Ives.
“Laurent, honey, Mark and I
have history, and he’s a close friend. Nothing more.”
“Samantha, Cheri , you
know that when you call me ‘honey’ it’s one of your tells, right?” he smirked
at her. Sam rolled her eyes and sighed as she smiled. By now, she was used to
his accent, but there were still some words that sounded so damn cute when he
said them. Honey was one of them, with a long ‘o’, for whatever reason, it made
her giggle whenever he said it.
Sam deadpanned, “I’ve been told
before that professional poker player is not in my future.” Laurent couldn’t
help but laugh, even if he didn’t like the topic of conversation.
“All I know, Samantha, is when
you pull out the ‘honey’ it’s for something you know you’re going to have to
convince me of. And, Cheri , using ‘honey’ only makes me more
suspicious.” He winked as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the tip of her
nose.
“Anyway, honey ,” Sam
emphasized and stuck her tongue out, “Mark and I are having dinner tomorrow
night. We’re both up for the TimeCap network rebrand, and I wanted to make sure
there’s no hard feelings, whoever wins.”
“Pure intentions doesn’t make
me like it any more.” He said as he raised an eyebrow, and continued, “but I
respect that regardless of who wins, it’s a classy move, on both of your
parts.” Sam picked up his arm and started massaging it. “What, what are you
doing?” he asked.
“Well, I know that must have
pained you to admit that there’s merit to our dinner, so I was just looking to see
if your arm was somehow twisted.” She winked.
“You know, Cheri , that,
the dinner, they’re all just going on the punishment list.”
Sam smiled, “That’s what I’m hoping
for. Come on, let’s go see if we can’t make a dent into that list.” She said
playfully as she grabbed Laurent’s hand and led him to her bedroom. He laughed
as he swung her around, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder so that
her head was at his ass and her ass was on his shoulder, which he swiftly
swatted now that it was right there.
“I think someone’s getting far
to brave for their own good.” He laughed and threw her down on the bed, closed
the door and indeed started to make a dent into their list.
CHAPTER 8
Sam had reached out to Mark,
inviting him to dinner. She knew that, based on the last time they had dinner
together, if she didn’t make the overture, it would probably be a long time
before they saw each other again. And, despite how that evening had ended, Mark
wasn’t a friend that Sam wanted to lose. She got over feeling guilty and wanted
to make sure that their friendship was still in tact, especially given that
they were both up for the TimeCap rebrand. Whoever won, it would be a big coup,
and by meeting before the decision, they’d be on an equal playing field. If they
waited until after the account was awarded, there would be one winner and one
loser at the table.
When Sam walked into the restaurant,
she saw Mark at the bar already. She stood and looked for a moment thinking how
good looking he was. The last time she and Mark got together was in the
beginning of her relationship with Laurent, when everything was exciting and
crazy and turbulent and unknown. And the last time she had seen Mark was at the
awards show, when she was lower than low. Now that she and Laurent had been
together for almost a year, which Sam still couldn’t believe, she wanted to see
if any of her old feelings for Mark bubbled up to the surface. She waited to
feel something as she walked over. No butterflies. No increase in heart beat.
No question. It wasn’t that she questioned her feelings for Laurent, it was
just that seeing Mark there, remembering back to all the years she had hoped
for something to happen, Sam needed to make sure she wasn’t choosing the
exciting guy over the safe guy. Thankfully, it wasn’t a choice.
One thing that Sam had become
“Laurent, honey, Mark and I
have history, and he’s a close friend. Nothing more.”
“Samantha, Cheri , you
know that when you call me ‘honey’ it’s one of your tells, right?” he smirked
at her. Sam rolled her eyes and sighed as she smiled. By now, she was used to
his accent, but there were still some words that sounded so damn cute when he
said them. Honey was one of them, with a long ‘o’, for whatever reason, it made
her giggle whenever he said it.
Sam deadpanned, “I’ve been told
before that professional poker player is not in my future.” Laurent couldn’t
help but laugh, even if he didn’t like the topic of conversation.
“All I know, Samantha, is when
you pull out the ‘honey’ it’s for something you know you’re going to have to
convince me of. And, Cheri , using ‘honey’ only makes me more
suspicious.” He winked as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the tip of her
nose.
“Anyway, honey ,” Sam
emphasized and stuck her tongue out, “Mark and I are having dinner tomorrow
night. We’re both up for the TimeCap network rebrand, and I wanted to make sure
there’s no hard feelings, whoever wins.”
“Pure intentions doesn’t make
me like it any more.” He said as he raised an eyebrow, and continued, “but I
respect that regardless of who wins, it’s a classy move, on both of your
parts.” Sam picked up his arm and started massaging it. “What, what are you
doing?” he asked.
“Well, I know that must have
pained you to admit that there’s merit to our dinner, so I was just looking to see
if your arm was somehow twisted.” She winked.
“You know, Cheri , that,
the dinner, they’re all just going on the punishment list.”
Sam smiled, “That’s what I’m hoping
for. Come on, let’s go see if we can’t make a dent into that list.” She said
playfully as she grabbed Laurent’s hand and led him to her bedroom. He laughed
as he swung her around, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder so that
her head was at his ass and her ass was on his shoulder, which he swiftly
swatted now that it was right there.
“I think someone’s getting far
to brave for their own good.” He laughed and threw her down on the bed, closed
the door and indeed started to make a dent into their list.
CHAPTER 8
Sam had reached out to Mark,
inviting him to dinner. She knew that, based on the last time they had dinner
together, if she didn’t make the overture, it would probably be a long time
before they saw each other again. And, despite how that evening had ended, Mark
wasn’t a friend that Sam wanted to lose. She got over feeling guilty and wanted
to make sure that their friendship was still in tact, especially given that
they were both up for the TimeCap rebrand. Whoever won, it would be a big coup,
and by meeting before the decision, they’d be on an equal playing field. If they
waited until after the account was awarded, there would be one winner and one
loser at the table.
When Sam walked into the restaurant,
she saw Mark at the bar already. She stood and looked for a moment thinking how
good looking he was. The last time she and Mark got together was in the
beginning of her relationship with Laurent, when everything was exciting and
crazy and turbulent and unknown. And the last time she had seen Mark was at the
awards show, when she was lower than low. Now that she and Laurent had been
together for almost a year, which Sam still couldn’t believe, she wanted to see
if any of her old feelings for Mark bubbled up to the surface. She waited to
feel something as she walked over. No butterflies. No increase in heart beat.
No question. It wasn’t that she questioned her feelings for Laurent, it was
just that seeing Mark there, remembering back to all the years she had hoped
for something to happen, Sam needed to make sure she wasn’t choosing the
exciting guy over the safe guy. Thankfully, it wasn’t a choice.
One thing that Sam had become
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