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into. You know, something sexy.”
“Oh, okay,” Addison said, and smiled. “No problem.”
***
“You’re going to be a what?” Addison’s friend Tia regarded her over the glass of wine she was drinking, her eyebrows raised and her tone incredulous. “A sex columnist?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Addison said. She sighed and leaned back on her futon. It was later that night, and the girls were in Addison’s apartment, winding down with a glass of wine. “You don’t think I can do it?”
“Well,” Tia said, “let’s face it. Carrie Bradshaw you’re not.” Tia never pulled any punches, which was one of the things Addison loved most about her. The two worked together at Intuition, and it had been Tia who had told Addison about the small studio apartment that was for rent in her building. Tia was refreshingly different from Addison’s friends in the South. In the South, girls went out of their way to be polite and never say anything wrong. Tia didn’t give a shit about being polite. Or about much of anything, for that matter.
“I don’t want to be Carrie Bradshaw,” Addison said. “I just need to make sure I do a good job.”
“Well, you’re going to have to start with your wardrobe,” Tia said. “You know, if you want them to take you seriously.”
“What’s wrong with my wardrobe?” Addison looked down at her simple black pants and short-sleeved black sweater. It was professional, sensible, and stylish.
“Nothing, if you’re a tech geek.” Tia reached over and poured some more wine into her glass. “But a lot if you’re a sex columnist.”
“But no one’s going to see me,” Addison said. “And Nathan even said that– ”
“Oooh,” Tia said, cutting her off. “Nattthhhaan. You call him Nathan?”
“He told me to!”
“He’s so hot,” Tia said, rolling over on Addison’s futon and almost spilling her wine in the process. “Those shoulders, mmmm.”
“Did you have a meeting with him, too?”
“No.” Tia shook her head. “But I’ve seen pictures of him.”
“Really? Where?”
“All over the place. The dude is famous.”
“He is?”
Tia sat up, her long dark hair pooling around her shoulders. “Yeah. You’ve heard of the Sweet family, haven’t you? Nathan’s dad, Arthur Sweet? He’s like a media legend. He owns almost every magazine and TV station in New York.”
“Nathan is one of those Sweets?” Addison closed her eyes. Great. As if she wasn’t feeling enough pressure.
She felt herself blushing as she thought of his huge hands, his amazing blue eyes, and the rush of heat that had pounded through her body when he told her he thought she could write about sex.
“Anyway,” Addison said, shaking her head and trying to clear her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter who his family is or how hot he looks. What matters is that I do a good job. I’m supposed to write a column for him and bring it in tomorrow.”
“You’re right.” Tia set her glass down on the table and looked at her. “What’s important is keeping your job. And I’m telling you, in order to do that, you have to look the part. Come on.”
Forty-five minutes later, the girls stood in Tia’s apartment, a mess of skirts, shirts, belts, shoes, and accessories strewn about her tiny bedroom.
“There’s no way I can wear any of this stuff,” Addison said. Tia had her own style, a style that was going to look ridiculous on Addison. Not to mention Tia had curves for miles. Addison was slimmer than Tia, but her body was more straight up and down.
“Yes, you can,” Tia said. She was over in the corner, packing stuff into a suitcase for Addison to take down to her apartment.
“I can’t believe this is my life,” Addison moaned as she dropped onto the bed. “I don’t know how to write about sex.”
“Just make it up,” Tia told her. “Start with something easy. Like how to undress for a guy.”
“I can’t write about that!”
“Why not? Just go home, have
“Oh, okay,” Addison said, and smiled. “No problem.”
***
“You’re going to be a what?” Addison’s friend Tia regarded her over the glass of wine she was drinking, her eyebrows raised and her tone incredulous. “A sex columnist?”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Addison said. She sighed and leaned back on her futon. It was later that night, and the girls were in Addison’s apartment, winding down with a glass of wine. “You don’t think I can do it?”
“Well,” Tia said, “let’s face it. Carrie Bradshaw you’re not.” Tia never pulled any punches, which was one of the things Addison loved most about her. The two worked together at Intuition, and it had been Tia who had told Addison about the small studio apartment that was for rent in her building. Tia was refreshingly different from Addison’s friends in the South. In the South, girls went out of their way to be polite and never say anything wrong. Tia didn’t give a shit about being polite. Or about much of anything, for that matter.
“I don’t want to be Carrie Bradshaw,” Addison said. “I just need to make sure I do a good job.”
“Well, you’re going to have to start with your wardrobe,” Tia said. “You know, if you want them to take you seriously.”
“What’s wrong with my wardrobe?” Addison looked down at her simple black pants and short-sleeved black sweater. It was professional, sensible, and stylish.
“Nothing, if you’re a tech geek.” Tia reached over and poured some more wine into her glass. “But a lot if you’re a sex columnist.”
“But no one’s going to see me,” Addison said. “And Nathan even said that– ”
“Oooh,” Tia said, cutting her off. “Nattthhhaan. You call him Nathan?”
“He told me to!”
“He’s so hot,” Tia said, rolling over on Addison’s futon and almost spilling her wine in the process. “Those shoulders, mmmm.”
“Did you have a meeting with him, too?”
“No.” Tia shook her head. “But I’ve seen pictures of him.”
“Really? Where?”
“All over the place. The dude is famous.”
“He is?”
Tia sat up, her long dark hair pooling around her shoulders. “Yeah. You’ve heard of the Sweet family, haven’t you? Nathan’s dad, Arthur Sweet? He’s like a media legend. He owns almost every magazine and TV station in New York.”
“Nathan is one of those Sweets?” Addison closed her eyes. Great. As if she wasn’t feeling enough pressure.
She felt herself blushing as she thought of his huge hands, his amazing blue eyes, and the rush of heat that had pounded through her body when he told her he thought she could write about sex.
“Anyway,” Addison said, shaking her head and trying to clear her thoughts. “It doesn’t matter who his family is or how hot he looks. What matters is that I do a good job. I’m supposed to write a column for him and bring it in tomorrow.”
“You’re right.” Tia set her glass down on the table and looked at her. “What’s important is keeping your job. And I’m telling you, in order to do that, you have to look the part. Come on.”
Forty-five minutes later, the girls stood in Tia’s apartment, a mess of skirts, shirts, belts, shoes, and accessories strewn about her tiny bedroom.
“There’s no way I can wear any of this stuff,” Addison said. Tia had her own style, a style that was going to look ridiculous on Addison. Not to mention Tia had curves for miles. Addison was slimmer than Tia, but her body was more straight up and down.
“Yes, you can,” Tia said. She was over in the corner, packing stuff into a suitcase for Addison to take down to her apartment.
“I can’t believe this is my life,” Addison moaned as she dropped onto the bed. “I don’t know how to write about sex.”
“Just make it up,” Tia told her. “Start with something easy. Like how to undress for a guy.”
“I can’t write about that!”
“Why not? Just go home, have
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