rested on the tip of his nose while he typed using only his pointer fingers.
“Good morning,” Song said.
Mattice looked up and stared at Song for a second, placed his glasses on the desk and a big grin spread across his face. “Looks like you had a hell of a night.”
Song slumped down in the desk chair across from Mattice. He made sure no one was nearby. “I have a problem; today when I was leaving Brooklyn’s apartment, I ran into Hunter. I think she may have followed me there.”
Mattice let out a whistle and pulled his chair closer to the desk. “I knew it!” he said, excitedly, “You spent the night with Brooklyn.”
“Mattice, I can use some help here; what should I do about Hunter?”
“Why is she going all Alex Forrest on you?”
Song looked confused and said, “Who the hell is Alex Forrest?”
Mattice had a “duh” expression on his face. “Fatal Attraction…Boiling the bunny?”
Song stared at Mattice. What?”
Mattice waved his hand. “Never mind; it sounds like she was following you. Maybe you should consider a restraining order or talk to the station manager.” Mattice slapped Song on the shoulder. “Now tell me about last night.”
Song rolled his eyes. “I’m a gentlemen and a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
Mattice laughed and handed Song a stack of folders. “Here you go lover boy; I saved these for you. I’m checking out names from both fundraisers. Grab a cup of coffee and get to work.”
“Sure thing,” Song replied.
Chapter 33
Brooklyn was walking down the hall carrying a box filled with supplies for arts and crafts when Harold called to her.
Shit, she thought, I’m already behind schedule. She turned and smiled. “Good morning, Harold.”
“Hello, I can take that for you, if you like,” he said, reaching for the box.
“Thanks, but it isn’t heavy. What’s up?”
He looked down at the floor. “Umm, I was wondering if…If you’re not busy tonight…” Harold paused for a moment. It was as if he finally mustered up enough courage to make eye contact with her. His eyes left hers and fixated on her neck. He took a downward turn like he suddenly lost his confidence. Harold’s shoulders slouched and he looked extremely disappointed.
“Harold, are you okay?” Brooklyn asked.
“Yes, I’m...I’m fine,” he said, stammering, “I have to go.”
Brooklyn watched him walk away and wondered if he was okay. She continued down the hall when she ran into Lonette.
“Hey Girl, tell me all about your date last night,” Lonette eagerly said.
“I wish I could, but I have to set up for class.”
Lonette grabbed the box from Brooklyn and followed her into the classroom.
“I’ll give you a hand,” Lonette said, trying to buy more time.
“Just make sure each desk has a box of crayons and a paint set,” Brooklyn said.
“Fine, so how did it go, with Song?”
“We had dinner and-“
“And what; come on fess up.”
“He stayed the night... And no I’m not giving you details,” Brooklyn quickly said.
Lonette began to laugh. “You don’t have to give details; the evidence is all over the side of your neck.”
“What!? Tell me I don’t have…” Brooklyn grabbed her compact out of her pocketbook and looked in the mirror; she was mortified to see the right side of her neck covered with hickeys.
”Shit, no wonder Harold behaved so strangely. I was running late today and didn’t notice when I looked in the mirror.”
Lonette took her scarf from around her waist and handed it to Brooklyn. “It doesn’t match your outfit, but it will cover your neck.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Girl, you can thank me by giving me the dirty details. Come on, I tell you everything.”
“Brooklyn laughed. “I know you tell me …Everything, but I never have to ask.”
Lonette pushed her on the shoulder and the first morning bell began to ring.
“Yes,” Brooklyn said, holding her fists up in victory, “Saved by the bell.”
Lonette playfully
“Good morning,” Song said.
Mattice looked up and stared at Song for a second, placed his glasses on the desk and a big grin spread across his face. “Looks like you had a hell of a night.”
Song slumped down in the desk chair across from Mattice. He made sure no one was nearby. “I have a problem; today when I was leaving Brooklyn’s apartment, I ran into Hunter. I think she may have followed me there.”
Mattice let out a whistle and pulled his chair closer to the desk. “I knew it!” he said, excitedly, “You spent the night with Brooklyn.”
“Mattice, I can use some help here; what should I do about Hunter?”
“Why is she going all Alex Forrest on you?”
Song looked confused and said, “Who the hell is Alex Forrest?”
Mattice had a “duh” expression on his face. “Fatal Attraction…Boiling the bunny?”
Song stared at Mattice. What?”
Mattice waved his hand. “Never mind; it sounds like she was following you. Maybe you should consider a restraining order or talk to the station manager.” Mattice slapped Song on the shoulder. “Now tell me about last night.”
Song rolled his eyes. “I’m a gentlemen and a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
Mattice laughed and handed Song a stack of folders. “Here you go lover boy; I saved these for you. I’m checking out names from both fundraisers. Grab a cup of coffee and get to work.”
“Sure thing,” Song replied.
Chapter 33
Brooklyn was walking down the hall carrying a box filled with supplies for arts and crafts when Harold called to her.
Shit, she thought, I’m already behind schedule. She turned and smiled. “Good morning, Harold.”
“Hello, I can take that for you, if you like,” he said, reaching for the box.
“Thanks, but it isn’t heavy. What’s up?”
He looked down at the floor. “Umm, I was wondering if…If you’re not busy tonight…” Harold paused for a moment. It was as if he finally mustered up enough courage to make eye contact with her. His eyes left hers and fixated on her neck. He took a downward turn like he suddenly lost his confidence. Harold’s shoulders slouched and he looked extremely disappointed.
“Harold, are you okay?” Brooklyn asked.
“Yes, I’m...I’m fine,” he said, stammering, “I have to go.”
Brooklyn watched him walk away and wondered if he was okay. She continued down the hall when she ran into Lonette.
“Hey Girl, tell me all about your date last night,” Lonette eagerly said.
“I wish I could, but I have to set up for class.”
Lonette grabbed the box from Brooklyn and followed her into the classroom.
“I’ll give you a hand,” Lonette said, trying to buy more time.
“Just make sure each desk has a box of crayons and a paint set,” Brooklyn said.
“Fine, so how did it go, with Song?”
“We had dinner and-“
“And what; come on fess up.”
“He stayed the night... And no I’m not giving you details,” Brooklyn quickly said.
Lonette began to laugh. “You don’t have to give details; the evidence is all over the side of your neck.”
“What!? Tell me I don’t have…” Brooklyn grabbed her compact out of her pocketbook and looked in the mirror; she was mortified to see the right side of her neck covered with hickeys.
”Shit, no wonder Harold behaved so strangely. I was running late today and didn’t notice when I looked in the mirror.”
Lonette took her scarf from around her waist and handed it to Brooklyn. “It doesn’t match your outfit, but it will cover your neck.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Girl, you can thank me by giving me the dirty details. Come on, I tell you everything.”
“Brooklyn laughed. “I know you tell me …Everything, but I never have to ask.”
Lonette pushed her on the shoulder and the first morning bell began to ring.
“Yes,” Brooklyn said, holding her fists up in victory, “Saved by the bell.”
Lonette playfully
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