And The Reblogging Begins… #reblogs #amreading #share

Hey Lovelies!

 If you are following me on Instagram (I’m playing around with the “Stories” option) you already know that I am away doing…uh…

Uh, let’s just say it’s “RESEARCH” for another story.

In the interim, I’m doing a little REBLOGGING of posts from my fellow blogger-writer friends.

Enjoy the great reading!

Bisous,

M xoxo

 

 

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“Dirty & Flirty” – Part 4- #amwriting #fiction


“Something tells me that’s not necessarily true Ms. Davenport,” he challenged as I felt his eyes slowly travel the contours of my face.

I took a deep breath in and challenged him right back even though my body was enjoying the proximity of his.

“I’ll just have to prove you wrong, won’t I?”

Neither of us could keep a straight face and we both cracked up laughing. He backed away and sat on the edge of Mr. Bernstein’s desk.

“The look on your face was absolutely priceless.” Tyler couldn’t stop laughing. “I thought that you would pass out.”

“If you’d said something, I probably would have.” It was my turn to tell the truth. I watched him give me a slow seductive once over, from head to toe.

“Don’t do that,” I told him and sat down so that he couldn’t continue.

“I’m just trying to see how I didn’t recognize you in the first place. Then again, you were probably only 13 at the time, right?”

I nodded.

“You definitely didn’t look like this in high school.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. When did you figure it out?”

“To be honest, it took me a few days. I don’t believe in that psychic shit so there had to be a logical explanation. It all led back to things that happened in my senior year. And then I remembered your eyes.”

“My eyes?”

“Yeah, they seemed very familiar to me from the start, as if they were laughing at me. And then I remembered having that thought once before. And it was about you. I just couldn’t remember your last name until Bernie said it.”

I leaned back in the chair, folded my arms and then crossed my legs. Tyler’s focus immediately landed on where my skirt hiked up a little.

“Yeah, according to all the other girls, I was the lucky junior to be paired up with the popular senior for orientation,” I said, mimicking a teenage girl voice.

“Sarcasm…I take it that you weren’t a fan? Did I act like an ass to you or something? I was pretty spoiled back then.”

“I know. And from the looks of it, not much may have changed,” I kidded, knowing that he could take it.

He laughed and shook his head as if he didn’t know what to do with me.

“No, you weren’t an ass to me. It’s just that being paired up with you made all the other girls want to be my instant friend. And I couldn’t just stay under the radar where I wanted to be.”

“Why did you want to stay under the radar?”

“That’s not important.” I said, skirting around his question. “The fact was that after that, I couldn’t get a moment’s peace from the latest Tyler J. news. All I heard was gossip about you, you and more you…blah, blah, blah.”

“So that’s how you knew all that stuff about me?”

I nodded.

“But what about me being afraid of water?”

“Oh, you told me that yourself when you were giving me a tour of the sports arena at school.”

Tyler was quiet and pensive.

“Well, I must have felt comfortable with you if I actually told you that.” He smiled and crossed his own arms. “Or maybe I needed to fill up all of that empty space in our conversation. You were so quiet that I thought that you might have been mute. Or a church mouse.” He grinned and gave me a flirty look. “I can see that that’s no longer the case.”

“No, that’s definitely not the case anymore.”

“So you thought I was cute?”

“Don’t fish for compliments…I never said that.”

“You don’t pull any punches, do you Laney?”

My brows arched at what he called me. Only my close friends called me Laney and by using it, he was showing me that he remembered.

“I just didn’t see what all the fuss was about, that’s all.”

Tyler didn’t flinch.

“Nothing like a little brutal honesty from a non-fan.”

“You seemed to be the picture perfect stereotypical party boy jock who everyone was impressed with.”

“Except you.”

I said nothing and stood up.

“And what do you think now?”

He got up from the desk and spun around like he was on display.

I laughed.

“I don’t know, maybe a more refined and older version of that teenage boy?”

