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Waiting for more

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Waiting for more

ThrillPlus:
Waiting for more

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I couldn't help it, I gently held her shoulders in my hands, and kissed her softly on the cheek. But then with a heavy heart, I quietly stepped away and let myself out the door.

Once in the hallway, I started striding to the elevator, my cell phone already out in my hand as I thumbed it back on.

If she had set me up, oh man was I going to kill Rosalinda.

"I swear I had nothing to do with it!" Rosalinda pleaded with me, her voice slightly distorted by our intermittent cellular connection.

"You're sure? Paparazzi just like to hang outside Geno's waiting to see if Tade Robins will show up? And who are these 'sources' who say we've been dating for four years?"

"Like I know? I wasn't planning anything."

"Oh, and the whole conversation about me pretending to be your boyfriendhelping your career? I'll bet that never happened? I imagined the whole thing!"

Now Rosalinda's voice took a turn for the pissed off. "Look, I swear to you again that I had nothing to do with it. you can choose to either trust me on that or not. Just stop yelling at me!"

Then my phone triple beeped to let me know the call had ended. She'd fucking hung up on me. And in a spur of rage, I screamed and threw my phone against the wall where the case cracked and fell to the floor. What the Bleep did I care? I had enough money to buy the whole damn wireless company!

And then my stomach growled loudly.

Oh, for crying out loud.



TUESDAY

I awoke to hear insistent rapping against my door. How long they'd been banging outside I didn't know, but the noise wouldn't go away, even after I'd tried drowning it out with a pillow over my ears.

Bleary eyed, I finally staggered out of bed and peered through the peephole. I was rather hoping to see Nancy, or even maybe Rosalinda. But I was left with my disappointment. Damn lawyers...

I opened up to see one of the distinguished gentlemen I'd met yesterday at Mr. Kendall's law firm. 'Mr. Rubenstein' if I remembered the name correctly. He looked at me quizzically.

"I apologize for appearing at your door unannounced, Mr. Robins, but your mobile is not answering."

"Oh, yeah. I think I broke my phone last night."

"I see." He glanced up and down at my disheveled appearance. "Are you just waking up?"

"Yes."

"But it's already 10am."

"Well, I don't have a job anymore."

He chewed on that for a second. "Quite right. May we come in?"

"Yes, of course, of course." I stepped out of the doorway and as Rubenstein came in, I noticed the second person for the first time. I wasn't quite sure how I'd missed her in the first place, as she was a statuesque blonde and devastatingly attractive. She was also holding a very familiar stack of folders.

My guests removed their shoes politely (African tradition) and then the three of us sat down in my living room, me on the couch and the two of them in my only wing chairs. I looked back at the stack of folders, trying to remember why they looked so familiar.

"Ah," Rubenstein continued. "you left these in the car yesterday evening, an accident I'm sure." The blonde held the folders against her chest and smiled at me. I was still wondering who she was as I looked up at her pretty face and silvery blue eyes.

Rubenstein followed my gaze. "Oh yes, where are my manners. Allow me to introduce Miss Cooper. She will be your new personal assistant."

My eyes immediately flashed back to Rubenstein. "Excuse me?"




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