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Gold.”
    “Oh, wow, I didn’t know Derrick had an eye like that.” I remarked, taking another bite of the pancakes in front of me. “So, were you and D an item? You seem to have a real feel for him.”
    “Yeah, we kicked it for a minute, but that was when we were young and enjoying life,” Toni said, a smirk across her face. “He’s one of the good ones, Cori, but he’s been burned… badly. Don’t tell him I told you, though. In time, he’ll probably tell you everything you need to know.”
    I was trying to keep my affections for Derrick from showing too much, but Toni could see right through me. Yeah, I still thought that Derrick was a player. A man that fine usually is. But I was willing to give the benefit of the doubt.
    For now.

 
    ~Derrick~
    “ Okay, D, who is she, and what did she do to get you out of your funk?”
    I was in the midst of an outdoor photo shoot at the home of Terry Blanchard, one half of the producer duo of Blanchard and Barnett. It was an album cover shoot and promotional stuff with one of their newest male singers, I forgot his name because, quite frankly, I don’t keep up with the dudes all that much, that’s not my flow.
    Anyway, they wanted to do the photo shoot with some of the models that I usually work with and some new girls that the singer has a vibe with. I was fine with that; it didn’t matter to me. I was in a flow this morning, coming up with some outside the box type of stuff to match with what the cover concept was discussed with the artist.
    From the glances that I kept getting from the models that I was shooting, and the question that one of them asked me while I was reloading cartridges in my digital camera, it was safe to say I was not all that pleasant to deal with when that shit went down with Stacy.
    That’s the last time that I let a female fuck with my flow.
    The new girls were trying to flirt with me through the camera lens, giving me all the pouts and kisses that I wanted to make things even hotter for the artist that they were draped all over. I guess dude didn’t realize that they were only doing the job that they were paid for. He found that out the hard way when one of my regulars, Lita, had to take him down a notch or two when he thought that she was giving up the rhythm during a couple’s segment of the shoot for the inside of the cover.
    When will these male artists learn that the women that are in the industry have seen them all and, in a few cases, have done them all? Save that shit for the regular women and girls that are ready and willing to fuck you just for breathing in their direction.
    Anyway, Alexis, the one who asked about Cori indirectly, tried to corner me once the shoot was over so she could get a more in-depth answer from me.
    She had to be a glutton for punishment or she didn’t care, because my mind wasn’t on her at that moment. I was back in my business mode, the one where I can stay professional and not let wayward pussy fuck up my money.
    Especially when I’m on loan from RP to do what I normally do for them.
    “Come on, D, you can tell me who she is,” Alexis started in on me, still wearing the bikini ensemble that all the girls wore for the final shots. “I wanna know who it was that helped you get your swagger back.”
    I winked at her, staring at the curves that I’d managed to run my hands over years ago before I got into my last relationship. The memories came flooding back to a particular shoot in Barbados, where she damn near turned me out with another model that wanted to have me, too.
    My body betrayed me, and Alexis could feel it.
    “My swagger has always been there, Lexi,” I tried to shake off what my body wanted, and I was losing that fight with each passing second that she was so close to me. “I know I’ve been off my game a little bit, but I had some stuff to go through, and now I’m out of it and I can get back to what I do best.”
    “I remember what you did best, D,” Alexis slid closer to me,