I picked up my purse from the floor and started to angle myself toward the door but he blocked me.

“What about that coffee? You can explain to me in detail why you ran this morning. And I can tell you what I’m doing here. I know that you’re dying to know.”

I was curious but I also wanted to get away from him and regroup. I was about to say no when he stopped me before I could.

“Don’t say no.”

Tyler reached out and put his hand on my arm. I had to hand it to him, he knew how to give the kind of look that could make a woman reconsider a thing or two.

“It’s not a “no”. It’s more like a “maybe” as in maybe another time.”

Tyler laughed.

“Lawyers and their slippery words but I’ll take your “maybe”.”

I needed to get serious.

“Can we agree that you’ll never ever tell anyone about the coffee shop thing?”

He extended his hand and mimicked my seriousness.

“Sure. But only after we’ve had that coffee so you’d better jump on my offer quick. Monday – after work” I nodded. “Great, let’s shake on it friend.”

It wasn’t a real handshake – it was just an excuse to take my hand.

“Nothing about your handshake feels friendly to me Tyler.”

“It sure feels friendly to me.”

He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of my hand. Tyler was incorrigible and I liked it. He accompanied me to the elevators and I noticed how the receptionist eyed him as we walked by.

“One more thing…”

“If it’s for a real date, the answer is no,” I preempted him and pushed the call button.

“Now look who’s got the ego…Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet.” He laughed.

The elevator arrived. I got in and waited for him to finish his thought.

“It took a little time but I got more than what I wanted.”

He held the elevator door open to stop it from closing.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’d asked you for your name and number, remember? Now, not only do I know your name but I also know where you work which is much better than your number.”

As the elevator doors closed, Tyler laid one of his smiles on me.

“Because I know where to find you at all times. See you Monday, Laney.”

“See you Monday Ty.”

I laughed and shook my head all the way down the 25 floors.

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“Dirty & Flirty” – Part 3- #amwriting #fiction

 

When I felt a presence next to me, I stood up and turned around.

“Delaney, meet Tyler Jordan. Tyler, meet Delaney Davenport.”

We both just stood there and stared at each other in shock for a long moment. A very, very long moment.

The shock on his face transformed into a slow and wicked smile but I couldn’t do the same.

I was beyond mortified.

I was busted.

“Delaney is joining Legal on a contractual basis. I’m looking forward to her working the same “magic” she did with that Toronto file we had last year,” Mr. Bernstein told him.

I was frozen.

What the hell was Tyler doing here? 

The last thing I pictured him doing was “working”. He came from money.

The confusion must have shown on my face. Or maybe my mouth was still open because I could see how thoroughly amused he was. I didn’t even notice that his hand was extended to shake mine. I quickly took it before Mr. Bernstein realized that something was wrong.

“Nice to see you again Delaney.” Tyler enunciated all three syllables of my name as he shook my hand. My mind raced.

Oh God, he wasn’t going to play us off as strangers!

I braced myself for the total embarrassment I was about to feel when he recounted the coffee shop incident. I could hear the flush of the toilet where my professional credibility would soon find itself.

Mr. Bernstein raised his eyebrows curiously as he looked from Tyler, to me, and then back to Tyler.

“The two of you know each other?”

Here we go…

I almost closed my eyes and held my breath, bracing myself for his words.

“You could say that,” Tyler’s eyes were steeled on mine.

When he hesitated to explain, Mr. Bernstein gave him an odd look and then looked down at our hands. That’s when I realized that Tyler hadn’t let go. I extricated my hand from his but he held on for a moment longer and then gave it a soft squeeze.

It was a silent reminder of what I had done to him in the coffee shop.

Touché.

“We went to the same high school.”

He remembered.

I didn’t know if I was more relieved that he hadn’t outted me or surprised that he had remembered our connection.

“And yes Bernie, Delaney can definitely work magic with these hands of hers. She has a way of knowing what people are thinking. Sometimes it’s almost as if she’s psychic.”

