laughing.” She was dead serious. “I’ll talk to you later.” Naomi expected more support from her best friend and since she wasn’t getting it, she didn’t have time to be Kennedy’s source of amusement for the afternoon.
“Are you mad, Naomi?” Kennedy asked, sensing her mood.
“No, but I’m hanging up now because I’m running late and need to concentrate on driving.”
“Okay. Call me tonight and let me know how the move went.”
“Yeah, okay. Talk to you later,” she said, disconnecting the line.
Naomi was still fuming, and began to babble. “I called her for support and she’s talking about ‘give the girl a break.’ I know what I’m going to give her and that’s a month of free room and board. After that, girlfriend is on her own. Since Jacob was bold enough to
tell
me his sister is moving in, I’m going to be bold enough to
tell
him that she only has four weeks to figure it out.”
“Jacob. Work,” she spoke into the speaker. A second later, the automatic dial had connected her to his office.
“Good afternoon. Mr. Reed’s office,” answered his secretary.
“Hi, Charlotte. Is he in?”
“Hello, Mrs. Reed. Actually, he’s in a meeting. Do you want me to interrupt him?”
She thought about it for a second, but decided not to disturb him.
Since he didn’t have the decency to consult me before he made a decision that affected us both, why should I consult him now? I’ll tell Tyler myself that she has a month to find a place, and if Jacob doesn’t like it, then too bad
. “No, Charlotte, don’t interrupt his meeting. I’ll speak to him later.”
After hanging up, she turned the radio to the easy jazz station and sang along with Celine Dion. Now that Naomi had regained her power, she immediately felt better. And would feel even better once she let Tyler know that
her
home wasn’t some damn Motel 6!
13
MIRA COULDN ’ T get Sam’s words out of her head.
It’s over
kept ringing in her ears as if it were on rewind. Mira had called Sam earlier that day for one of their afternoon lovemaking sessions. She expected Sam to drop everything like she had done so many times before, but Sam dropped a bomb on her instead, and abruptly ended their relationship. She said that Mira was too clingy and demanding. Sam also said that she, too, had a business to run, and couldn’t afford to drop her clients at a moment’s notice for a booty call. Mira was hurt. She had grown accustomed to Sam being at her beck and call. Mira was used to getting her way. Midway through her adolescence, GG stepped in and moved Mira in with her. Rose gladly gave up her daughter. She preferred spending time partying to taking care of a child. Trying to make up for the neglect, GG spoiled Mira to death, giving her anything she wanted. Now as an adult Mira still expected people to give in to her whims. But Sam had had enough.
Not being the sulking or begging type, Mira didn’t skip abeat. She was a realist, and knew there was no sense in trying to talk someone into being with you when they obviously didn’t want to. However, she was still horny, and determined to have sex. Since Sam was now history, she dusted off her custom-made Venetian mask, put on a gold thong and gold stilettos, wrapped herself in a black satin evening coat, and headed out the door.
Mira had been a member of the Black Door since they first opened. She wasn’t a regular, but kept her membership active in case of a sexual emergency, and tonight definitely qualified as urgent.
The cab ride up the West Side Highway was smooth sailing. It was late at night, and traffic was light. Mira paid the driver once he pulled up in front of the club, but before exiting, she strapped on her mask, adjusted the belt around her coat, and stepped out. Mira sauntered toward the black shiny door and tapped lightly.
A tiny window slid open, and all she could see was a pair of piercing, coal black eyes. “Password, please,” the
“Are you mad, Naomi?” Kennedy asked, sensing her mood.
“No, but I’m hanging up now because I’m running late and need to concentrate on driving.”
“Okay. Call me tonight and let me know how the move went.”
“Yeah, okay. Talk to you later,” she said, disconnecting the line.
Naomi was still fuming, and began to babble. “I called her for support and she’s talking about ‘give the girl a break.’ I know what I’m going to give her and that’s a month of free room and board. After that, girlfriend is on her own. Since Jacob was bold enough to
tell
me his sister is moving in, I’m going to be bold enough to
tell
him that she only has four weeks to figure it out.”
“Jacob. Work,” she spoke into the speaker. A second later, the automatic dial had connected her to his office.
“Good afternoon. Mr. Reed’s office,” answered his secretary.
“Hi, Charlotte. Is he in?”
“Hello, Mrs. Reed. Actually, he’s in a meeting. Do you want me to interrupt him?”
She thought about it for a second, but decided not to disturb him.
Since he didn’t have the decency to consult me before he made a decision that affected us both, why should I consult him now? I’ll tell Tyler myself that she has a month to find a place, and if Jacob doesn’t like it, then too bad
. “No, Charlotte, don’t interrupt his meeting. I’ll speak to him later.”
After hanging up, she turned the radio to the easy jazz station and sang along with Celine Dion. Now that Naomi had regained her power, she immediately felt better. And would feel even better once she let Tyler know that
her
home wasn’t some damn Motel 6!
13
MIRA COULDN ’ T get Sam’s words out of her head.
It’s over
kept ringing in her ears as if it were on rewind. Mira had called Sam earlier that day for one of their afternoon lovemaking sessions. She expected Sam to drop everything like she had done so many times before, but Sam dropped a bomb on her instead, and abruptly ended their relationship. She said that Mira was too clingy and demanding. Sam also said that she, too, had a business to run, and couldn’t afford to drop her clients at a moment’s notice for a booty call. Mira was hurt. She had grown accustomed to Sam being at her beck and call. Mira was used to getting her way. Midway through her adolescence, GG stepped in and moved Mira in with her. Rose gladly gave up her daughter. She preferred spending time partying to taking care of a child. Trying to make up for the neglect, GG spoiled Mira to death, giving her anything she wanted. Now as an adult Mira still expected people to give in to her whims. But Sam had had enough.
Not being the sulking or begging type, Mira didn’t skip abeat. She was a realist, and knew there was no sense in trying to talk someone into being with you when they obviously didn’t want to. However, she was still horny, and determined to have sex. Since Sam was now history, she dusted off her custom-made Venetian mask, put on a gold thong and gold stilettos, wrapped herself in a black satin evening coat, and headed out the door.
Mira had been a member of the Black Door since they first opened. She wasn’t a regular, but kept her membership active in case of a sexual emergency, and tonight definitely qualified as urgent.
The cab ride up the West Side Highway was smooth sailing. It was late at night, and traffic was light. Mira paid the driver once he pulled up in front of the club, but before exiting, she strapped on her mask, adjusted the belt around her coat, and stepped out. Mira sauntered toward the black shiny door and tapped lightly.
A tiny window slid open, and all she could see was a pair of piercing, coal black eyes. “Password, please,” the
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