and do it all over again.”
“We are not built for that sort of thing,” Sara muttered.
“And why the hell not?” Angeline demanded. “We are of this mindset that emotions are supposed to come into play. Sex should be uncomplicated and enjoyable. Something to release the stress-“ She gestured with her glass.