Touché. He was on a roll.

When Tyler finally let go, all I wanted to do was slap that arrogant grin off his face.

“What a small world!” Mr. Bernstein was amazed.

“It sure is.” Tyler finally took his eyes off me and turned to Mr. Bernstein. “Didn’t you need this file for your meeting in a few minutes in Patterson’s office?”

Mr. Bernstein looked at his watch and grabbed the file from him.

“You are absolutely right. I almost forgot.”

He turned to me and shook my hand. “Looking forward to seeing you next week.” Then he turned back to Tyler. “Be sure to be a gentleman and escort Delaney on her way out.”

“When am I not a gentleman Bernie? Ms. Davenport and I may even catch up over a coffee first. You still love coffee, right?”

Touché.

This time I gave him the evil eye. I’d had enough. It was time to snap out of my fog.

When Mr. Bernstein left us alone in his office, Tyler followed after him and shut the door.

“What are you doing? Why are you closing the door?”

“Making sure that you can’t run like this morning,” he teased. “And just giving us a little privacy.”

“I didn’t run.” The lie didn’t roll off my lips as well as I would have liked.

Tyler laughed and made his way back over to me. He stood about a foot away and looked down at me.

“You know that’s not true.”

I’d almost forgotten how tall Tyler was. Close enough for me to inhale his cologne, he was purposely creeping into my personal space to see how I’d react.

I stood my shaky ground. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“You said it, not me. What I will say is that you play dirty.” His voice was a deep whisper as he studied me. “Very dirty.”

“How so?” I whispered back.

Why were we whispering? The door was closed.

“That day we met, you really had me going. You even had me up part of the night,” Tyler admitted.

If this was going to be a battle of double entendres, he was going to lose.

“Really? I can’t believe that. I’d think that a guy like you would have much more interesting things keeping you up at night, Mr. Jordan.”

What in the hell was wrong with me? Playing with fire like this at my new job?

He inched a little closer and flashed me a bigger smile. I could easily see how Tyler used his arrogant charm to disarm and disrobe women.

“A guy like me? That sounds a little sinister. You are interesting. But now that we’ve been “officially” introduced, you won’t be keeping me up at night anymore, that is, unless you want to Ms. Davenport.”

There was already almost no room left between us but I stepped forward defiantly anyways.

“Is that some kind of veiled invitation Mr. Jordan?”

I could see that he was fighting the urge to respond.

“Is this the way you always try to impress women?”

“Always. Isn’t it working?”

As we stood there in a silent stand-off, I tried not to notice his blue eyes and how the corners crinkled when he grinned.

“Not at all,” I shot back but feeling a little ashamed at the sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach that argued otherwise.

“Something tells me that’s not necessarily true Ms. Davenport,” he challenged as I felt his eyes slowly travel the contours of my face.

I took a deep breath in and challenged him right back even though my body was enjoying the proximity of his.

“I’ll just have to prove you wrong, won’t I?”

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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“Dirty & Flirty” – Part 2- #amwriting #fiction

 

I was early and didn’t mind waiting on the HR agent in the lobby of Phoenix Enterprises after the taxi dropped me off. It gave me time to clear my head of that “near miss” with Tyler. It had to be karma boomeranging back in my face for pulling my little stunt on him.

“Ms. Davenport?”

I turned to face a short older woman dressed in a Hillary Clintonesque black pant-suit. Her mousy brown hair was pulled up in a tight bun and she peered at me over the rim of her glasses that almost hung off of her nose. She offered me a weak smile and extended her hand.

“I’m Mrs. Smith from HR. Nice to meet you. Let’s go upstairs to my office.”

Mrs. Smith? The bland name matched perfectly with her looks, demeanor and outfit. Even her handshake was sweaty.

Once inside the elevator, she punched the 15th floor and I could feel her trying to figure out what kind of small talk to make.

