Guess he didn’t have anything
on Desmond.”
“ I was thinking the same
thing about Dimitrius,” Melanie said.
“ Wait…it gets better,”
Sherita said. “Even after all of that, we manage to squeeze out a
somewhat decent conversation. I asked him where he lived…he asked
me where I lived, and everything was going good until he got up
from the table and practically ran out of the front
door.”
“ What?” Melanie asked,
confused.
“ You heard me.”
“ He left while you two
were talking?”
“ Yep. He stood up, walked
to the foyer and grabbed his helmet. So I followed him
outside…asked him if it was something I said and all he said was,
he had to go. I asked him why and he sort of snapped.”
“ Snapped?” Emily and
Melanie said together.
“ Yeah. Snapped. He dropped
his helmet and then he—” Sherita paused. She didn’t want to tell
them about the kiss, but since it would never happen again, what
was the big deal about keeping it a secret? “He kissed
me.”
“ He kissed you!” Emily and
Melanie blurted out.
Sherita chuckled. “Okay,
doublemint twins…y’all need to stop doing that.”
“ Desmond kissed you,
Sherita?” Emily asked.
“ Yes. Then he told me he
could never see me again, jumped on his motorcycle and sped off
like a crazed psychopath fleeing a crime scene.”
Melanie laughed while Emily
shook her head.
“ Something is seriously
wrong with him,” Sherita said, giggling a little herself. “And I
don’t want to hear anything else from you or you about Desmond
because, like he admitted, he’s not like Dante and Dimitrius. He
likes his carefree lifestyle, and a woman can’t stand in the way of
him and his success.” Sherita took a sip of mango daiquiri. “Now,
how was the concert?”
“ Girl,” Melanie said, “We
had a great time. I didn’t realize how much I needed a break. I
mean, I love my baby, but now I see how important it is for parents
to get away every now and then.”
“ I second that,” Emily
said.
“ Well, anytime you need a
break, just call me,” Sherita said. “And let me just state, for the
record, that I can watch them alone . I don’t need any help. None.
What-so-ever!”
The women laughed
together.
“ Okay, Sherita,” Emily
said. “We’ll keep that in mind.”
CHAPTER 8
After finding his luggage,
Desmond waved down a taxi then went straight to his hotel. He’d be
meeting with Bell-Butler Group, the parent company of over
five-thousand temporary staffing agencies in North America. His
plan was to pitch the new eRoll service The Champion Corporation
had to offer since Bell-Butler had been among other companies on
his watch list that couldn’t make the product rollout in Las Vegas.
Landing this contract meant big business for TCC. If Bell-Butler
Group signed a contract, surely more staffing agencies would follow
suit. That was his plan – catch the big fish and the little fish
would follow.
Once he arrived at his
hotel, he left his suitcase by the door, took out his cell phone
and dialed Dante. He walked over to the windows of his sixth floor
room and stared down into the busy street, watching crowds of
people flood the sidewalks. A sea of yellow taxi cabs blanketed the
streets.
“ Hey, Des. Are you there
yet?” Dante asked.
“ Just arrived at the
hotel. I have about a thirty minutes to burn before they’re
expecting me,” he said then bit into a jelly donut he’d grabbed
from the lobby.
“ I was a little surprised
to hear you changed your mind about traveling. You knew Kurt could
handle the pitch, right?”
“ Of course. I don’t doubt
his abilities. I just needed to go. You know me…I don’t like
staying in the same place for too long.”
“ Speaking of staying at
the same place, how was it hanging out with Sherita Friday
night?”
Desmond frowned. He came
here to forget her and now Dante was bringing her up. “It was
fine.”
“ It was?”
Desmond could sense Dante’s
frown even though he
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