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this
crowd.
It was the older
women who shot the nasty looks, but a few of the younger ones
contributed glares as well. Victoria, acted like the lady she was,
ignoring the silent daggers until one strikingly beautiful young
woman approached them - well, Dawson.
Turning away from an
older gentleman to acknowledge the tap on his arm, Dawson took a step
back when he realized who had interrupted him.
“How are you
Dawson? It’s been a while…” her voice dripped.
“I am
wonderful Naomi.”
The bold woman
reached out to fix a ruffle in Dawson’s color and he all but
jumped back to avoid her touch. Shocked, she spewed a direct insult
to Victoria.
“Is this what
you have come to? Walking around with a lady who doesn’t look
after your every need? Pssshh …I think you could have done
better.”
Dawson interjected
because he was well aware that Naomi had no idea who she was dealing
with. His tone was low and laced with warning, “I don’t
know what you are playing at but I think it's best that you go back
to whatever snake pit you slithered out of. Consider yourself
cautioned.”
Gently, he tugged on
Victoria’s hands leading her to the dining area. It seemed the
odds were conspiring against their happiness and as the holes bored
in his back from Naomi’s hateful gaze, he knew to expect more
trouble from her. It would be unfair not to explain to Victoria who
she was and though she accepted the explanation he could see she was
annoyed.
Inside, Victoria was
absolutely mystified as to why Dawson would invite her somewhere with
his untidy loose ends. It was clear that the woman wanted to have him
in her clutches and Victoria wasn’t into the fighting game.
Dawson Ledger was more of a complicated man than she thought.
Not letting the
incidents of the day mar her night was a magnificent feat, but one
Victoria accomplished with much effort. At least the food was good.
Standing just inside the foyer, waiting for the car to be brought
around, Victoria chatted with several people about business and art
while Dawson did the same. Maybe race didn’t matter, and they
were not all judging her. She could blend in.
The drive home was
pleasant, but it was obvious there were things to discuss. Once
inside the apartment, Dawson broke the ice. Victoria on the other
hand collapsed on the couch, spent from having to smile and pretend
with so many people.
Being a socialite
was tiring. Dawson found a seat on the coffee table so he could look
her directly in the eye. He started with a question that made her
suspicious.
“Do you trust
me Victoria?”
“I am not
certain Dawson… I really am not. It seems you are more layered
than even me and you love the limelight… I on the other hand…
not so much.”
“Well I am
asking you to,” Dawson said sincerely. “I want you to
know that even though we are very different, we have similar passions
and goals. We all want to be the very best at what we do and enjoy
the fruits of our labor. I want you to run the food and beverage
department of DMC Theater live because you have what it takes. I know
your business comes first and I will never ask you to compromise
that, but I think this move can help more than hurt.”
As Dawson clasped
her hands in his, he continued, “Naomi is an empty headed blond
with an agenda. Unfortunately she is too dumb to know what it is.”
They laughed at the
beautiful but silly woman’s expense and it was only then that
Victoria thawed. She had to be honest with Dawson and sooner rather
thanlater.
“The
possibility of a relationship with you scares me immensely. I notice
that you have a way with getting what you want and that’s a
challenge for me. I am not in the habit of doing what others want me
to do and this may be an issue with the way you run your ship. I like
to control my own destiny and the fact that you are a white man
trying to add a black girl to his collection concerns me. Jungle
fever attacks white men at different times in their lives. I
crowd.
It was the older
women who shot the nasty looks, but a few of the younger ones
contributed glares as well. Victoria, acted like the lady she was,
ignoring the silent daggers until one strikingly beautiful young
woman approached them - well, Dawson.
Turning away from an
older gentleman to acknowledge the tap on his arm, Dawson took a step
back when he realized who had interrupted him.
“How are you
Dawson? It’s been a while…” her voice dripped.
“I am
wonderful Naomi.”
The bold woman
reached out to fix a ruffle in Dawson’s color and he all but
jumped back to avoid her touch. Shocked, she spewed a direct insult
to Victoria.
“Is this what
you have come to? Walking around with a lady who doesn’t look
after your every need? Pssshh …I think you could have done
better.”
Dawson interjected
because he was well aware that Naomi had no idea who she was dealing
with. His tone was low and laced with warning, “I don’t
know what you are playing at but I think it's best that you go back
to whatever snake pit you slithered out of. Consider yourself
cautioned.”
Gently, he tugged on
Victoria’s hands leading her to the dining area. It seemed the
odds were conspiring against their happiness and as the holes bored
in his back from Naomi’s hateful gaze, he knew to expect more
trouble from her. It would be unfair not to explain to Victoria who
she was and though she accepted the explanation he could see she was
annoyed.
Inside, Victoria was
absolutely mystified as to why Dawson would invite her somewhere with
his untidy loose ends. It was clear that the woman wanted to have him
in her clutches and Victoria wasn’t into the fighting game.
Dawson Ledger was more of a complicated man than she thought.
Not letting the
incidents of the day mar her night was a magnificent feat, but one
Victoria accomplished with much effort. At least the food was good.
Standing just inside the foyer, waiting for the car to be brought
around, Victoria chatted with several people about business and art
while Dawson did the same. Maybe race didn’t matter, and they
were not all judging her. She could blend in.
The drive home was
pleasant, but it was obvious there were things to discuss. Once
inside the apartment, Dawson broke the ice. Victoria on the other
hand collapsed on the couch, spent from having to smile and pretend
with so many people.
Being a socialite
was tiring. Dawson found a seat on the coffee table so he could look
her directly in the eye. He started with a question that made her
suspicious.
“Do you trust
me Victoria?”
“I am not
certain Dawson… I really am not. It seems you are more layered
than even me and you love the limelight… I on the other hand…
not so much.”
“Well I am
asking you to,” Dawson said sincerely. “I want you to
know that even though we are very different, we have similar passions
and goals. We all want to be the very best at what we do and enjoy
the fruits of our labor. I want you to run the food and beverage
department of DMC Theater live because you have what it takes. I know
your business comes first and I will never ask you to compromise
that, but I think this move can help more than hurt.”
As Dawson clasped
her hands in his, he continued, “Naomi is an empty headed blond
with an agenda. Unfortunately she is too dumb to know what it is.”
They laughed at the
beautiful but silly woman’s expense and it was only then that
Victoria thawed. She had to be honest with Dawson and sooner rather
thanlater.
“The
possibility of a relationship with you scares me immensely. I notice
that you have a way with getting what you want and that’s a
challenge for me. I am not in the habit of doing what others want me
to do and this may be an issue with the way you run your ship. I like
to control my own destiny and the fact that you are a white man
trying to add a black girl to his collection concerns me. Jungle
fever attacks white men at different times in their lives. I
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