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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.




“Dirty & Flirty” – Part 1- #amwriting #fiction


My cell rang just as I was heading out the front door. I already knew who it was.

Ella was not an early-riser but I wasn’t surprised that she was calling. There was absolutely no way she would let me leave for the day without wishing me luck.

“Are you nervous?” I could tell that she had just opened her eyes. “I got up early just for you, girl. You should feel so special,” she teased.

I made my way to the elevators and punched the call button. “Nope, I’m not nervous. I’m really looking forward to this. It feels good to have a fresh start.”

“It’s good to hear you sound happy. And settled. Didn’t I tell you that moving back would do you a world of good? New digs, new gig, new you…”

“Hold on now, I wouldn’t go so far as to say “new you,” I laughed as I stepped into the elevator. “I’m still the same me.”

“Yeah, but the feisty old Delaney I knew back in the day is resurfacing little by little every single day.”

Feisty? Only little old ladies use that word, Ella.”

“Okay then let’s replace the “new you” shit with “new man.”

“No way! I don’t want or need any men in my life right now. I need a long break from the male species.”

Now that I was starting to feel relatively “normal” again, I had no interest in dating.

I made my way through the lobby, nodding to the security guard as I did. He gave me an approving once over and smiled.

Yes, that’s the reaction I’m aiming for.

I was dressed to impress for my first day. I’d worn my comfortable heels and took my time as I walked the few blocks over to the Holiday Inn hotel where I could easily grab a taxi. The streets were already bustling with people out, about and on their way to work. The smell of coffee and sugary doughnuts were in the air, making me hungry even though I’d taken the time to have a healthy breakfast.

“So I guess that includes the hottie from the coffee shop a few weeks ago?”

I laughed. “Who? Tyler Jordan? Definitely! Random meeting in a random coffee shop in a big city like this? I highly doubt that I’ll run into him again. And anyways, I don’t play well with players.”

“From what you told me, sounds like the two of you play quite well together. Do you think that he remembered you?”

“Of course not. Why would he? He had a reputation back then and from what I saw, he’s still on the prowl. ”

“Player or not, that was quite a dirty and flirty little trick you played on him. That psychic shit sounded hilarious!” Ella was laughing her head off. “On a different note, have you heard from your mother or Simon?”

I really didn’t want to talk about them this morning. It would just ruin my good mood.

“She’s still royally pissed off so I haven’t heard from her. And Simon has called me at least a dozen times asking me to come back.”

“I guess it’s hitting both of them hard that they’ve got to act like adults all on their own.”

“I guess so. But I’m not dealing with any of that drama anymore, right?”

“Good for you Delaney. Finally putting yourself first.”

I went to the beginning of the taxi line in front of the hotel and just as I opened the taxi door, I noticed a familiar face waiting at the traffic light across the street. He had a coffee cup in one hand, a small brown paper bag in the other and a huge grin on his face.

And he was staring right at me.

With full hands, he tried to gesture for me to stay put, wanting me to wait until the light turned green so he could get to me.

“Shit,” I said under my breath.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s him.”

“Him who?” Ella’s voice perked up excitedly. “Tyler? Well, well, well, how about that? Speak of the devil and the devil appears.”

“Oh God! He’s waving at me. Of all the days for this to happen…I really don’t need this right now.”

I had one foot in the taxi and the other one still on the sidewalk. I lingered for a moment, trying to figure out what to do but there was only one choice.

I ducked into the taxi and told the driver where I needed to go. When I looked through the taxi’s window, I could see the disappointed look on face as we sped away.

“What were you saying a minute ago about a random meeting in a random coffee shop in a big city where you probably wouldn’t run into him again? God’s laughing at you!” Ella couldn’t contain herself. “Did you have breakfast?”

“What? What does that have to do with any of this?”

“You must be starving ’cause you just ate all your words.”

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.



“Two Can Play That Game” – Part 4 – #amwriting #fiction


“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

She gave me an apologetic look and downed the rest of her coffee. Then, she abruptly stood up, grabbed her bag and headed through the coffee shop doors. I quickly picked up my coffee and trailed behind her.

“Wait! Where are you going? I don’t even know your name.”

As I tried to catch up to her, she didn’t look back.

When I managed to grab hold of her arm, she finally had no choice but to stop.

“How did you do that?”

She shook her head vigorously. “I’m sorry but I’ve got to go.”

I didn’t know what to say to get her to stay. But I did know that I wanted her name and number.

“Hold up! A minute ago, you had all the time in world and now you’re just going to jet? Come on, at least give me your number.”

She readjusted her bag on her shoulder. I noticed her take a deep breath and finally smile again.

“You don’t need my number.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why should I give you my number when I’m not interested?”

My mouth fell open in amazement. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had shot me down. It felt like she’d thrown a bucket of ice-cold ice water in my face.

“Wow! You don’t beat around the bush, do you?” I was still a little shocked.

“No, especially when your interest lies solely in beating around my bush.”

