wedding with my sister. You're lucky I didn't shoot your ass
full of lead. Don't try to see me again; if you do I can make you
sorry." Clarissa pulls out of her parking space, oblivious to the
stunned expression on Lawrence's face.
***
Clarissa pulls into the Ritz Carlton's
visitor parking twenty minutes after her confrontation with
Lawrence. She takes out her cell phone and places a quick call to
Alison. Thank God, Alison picks up on the first ring. "Ali, please
listen to me. Lawrence showed up at my condo asking me to forgive
him. He told me that he cheated on me because of his high sex drive
and he couldn't resist Roberta. When I asked him about the other
women he caved."
Hearing the distress in Clarissa's voice,
Alison immediately went into recovery mode. "Rissa slow down and
breathe. Are you at home? Do you want me to come over? Do I need to
bring garbage bags and a shovel? Talk to me sister!"
Clarissa composed herself, finding relief
that canceling her wedding is the right thing to do. "Really Ali! A
shovel?"
"I'm your friend Rissa; I'd willingly become
an accessory after the fact. I want to come prepared if you have a
body that needs burying. Besides, I keep a shovel in my car; I
never know when I might need it."
"Ali you're always there for me, better than
any sister could be."
"Well, better than your tramp sister anyway.
You sound better already. Its Sunday night we can go party if you
want. You know I'd dump Jonesy for my girl."
By now Clarissa is smiling, "My friend, you
always bring me back from the brink of insanity. Thanks for the
offer, but I have a job interview in five minutes and I just needed
to vent. I didn't want to take that negative energy inside with
me."
"Call me after your interview and let me know
if you want me to come over."
"Thanks Ali! Wish me luck."
"You don't need luck because you have
skills."
"Love you too Ali."
Clarissa checks her makeup one last time
before leaving her car. Julian said he would wait for her in the
lobby bar. She walks in an immediately notices him sitting near the
door, he looks up, and she feels the intensity of his gaze. He
stands up and approaches her, his eyes were dark and smoldering as
they quickly assess her body. "Julian, it's nice of you to see me
on such short notice."
"Not a problem, especially since I expected
to hear from you sooner."
Clarissa gave him a smirk, "You don't know me
as well as you think."
Julian grabs hold of her arm as an attentive
potential suitor. "I honestly would like to know you better. Maybe
one day you can thank me for intervening on your behalf by allowing
you to see your fiancé's true self."
Wow, Julian's sexuality is reaching out and
smothering her. Clarissa's mind is screaming for her to grab him.
"We both know you sent the photos for selfish reasons."
Julian couldn't help but be mesmerized by
Clarissa's manner. She's sexy, in charge; any other woman would be
trying to rip him to shreds. "What can I say; I'm a selfish man who
likes to get his way. This way, I do believe our table is
ready."
Julian stops touching her, but she could
still feel his body heat envelop her as she walks by his side. The
hostess greets them and shows them to their table. They were seated
near the window, giving them a perfect view of the lake. The white
linen on the tables and candles makes for a romantic setting. The
only thing missing were the violins playing in the background.
Clarissa has to keep telling
herself that tonight is all about business. Julian would tell her
about the job he's offering, and then they would part company.
Julian and Clarissa ordered the house salad; for dinner, she
ordered stuff shrimp and Florida snapper and Julian ordered conch
chowder and a steak . Clarissa
listened attentively as Julian engaged in small talk. “Before you tell me more about this new
position, tell me the real reason why you sent me the
photos.”
Julian could see the evidence of Clarissa's
nervousness. Good thing the napkin in her hand
full of lead. Don't try to see me again; if you do I can make you
sorry." Clarissa pulls out of her parking space, oblivious to the
stunned expression on Lawrence's face.
***
Clarissa pulls into the Ritz Carlton's
visitor parking twenty minutes after her confrontation with
Lawrence. She takes out her cell phone and places a quick call to
Alison. Thank God, Alison picks up on the first ring. "Ali, please
listen to me. Lawrence showed up at my condo asking me to forgive
him. He told me that he cheated on me because of his high sex drive
and he couldn't resist Roberta. When I asked him about the other
women he caved."
Hearing the distress in Clarissa's voice,
Alison immediately went into recovery mode. "Rissa slow down and
breathe. Are you at home? Do you want me to come over? Do I need to
bring garbage bags and a shovel? Talk to me sister!"
Clarissa composed herself, finding relief
that canceling her wedding is the right thing to do. "Really Ali! A
shovel?"
"I'm your friend Rissa; I'd willingly become
an accessory after the fact. I want to come prepared if you have a
body that needs burying. Besides, I keep a shovel in my car; I
never know when I might need it."
"Ali you're always there for me, better than
any sister could be."
"Well, better than your tramp sister anyway.
You sound better already. Its Sunday night we can go party if you
want. You know I'd dump Jonesy for my girl."
By now Clarissa is smiling, "My friend, you
always bring me back from the brink of insanity. Thanks for the
offer, but I have a job interview in five minutes and I just needed
to vent. I didn't want to take that negative energy inside with
me."
"Call me after your interview and let me know
if you want me to come over."
"Thanks Ali! Wish me luck."
"You don't need luck because you have
skills."
"Love you too Ali."
Clarissa checks her makeup one last time
before leaving her car. Julian said he would wait for her in the
lobby bar. She walks in an immediately notices him sitting near the
door, he looks up, and she feels the intensity of his gaze. He
stands up and approaches her, his eyes were dark and smoldering as
they quickly assess her body. "Julian, it's nice of you to see me
on such short notice."
"Not a problem, especially since I expected
to hear from you sooner."
Clarissa gave him a smirk, "You don't know me
as well as you think."
Julian grabs hold of her arm as an attentive
potential suitor. "I honestly would like to know you better. Maybe
one day you can thank me for intervening on your behalf by allowing
you to see your fiancé's true self."
Wow, Julian's sexuality is reaching out and
smothering her. Clarissa's mind is screaming for her to grab him.
"We both know you sent the photos for selfish reasons."
Julian couldn't help but be mesmerized by
Clarissa's manner. She's sexy, in charge; any other woman would be
trying to rip him to shreds. "What can I say; I'm a selfish man who
likes to get his way. This way, I do believe our table is
ready."
Julian stops touching her, but she could
still feel his body heat envelop her as she walks by his side. The
hostess greets them and shows them to their table. They were seated
near the window, giving them a perfect view of the lake. The white
linen on the tables and candles makes for a romantic setting. The
only thing missing were the violins playing in the background.
Clarissa has to keep telling
herself that tonight is all about business. Julian would tell her
about the job he's offering, and then they would part company.
Julian and Clarissa ordered the house salad; for dinner, she
ordered stuff shrimp and Florida snapper and Julian ordered conch
chowder and a steak . Clarissa
listened attentively as Julian engaged in small talk. “Before you tell me more about this new
position, tell me the real reason why you sent me the
photos.”
Julian could see the evidence of Clarissa's
nervousness. Good thing the napkin in her hand
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