“So…” Mrs. Smith started, “You were referred by Mr. Bernstein. How do the two of you know each other?”

I could read between her lines.

What you really want to know is why and how Mr. Bernstein personally offered me a job…

“I handled the mediation side of a file for one of the Phoenix subsidiaries when I was working in Toronto. After the file was settled, Mr. Bernstein told me that if I was ever looking for a job in Montreal, I should give him a call.”

I followed her down the hall to her office where I took a seat in front of her desk. I quickly noticed that her office was spotless. Nothing was out of place and everything was neatly organized, even down to the color-coded old-school file folders behind her desk. There were no personal pictures of herself with family or friends, no cute little trinkets and nothing that spoke to who she was as a person. Mrs. Smith was all business.

She flashed me a well-practiced smile and pulled out a file from her desk.

“Senior executives like Mr. Bernstein never get involved with hiring. Actually, in the 7 years I’ve been in charge of HR, I’ve never gotten a call from above telling me to prepare a contract, especially like the one that you have.”

She was being very careful with her words and I could tell that she was intrigued at what I had negotiated. The poor woman was dying from curiosity and I wouldn’t be quick to save her.

“He must have been impressed with your skills…during that case.” There was a specific edge to that word – skill.

I could see the thoughts in her head.

She’s probably thinking that I did something “unladylike” to get here – potential mistress, gold digger…

“Well, I did manage to avoid months of costly litigation for both parties.”

Mrs. Smith didn’t look convinced but that wasn’t my problem.

She handed me the contract and paperwork and I was glad to be saved from small talk as I reviewed and signed off on everything. I didn’t wait for her to give me my copies – I took mine, folded them neatly and placed them in my purse.

“Well,” I pushed myself up and extended my hand, “Thank you Mrs. Smith. I’m looking forward to starting on Monday.”

“You can’t leave just yet. Mr. Bernstein requested that you drop by his office before you go. Let me call upstairs and let his receptionist know that you’re on your way up.”

Why does he want to see me?

Mrs. Smith made the call and shook my hand.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Davenport. Welcome to Phoenix Enterprises.”

“Likewise Mrs. Smith.”

I found myself on the 25th floor, all the while hoping that Mr. Bernstein’s kindness wasn’t about to turn into requests of a sexual nature. I hadn’t gotten that vibe when he’d made the offer but then again, you could never be 100% sure.

The receptionist greeted me right away with a cute and genuine smile. Before I could even open my mouth, she tossed her long blond hair and greeted me.

“You must be Ms. Davenport. It’s nice to meet you. Go right in. Mr. Bernstein’s expecting you.”

I knocked and nervously opened the door.

Mr. Bernstein was pacing the room and speaking into thin air. Then I realized that he was on a conference call, hands-free.

“Delaney,” he shook my hand and ushered me in. “Glad to have you finally on board. I’m on the line with Abe and Demetrius.”

From the research I had done, Abe Goldstein and Demetrius Kojenco were the other executives.

“Abe, Demetrius, this is the young woman who saved us from all that useless litigation with that Toronto company last year. I still have no idea how she did it, but we were definitely the better for it. The next time you are in the office, be sure to stop by Legal to meet her in person.”

“Nice to meet you Delaney,” they chimed over the speakerphone.

“We need a pair of fresh eyes in Legal. Our current legal staff is still of the litigation mindset and we need to start taking a different approach when we hit bumps in the road. Bernie’s has spoken quite highly of you.” I wasn’t sure which one of them was speaking

“Thank you,” was about all I could muster under the compliments.

“If things work out, maybe she’ll decide that she’d like to work for us permanently instead of just on contract.”

Mr. Bernstein smiled at me.

No, there were no undertones of anything but business with him. I felt relieved.

Mr. Bernstein ended his call and gestured for me to sit down. His chair was definitely much more comfortable than Mrs. Smith. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Mrs. Smith had probably chosen an uncomfortable chair on purpose so that employees wouldn’t linger too long in her office.

