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gave none either. She sported a number of tattoos, loved the color black, and was amazingly pretty with her own set of full lips, high cheekbones, and long, black hair.
We were polar opposites, but that didn’t matter.
We were ‘ sistah’s from anotha mistah’ .
Her words, not mine.
“Who is it?” I blinked my eyes in an attempt to bring the room around me back into focus. Watching a surveillance camera did a number on a sleep deprived eyes.
“Fuck if I know.” She shrugged with one palm pointed toward the sky.
Did I happen to mention that fuck was Kelly’s favorite word?
“He said his name is Jason King, and that he needs to speak directly to you about his situation but that’s about all he would tell me. He’s determined to see you, and a bit of an arrogant ass, if I do say so myself.”
She pressed her black-framed glasses up her pert nose with the tip of her index finger and waited for my response.
I nodded and chewed my bottom lip. “The name sounds familiar but I can’t place it off the top of my head. Did you recognize him at all?”
“Nope. He looks like every other businessman in this town.”
She had a point. I’d lived in the city since conception and at times all the businessmen appeared carbon copied.
Suites, ties, shiny black shoes, and there was often either a shiny bald head framed by thinning white hair or a full head of over-gelled hair setting on their shoulders. Neither of which I found the least bit attractive.
“Do I have any other appointments today?”
“Nope. You’re all clear.” She answered.
“Alright, I’ll see him since I have a little bit of time, but I want you in here on this one. Flip the sign, lock the front doors, and then follow him in.”
Kelly gave me a two-fingered, which was much more polite than her one usual finger, salute and left the room.
I paused the surveillance disk and powered off my monitor, then leaned back in my oversized desk chair and frowned.
I’d already seen all I needed to see to know the politician was cheating. The last thing I needed was some busybody seeing his bare ass bent over the hood of a car before I told his wife.
“Jason King. Jason King. Jason King.” I repeated as I tapped my bottom lip with the tip of my pen and tried like crazy to figure out why that name sounded so familiar, but nothing came to me.
If I’d had time I would’ve done a quick google search, but the pushy asshat was already in the lobby.
Moments later, Kelly opened the door and the bottom dropped out of my happy little world.
“Barb?”
My legs shook as I stood and I stared into the eyes of the one man who’d always sent my brain flying out the window.
“Jason?”
We stared at each other, taking in the others appearance for what felt like a silent eternity. He was the same as I remembered, tall, with a broad chest, blue eyes, and perfectly blond hair. For a moment all those old feelings, the ones I’d shoved in a drawer in the darkest recesses of my mind, came rushing back and it took everything I had in me to squash them before they roared to life and consumed me again.
Five years had past. Jason and I were long over and done with.
“You’re Jason, you’re Barb, and I’m Kelly,” Kelly interrupted the moment with a grin spread across her face. “I thought you didn’t know him?”
“I did, a long time ago.” I reluctantly admitted. “But at the time his name was Jason Charles.”
He chose that moment to breakout the gorgeous boyish smile that could melt a woman’s panties in two seconds flat.
“I started using my mothers’ maiden name when I opened my business. Personal reasons,” he half explained. “And knew each other seems a bit mild. After all, we were engaged.”
“Engaged?” Kelly gaped.
“It’s a long story, and one I don’t care to repeat.” I hedged, and when I caught Kelly still grinning at me out of the corner of my eye, I decided that if I was that transparent I needed to get my shit together because there was no way in hell