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held it above her head. It blew in the breezy February wind and she heard Juan’s excitement about it.
“Don’t stop, this is great,” he encouraged her excitedly.
She placed the scarf on her head and wrapped it around her neck while placing her hands on her hips and pouting her sexy red lips at him.
“Oh my gawd, this is fantastic, Karisma. Gorgeous! I’m feeling your sexy love.”
While Karisma gave seductive, alluring looks to the camera her mind thought about Paolo and every detail of the fine man that he was. She felt warm inside when she thought of him and she could still feel his kiss from the day before. She licked her lips at the memory.
“Yeah, girl, show me what you’re working with!” Juan yelled enthusiastically.
A long six hours later, they were done. Clicking his teeth, Juan said, “That’s it, Karisma.”
“Finally,” she said, but she smiled at Juan, the feisty photographer with a flair for bringing out the best in all his subjects. Then Karisma looked over to her assistant, Sierra Kennedy, who was standing off to the side, holding an iPad in one hand, an iPhone in the other. She was multitasking with mastery, making Karisma realize how much she appreciated her even more. Without a reliable assistant like that, it wasn’t easy to stay on track and organized with any given day.
Sierra had been working as an intern when she was referred to Karisma to replace Karla, who had moved to the boardroom. Impressed with the intelligence and work ethic of the twenty-nine year old, Karisma took her on. Sporting a short, naturally curly brown afro, and standing just a few inches over five feet, Karisma affectionately called her friend, “Fluffy Stuff.” It was a fitting nickname, one that Sierra didn’t mind. Really, why would she? She was the personal assistant to the Karisma Montgomery. Sierra looked up from her phone as Karisma approached, pushing her dark sunglasses up on her honey colored face.
“So are we done here?” she asked as Karisma reached to take her purse from her.
Karisma nodded. Sierra could see the fatigue on her face.
“Yes, and I am sooo tired. I need a shower and a nap,” she said.
“How do the pictures look?” Sierra asked, tapping out a message to Wolfe that they were finished and for him to come retrieve Karisma’s bag.
“Juan always does a great job, but as you know, he never lets me look right away,” Karisma said.
“He’s one finicky wild man,” Sierra said, making Karisma giggle.
“True dat.”
A few seconds later, Wolfe appeared, swinging both arms and bending to pick up the small Coach duffle bag lying on the ground.
Looking at Karisma, he asked, “You ready, boss lady?”
“Yep, all done. Let’s go,” she said. They walked out to the Bentley and Wolfe opened the door for Karisma and she got inside, followed by Sierra. Once inside, she asked for the messages. She glanced at them and nodded. “Ap-nay ime-tay,” Kari said. It meant nap time in pig Latin, the officially preferred dialogue between the two—just for fun, and to drive people crazy on occasion.
“Okay-way,” Sierra said back in the same secret language. Kari put her feet in Sierra’s lap and closed her eyes.
***
Karisma woke up to Sierra shaking her foot. “We’re home, Kari.”
“Wow, I was really knocked out,” she replied, wiping her hand down her face.
Sierra began gathering some of her things, as Wolfe helped them both from the car. Kari looked up at her home with the same appreciation she had when she designed it. It was a Tuscan inspired home, showing simple eloquence and great beauty in all the little features. It had been the type of home that Kari had always dreamed of as a child.
“I won’t need you this evening, Wolfe,” Karisma declared. “I’m going out.”
“No? Okay,” he said cautiously. He knew better than to ask
“Don’t stop, this is great,” he encouraged her excitedly.
She placed the scarf on her head and wrapped it around her neck while placing her hands on her hips and pouting her sexy red lips at him.
“Oh my gawd, this is fantastic, Karisma. Gorgeous! I’m feeling your sexy love.”
While Karisma gave seductive, alluring looks to the camera her mind thought about Paolo and every detail of the fine man that he was. She felt warm inside when she thought of him and she could still feel his kiss from the day before. She licked her lips at the memory.
“Yeah, girl, show me what you’re working with!” Juan yelled enthusiastically.
A long six hours later, they were done. Clicking his teeth, Juan said, “That’s it, Karisma.”
“Finally,” she said, but she smiled at Juan, the feisty photographer with a flair for bringing out the best in all his subjects. Then Karisma looked over to her assistant, Sierra Kennedy, who was standing off to the side, holding an iPad in one hand, an iPhone in the other. She was multitasking with mastery, making Karisma realize how much she appreciated her even more. Without a reliable assistant like that, it wasn’t easy to stay on track and organized with any given day.
Sierra had been working as an intern when she was referred to Karisma to replace Karla, who had moved to the boardroom. Impressed with the intelligence and work ethic of the twenty-nine year old, Karisma took her on. Sporting a short, naturally curly brown afro, and standing just a few inches over five feet, Karisma affectionately called her friend, “Fluffy Stuff.” It was a fitting nickname, one that Sierra didn’t mind. Really, why would she? She was the personal assistant to the Karisma Montgomery. Sierra looked up from her phone as Karisma approached, pushing her dark sunglasses up on her honey colored face.
“So are we done here?” she asked as Karisma reached to take her purse from her.
Karisma nodded. Sierra could see the fatigue on her face.
“Yes, and I am sooo tired. I need a shower and a nap,” she said.
“How do the pictures look?” Sierra asked, tapping out a message to Wolfe that they were finished and for him to come retrieve Karisma’s bag.
“Juan always does a great job, but as you know, he never lets me look right away,” Karisma said.
“He’s one finicky wild man,” Sierra said, making Karisma giggle.
“True dat.”
A few seconds later, Wolfe appeared, swinging both arms and bending to pick up the small Coach duffle bag lying on the ground.
Looking at Karisma, he asked, “You ready, boss lady?”
“Yep, all done. Let’s go,” she said. They walked out to the Bentley and Wolfe opened the door for Karisma and she got inside, followed by Sierra. Once inside, she asked for the messages. She glanced at them and nodded. “Ap-nay ime-tay,” Kari said. It meant nap time in pig Latin, the officially preferred dialogue between the two—just for fun, and to drive people crazy on occasion.
“Okay-way,” Sierra said back in the same secret language. Kari put her feet in Sierra’s lap and closed her eyes.
***
Karisma woke up to Sierra shaking her foot. “We’re home, Kari.”
“Wow, I was really knocked out,” she replied, wiping her hand down her face.
Sierra began gathering some of her things, as Wolfe helped them both from the car. Kari looked up at her home with the same appreciation she had when she designed it. It was a Tuscan inspired home, showing simple eloquence and great beauty in all the little features. It had been the type of home that Kari had always dreamed of as a child.
“I won’t need you this evening, Wolfe,” Karisma declared. “I’m going out.”
“No? Okay,” he said cautiously. He knew better than to ask
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