man had the worst eyesight of anybody she had ever met. Remove his glasses and he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face. “I’m a scientist,” he had said, “not a model.” He was a brilliant scientist which is probably why he didn’t get kicked out of the Colorado based university for dating and marrying one of his students.
Harris was a molecular biologist. London was a whiz with computers. She could hack anything that had wires, and Sterling was rather proud of that.
Sterling had taken a mix of his mother and his father. He had this perpetual tan that seemed Hawaiian sun kissed even in the thick of the Colorado winters. He had a slight slant of his eyes that really brought out the Japanese features—his eyes were so beautiful like that. They were more of a pale green, but his hair was this blondish-black. It was hard to describe because it wasn’t quite blond, but it wasn’t quite black and it wasn’t a blondish-brown either.
She shrugged. Thinking about Sterling wasn’t her primary concern right now, all she knew was that Jocelyn had her father’s gorgeous slant of eyes, skin tone, and winning personality—when she wasn’t around her mother. What she had of her mother’s features were the blue eyes and black hair—had her mother not bleached her hair to extremes. She also had the roundness of her chin. Her father had a slight cleft chin, which Bambi typically hated, but it worked on him. Still, she thought it was good that Jocelyn hadn’t gotten that feature. She was a mix of both parents, but she did look more like her dad. She was probably going to be tall like him too.
Sterling was five ten, which to Bambi’s five two stature was tall in her book. Jocelyn was on her way there at an even five eight and thinly gorgeous; the woman could grow up to be a model if she wanted to. Of course with a father who was like the king of fitness Bambi didn’t expect anything else from his gorgeous daughter. She looked so much better in body than her mother, who looked like she had a few too many units of fat sucked out of her over the years. The woman was a walking science project. Boob job times three because the first two times just weren’t big enough. She wanted to be in a triple D bra so she kept on going. Then she had her lips injected, a cheek implant, a tummy tuck to get rid of her unwelcome post baby pouch, lipo for her thighs, lipo for her arms, and a bit of Botox for the wrinkles between her eyebrows. Okay, a bit was an understatement. The woman’s face was frozen like Joan Rivers’. She had height though, at five eleven the woman stood tall, and if she didn’t slouch so much she would look taller.
“Is she packed yet?” Bambi held her control because Jordana was working her last nerve today.
“I don’t know. Her stupid father should have come get her himself instead of sending his lackey to do it.”
She was not his lackey.
“I know you’re just his assistant and I don’t worry about her liking you because you’ll never come close to being her mother. Sterling would never go for somebody as dark as yourself.”
His mother was darker than she was. Okay, she wasn’t exactly light brown sugar, and when she tanned she was darker than her winter skin. If she didn’t have long silky straight hair and oval shaped eyes she figured people would look at her and assume she was black. On the other end of that, most did assume just that. They usually just assumed she had fake hair on her head. She was Tahitian and black she would say. Her mother was Tahitian and her father had been a bi-racial black and Indian man. His father had been born in America after his family moved from Mumbai to New York. Her father, Kumpar, had joined the Air Force for what she would call a hot minute before he left the service and went into government contract work. That’s how he met her mother in Tahiti—where Bambi had been born and raised. She did her schooling in New
Harris was a molecular biologist. London was a whiz with computers. She could hack anything that had wires, and Sterling was rather proud of that.
Sterling had taken a mix of his mother and his father. He had this perpetual tan that seemed Hawaiian sun kissed even in the thick of the Colorado winters. He had a slight slant of his eyes that really brought out the Japanese features—his eyes were so beautiful like that. They were more of a pale green, but his hair was this blondish-black. It was hard to describe because it wasn’t quite blond, but it wasn’t quite black and it wasn’t a blondish-brown either.
She shrugged. Thinking about Sterling wasn’t her primary concern right now, all she knew was that Jocelyn had her father’s gorgeous slant of eyes, skin tone, and winning personality—when she wasn’t around her mother. What she had of her mother’s features were the blue eyes and black hair—had her mother not bleached her hair to extremes. She also had the roundness of her chin. Her father had a slight cleft chin, which Bambi typically hated, but it worked on him. Still, she thought it was good that Jocelyn hadn’t gotten that feature. She was a mix of both parents, but she did look more like her dad. She was probably going to be tall like him too.
Sterling was five ten, which to Bambi’s five two stature was tall in her book. Jocelyn was on her way there at an even five eight and thinly gorgeous; the woman could grow up to be a model if she wanted to. Of course with a father who was like the king of fitness Bambi didn’t expect anything else from his gorgeous daughter. She looked so much better in body than her mother, who looked like she had a few too many units of fat sucked out of her over the years. The woman was a walking science project. Boob job times three because the first two times just weren’t big enough. She wanted to be in a triple D bra so she kept on going. Then she had her lips injected, a cheek implant, a tummy tuck to get rid of her unwelcome post baby pouch, lipo for her thighs, lipo for her arms, and a bit of Botox for the wrinkles between her eyebrows. Okay, a bit was an understatement. The woman’s face was frozen like Joan Rivers’. She had height though, at five eleven the woman stood tall, and if she didn’t slouch so much she would look taller.
“Is she packed yet?” Bambi held her control because Jordana was working her last nerve today.
“I don’t know. Her stupid father should have come get her himself instead of sending his lackey to do it.”
She was not his lackey.
“I know you’re just his assistant and I don’t worry about her liking you because you’ll never come close to being her mother. Sterling would never go for somebody as dark as yourself.”
His mother was darker than she was. Okay, she wasn’t exactly light brown sugar, and when she tanned she was darker than her winter skin. If she didn’t have long silky straight hair and oval shaped eyes she figured people would look at her and assume she was black. On the other end of that, most did assume just that. They usually just assumed she had fake hair on her head. She was Tahitian and black she would say. Her mother was Tahitian and her father had been a bi-racial black and Indian man. His father had been born in America after his family moved from Mumbai to New York. Her father, Kumpar, had joined the Air Force for what she would call a hot minute before he left the service and went into government contract work. That’s how he met her mother in Tahiti—where Bambi had been born and raised. She did her schooling in New
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