Did she realize how twisted her words had come out?

From the smirk on her face, she had purposely chosen that double-entendre. Shit. She wasn’t just hot, she was explosive. And she had me from the moment of “be my guest”.

“That’s not true! Hey,” I tried to defend myself and though she had me on the ropes, I loved it. “Don’t be quick to judge. You don’t know me, remember?”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I told you a little white lie. I do know you. And the fact that I’m not even a tiny bit familiar to you is a little disappointing but that’s okay. I probably shouldn’t be that surprised.”

Had I slept with her and simply didn’t remember? Impossible. There was no way I would have forgotten a creature like her.

“You won’t believe me now but I did sense something familiar about you… And now I’m almost afraid to ask. How exactly have we…uh, met?”

I’m sure that I looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car because her eyes twinkled wickedly.

“I’ll leave that up to you to remember.” She couldn’t contain her laughter anymore. “Didn’t I warn you that you might regret sitting with me?”

Someone called my name and in the seconds it took me to turn around to see that it was a co-worker of mine, my naughty girl with no name was almost half a block away.

“Wait!” I yelled.

She stopped and turned in my direction.

“Do you always go to this coffee shop?”

I watched as she lifted her shoulders as if to say, “maybe”. And then she disappeared around the corner.

Needless to say, not only was I late for work but that girl was the only thing on my mind.

All. Fucking. Day.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.




“Two Can Play That Game” – Part 3 – #amwriting #fiction


“Give me your hand. I’ll give you a… “reading”.

I laughed again as I gave her my hand.

“How much will it cost me?”

I had started this game and she wasn’t afraid to play. I was already hooked.

“Not one penny.”

Her hand was smooth and soft as she slide her palm across mine. When she simply held it in hers, I no longer cared about possibly being late for work.

“Okay Ms. Psychic,” I teased, “Tell me about my future because I could definitely see you in it.”

She gave me a long look and then whispered, “From what I see in your palm, I would much rather tell you about your past.”

I was completely amused by and intrigued with her.

“Go ahead, ” I dared her. “Future or the past, I’ll take anything you’re willing to offer me.”


She tilted her head to the side and gently squeezed my hand.

Yes, I was truly taken with her. I was just about to respond when she closed her eyes.

Was she actually going to go through with this?

She reopened her eyes. The stroking of her palm against mine was giving me wicked goosebumps.

“What did you see?”

“Let me concentrate.” She closed her eyes again. “I’m seeing a dog, actually a puppy.”

I shook my head. “Your powers need a little work. I don’t have a dog.”

“But you did at one point in time.”

It was a statement, not a question.

“Yeah but..”

“A cocker spaniel? Her name started with an S?”


The puppy’s name had been Sandy. When she had gotten sick, we had to put her down in my last year of high school. It had hurt me so much that I had vowed to never have another pet again.

“That’s a good guess but lots of people have had dogs.”

“Okay,” she looked down at my palm again. “I see…snow, a broken leg, and deep sadness. Skiing was your passion and you hate the fact that you can no longer do what you loved so much.”

Another statement, not a question.

And again, she was right.


Just the other day, I’d been thinking about how much I missed hitting the slopes. But being an asshole and showing off my skills when I was 18 on a family ski trip had busted my knee and that had been my last time on the slopes.

I was floored but pretended to be aloof about it.

“You could have Googled that information about me.”

Her dark brown eyes gave me a serious look.

“And how could I have done that when you just approached me?”

I was about to tell her that everyone in the city knew my family and who I was, that maybe she had recognized me and had read about it somewhere. But I realized just how conceited it would sound to say out loud and decided to keep my mouth shut.

“Okay, tell me something else.”

This time, she took my hand and placed it between both of hers as if she was trying to pick up a better vibe.

“Blue is your favorite color. But not just the regular, run-of-the-mill blue. It’s more like an ocean blue. You love the ocean – it reminds you of the summers you’ve spent at the beach. Maybe as a child? Strangely enough, though you love the ocean, you have a love hate relationship with water, a true fear of water that you eventually overcame.”

What the f…?

Only a handful of people knew about my childhood fear of water. Shit, I hadn’t even thought about it in years because it was no longer an issue.Her words took me by surprise so when I quickly released my hand from hers, I startled her. Her eyes were big and wide as she saw how freaked out I looked.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

She gave me an apologetic look and downed the rest of her coffee. Then, she abruptly stood up, grabbed her bag and headed through the coffee shop doors. I quickly picked up my coffee and trailed behind her.

“Wait! Where are you going? I don’t even know your name.”

As I tried to catch up to her, she didn’t look back.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.




“Two Can Play That Game” – Part 2 – #amwriting #fiction


“Hey! This place is pretty crowded. Would you mind if I sit with you?”

She graced me with the warmest of warm dark brown eyes and her smile could have lit up the entire coffee shop.

“Be my guest. But you might regret it…”

She motioned for me to sit and I promptly accepted.