“I’m serious about what I said. I’m hoping that you will end up with us long term.”

Just as I was about to thank him for the opportunity, there was a knock at the door. It would have been too much of a stretch to turn around so I didn’t bother attempting it.

“Wonderful! You brought the report. Come in, come in. Let me introduce you to someone.”

When I felt a presence next to me, I stood up and turned around.

“Delaney, meet Tyler Jordan. Tyler, meet Delaney Davenport.”

We both just stood there and stared at each in shock for a long moment. A very, very long moment.

The shock on his face transformed into a slow and wicked smile but I couldn’t do the same.

I was beyond mortified.

I was busted.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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A Big Virtual Hug For A Wonderful Friend…Sandra @whatsandrathnks

 

Cyranny over at Cyranny’s Cove had a wonderful idea and I just couldn’t refuse, especially when it comes to this wonderful blogger …

Sandra at What Sandra Thinks

Cyranny’s awesome idea of interviewing Sandra’s friends and mutual admirers was just too much for her to handle…You see, we all had soooo much to say about Sandra that we decided to each post on our respective blogs! :

So this is the interview that Cyranny did with me a while back.

Please enjoy and I hope that you take the time to drop by Sandra’s place and say hello.

How did you discover Sandra’s blog?

I was lucky enough to stumble across Sandra’s blog during a WordPress Writing 101 course. If memory serves me (and sometimes it doesn’t  LOL), we were both in the course at the same time together. I was enticed by her fictional work and I quickly followed her blog. It’s one blog that I continue and will continue to follow as long as Sandra is posting.

How long have you been following Sandra?

Oh, like I said – it’s been a long, long time! Soon after I joined WordPress, probably around 2015.

What do you enjoy the most about “What Sandra Thinks”?

She is a talented fiction writer but I also enjoy her day-to-day posts about the good and not-always-so-good things of every day life. She is open and honest about what’s going on in her life – she is “authentic”. Some blogs are all roses and perfume which is nice and all BUT life is not always oh-so-freaking-amazing.  Sometimes you just want writers to speak the truth about their lives and maybe even say what you are maybe thinking. I know I do.

What do you like the most about Sandra herself?

She is truthful and reveals a lot about herself, something I find refreshing. I like how she will just put it out there and say things like “I don’t want that optimistic crap” (which I would love to say every now and then… 🙂 ). Like i said, Sandra shares difficult parts of her life and that is not easy to do. Did I mention that she is always willing to lend a friendly ear to those around her? If I didn’t, I’m saying it now.

What would be one of your favorite posts from Sandra?

Oh, oh, oh…I have told Sandra a MILLION times that my one of my favorite posts from her was her “The Massage” series. I have asked her more than once to rewrite that piece from the male perspective. Hint, hint!

What would you tell Sandra, if you two were talking over a cup of coffee?

I would tell Sandra that she is a wonderful writer, fiction and non-fiction and that she wouldn’t have such a readership if it weren’t the case. I would remind Sandra that though negative and disagreeable comments can bring you down, it should not dissuade her from writing. The writing “muse” can be fickle – just because you may or may not be writing what you love doesn’t mean that you are not a writer. A writer will always be a writer. You don’t need to have aspirations to publish to be a writer. You have to write for yourself first and foremost and not think that you may be disappointing others if you don’t. And last but not least, I would tell Sandra that she has a strong support system beyond this blogging community and just because it is virtual does not make that support “less real”.

What do you wish for Sandra, in the future?

I wish that Sandra continues to find joy and comfort in her writing, her art and in telling her stories, whether it be fiction or the daily events of her life. We all need an outlet to our creativity and blogging it out is a wonderful way.

And oh yeah, I wish for Sandra to bump into this guy totally by accident…well, maybe after I’ve bumped into his first!

Hugs to you Sandra,

M xoxo