Page 59 of On the Double
He went to walk around the desk, but I moved in front of him. “You have Bowie.”
He shifted left, going the other way. “Business has picked up since working with OPS. Sorry, I need the help.”
I stepped in front of him again. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks.”
He laughed outright at my proposal. “Yeah, like that’ll entice me.”
He tried to shove me aside, but I grabbed him by the neck and slammed him face-first into the desk. “Don’t make me do this, Duke.”
I gasped in a sharp breath as his fist hit me right in the groin. “Cheap shot,” I hissed out.
He spun and shoved me back a step, then planted his boot in my chest. I went flying back into a shelf, knocking everything to the ground. My lip was split and my balls were killing me. I stood tall, wiping the blood from my lip. “This means war.”
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HARPER
“James Earl Jones,”Rae repeated for the third time.
I swallowed the rest of my margarita and shoved the glass in front of her. “Hit me.”
“I just don’t understand,” she said as she put more ice in the glass and rattled the shaker before pouring it in the glass. “The Highlander, I can definitely understand, but what does James have to do with it?”
I flopped my head down on the table. It was still a conundrum to me, and the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me. “Does it mean I want a daddy?”
Her eyes widened before she burst out laughing. “A daddy? You mean, sexually?”
I nodded. “I never thought I was into that, but maybe my subconscious is telling me to go for it.”
“I really don’t think that’s what’s going on here. I think it’s more likely that you just had a weird dream.”
“Really?” I asked hopefully.
“Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless you secretly have a thing for James Earl Jones.”
I glared at her, taking my margarita from her. “He’s old enough to be my grandfather!”
“He actually just died.”
I gasped, pressing my hand to my chest. “No!”
“Mhmm,” she nodded. “He was a great man. Not that I would sleep with him,” she quickly added.
“Well, neither would I!”
“You’re the one who dreamed about him,” she pointed out.
“Not because I’m attracted to him!”
“Maybe…” she pondered. “Edu is black. James Earl Jones is black. Maybe your subconscious was telling you that you have a thing for?—”
“Seriously?”
“Once you go black, you never go back,” she grinned. “At least, that’s what I’ve been told.”