Sample Sunday – Professional Clothes

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Mimi Mutoni
Mimi Mutoni
3 months ago

Ahhh I’m reeeadddyyyy! Never disappoint Mrs Jones

Marquisa Turnwd
Marquisa Turnwd
3 months ago

Yes so excited

Porscha Sims
Porscha Sims
3 months ago

Oh my!! The heat that is developing, I can’t wait to get the full book.

Shasta
Shasta
3 months ago

I’m ready for this! How about fall adjacent, like now? 🙂

Kim
Kim
3 months ago

Hey now, send like it’s going to be juicy!

Tina Jackson
Tina Jackson
3 months ago

Yes. Yes. Loving this sample. Looking forward to the full story

Jackie
Jackie
3 months ago

Love Looking forward to reading this!

Tina
Tina
3 months ago

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Jamise
Jamise
3 months ago

Can’t wait to dive into this!

Ayanna
Ayanna
3 months ago

Whewwww… in my cat voice, “Rrrrrrrrr”

Nicole Boyd
Nicole Boyd
3 months ago

Oh wow. Yes I’m so ready for this one

Monique
Monique
3 months ago

I’m in love with Pierre already! Whew!!!!

Arneasha
Arneasha
3 months ago

I can’t wait to read the full story!

Kayla
Kayla
3 months ago

Can’t wait!!!

Mrs.Coker
Mrs.Coker
3 months ago
Reply to  Kayla

Ummmm… why is this all we get ?

Melvonne Jones
Melvonne Jones
3 months ago

I’m Here For It!

Smiley_Tae
Smiley_Tae
3 months ago

Oh ok, you came to hook us clean into it. We’ll be waiting.

Kierra
Kierra
3 months ago

I will be waiting for the rest!

Shelly
Shelly
3 months ago

I am hooked already! Can’t wait

Ethel Wilbourn
Ethel Wilbourn
3 months ago

Can’t wait to read this…

Sonya
Sonya
3 months ago

I’m sooo ready to read this!

“What if I don’t have any stress?”

“Then I would say you’re probably ignoring or neglecting a large amount of the responsibilities that come along with being a productive adult,” I answered, honestly. From the way his expression shifted though, I got the clear impression he didn’t like my answer very much.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter, Logan,” he told me, in a low, aggressive tone I’d never heard from him before. “I don’t know – or care, frankly – what Nubia told you, but this ain’t me – aiight? I’m not interested in this shit.”

Instead of feeding into his sudden swing in energy, I smiled, trying to remain upbeat. “You don’t have to be interested in my services for them to be valuable to you,” I explained. “Often, when I’m referred to people, they don’t really understand what it is I do – until they see it in action. Give me a week to work with you, to help you set the foundation for your series. If you still don’t see the benefit, we can discuss a dissolution of contract with Nubia. Fair?”

Usually, that little speech – the personalized variations of it – was enough to get a reticent client off the fence. And they always saw the value after the week.

Typically, it didn’t even take a full day.

Pierre though… seemed confusingly unmoved, just giving me a blank ass look until again, he leaned across the table.

“Listen to me, shorty… the only thing I want from you, is for you to let me strip you out of your little preppy professional clothes, and stroke all of this bullshit off either of our minds. If you can agree to that… we’re golden.”

I blinked several times, lips pressed together to keep myself from speaking until I was sure I could do so without cursing him out.

Well… certainty would take too long.

I had to settle for maybe not telling him to kiss my ass.

“I’ll meet you at the studio tomorrow,” I told him, gathering my bag, glad that this had all happened so quickly our server had never made it back to take our order. “Every showrunner at WAWG gets at least a temporary office space, so I’ll consult with Nubia about yours. Enjoy your lunch,” I told him, standing to walk away from the table, and ignoring the sound of my name coming off his lips as I blinked back sudden, frustrated tears.

My feelings weren’t hurt.

Not at all.

More than anything, I was baffled that he’d swung so drastically into… whatever the fuck that was.

It was inconsequential though.

The facts were that I’d signed a contract, and had every intention of fulfilling it. If he wanted to be an asshole – for no good reason – he wouldn’t be the first or the last, and he wouldn’t be a failure on my resume.

When it came to this career I was carving out?

I’d never lost.

And I wasn’t about to start with him.