“With a smile that beautiful, regret would be impossible.”

I expected her to avert her eyes shyly or at least blush at my compliment but I got neither. She never even flinch.

I watched as she smoothed out the newspaper and folded it into four. As she did, she continued smiling and her eyes never left mine.

“So tell me, why would I regret sitting with you?”

“Well, I’m not that much of a conversationalist this early in the morning. And those girls over there seemed more than ready and willing to entertain a good-looking guy like you.”

She gestured behind me and when I turned, the three women were looking in our direction.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. I was impressed that she had observed that subtle exchange because it meant that she had been looking at me. Then, there was the fact that she had called me “good-looking”. Things were looking up so I cranked up the charm.

“You’ve been watching me? I’m flattered.”

“No, I wasn’t watching you. Let’s just say that I’m very aware of my surroundings and the people around me.”

She grinned and slipped the newspaper into her bag.

I laughed at how she skirted around my shameless flirtation.

“Maybe you should be a cop.”

“Who says that I’m not?”

I leaned in towards her across the table and whispered, “You’re too pretty to be a cop.”

She leaned in to match my action and whispered back, “That’s a bit insulting to all the female police officers in the world. Maybe…just maybe, I’m very aware of my surroundings because I’m…psychic.”

There was a long quiet moment as we simply looked at each other. This was getting more and more interesting by the second. I was enjoying this little banter between us, chatting like we already knew each other. At this rate and if I wasn’t careful, I would quickly go from being early for work to being late.

I studied her pretty face and wondered how her skin could look so smooth when she had on absolutely no make-up.  Her “Au Naturelle” T-shirt was definitely on point. There was a sense of familiarity about her which was a bit odd because we had just met.

“A psychic, you say? Okay then, “read” me. Tell me all about me.”

She took a long sip from her coffee mug. I, on the other hand, had completely forgotten that I’d even bought myself a coffee. I took a quick swig of mine and waited for her volley back. She outstretched her hand and showed me her palm. I frowned, a little confused.


She wiggled the fingers of her outstretched hand.

“Give me your hand. I’ll give you a …”reading”.

I laughed again as I gave her my hand.

“How much will it cost me?”

I had started this game and she wasn’t afraid to play. I was already hooked.

“Not one penny.”

Her hand was smooth and soft as she slid her palm across mine. When she simply held it in hers, I no longer cared about being late for work.

“Okay Ms. Psychic?” I teased, “Tell me about my future because I could definitely see you in it.”

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.



“Two Can Play That Game” – Part 1 – #amwriting #fiction


REBLOG : This piece unfolds in eight installments. Enjoy!

A strong cup of hot black coffee was the only thing I wanted.

Like everyone else standing in the queue, I needed my morning caffeine fix so I decided to stop at the first coffee shop on my way to the office.

For the first time that week, I was actually early for work. But that was only because Brittany had kept me up for most of the night and I had never really gone to bed. When I’d picked her up from the airport the night before, she had wanted to make up for lost time, lots of lost time. I was glad that I had no meetings that day because I knew that when the wave of tiredness eventually hit me, it would hit hard. Right then, all I wanted was to sit and enjoy my coffee in peace before starting my work day.

With my cup in hand, I scanned the coffee shop for an empty table but there were none to be found. If I really wanted to sit, I’d have to do it by joining someone at their table. I took a minute to assess my situation.

Two nerdy guys sitting in the far corner with their noses almost pressed against their laptop screens?

A gaggle of loud teenagers who looked too young to drink coffee?


And no.

Three cute but young twenty-something women in a corner booth giggling and giving me the flirting eyes?

I smiled at them and they all smiled back.

Yes, sitting with them was the only way to go.

Until my eyes landed on her.

Sitting alone at a table for two, dressed in black yoga pants, wearing a bright mauve T-shirt with “Au Naturelle” printed on the front and a black hoodie, she stood out among the business attire and teenage trendy school wear.

Her dark curls were in a messy ponytail, a pair of glasses dangled dangerously from just above her forehead and she was sipping from a large mug as she flipped through a newspaper. The way she slowly took her time to peruse the page and the fact that she had a mug instead of a to-go cup meant that she wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry.

I watched as a smile spread across her face at whatever it was that she was reading. When she picked up her cell to check the time, she glanced around just enough for me to get a perfect view of her face.

And I immediately wanted to know what shade of brown her eyes were.

As I passed my “threesome” with a nod of acknowledgement, I noticed their looks of disappointment.

But I was on a mission.

I walked up to her table and positioned myself in such a way for her to notice me. But when she didn’t, I had no choice but to break the ice.

“Hey! This place is pretty crowded. Would you mind if I sit with you?”

She graced me with the warmest of warm dark brown eyes and her smile could have lit up the entire coffee shop.

“Be my guest. But you might regret it…”

She motioned for me to sit and I promptly accepted.

“With a smile that beautiful smile, regret would be impossible.”

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.