Calendar Girl by Georgia Beers

Author:Georgia Beers [Beers, Georgia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781635553345
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2018-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

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The ringing of the phone on her desk startled Samantha out of a daydream, and her body flinched at the sound. She picked up the handset but continued to gaze out the window. The gray and rain of earlier had traveled on to its next stop, and now there were cute, puffy clouds moving along an electric-blue sky at a fairly good clip, aided by the gentle wind she could see rustling what few leaves remained on the trees.

As she told the caller that Jack was out of the office for a meeting, her eyes caught the clock in the corner of her computer screen and she marveled at how it could possibly only be 3:00. God, the day was dragging.

She jotted a message for Jack—he was old school and preferred handwritten messages on those little pink slips over voice mail—and then glanced toward the hallway coming from the lobby. Walking toward her at a rather quick pace was none other than Addison Fairchild.

God, she was gorgeous. Sam was a devout heterosexual, loved everything about the male form, but she was not blind. She could absolutely appreciate the beauty of a woman, and Addison Fairchild was nothing less than beautiful. She wore a black pantsuit—she was always dressed like she was headed to a job interview any time Sam had seen her—and it was as if it had been tailored for her. Maybe it had, Sam had no way of knowing. All she was sure of was that it fit her like a glove. Her long coat was thrown over one arm, her purse over the other shoulder. Her heels were of modest height. Sam wondered if that was because Addison was already fairly tall or if she had trouble walking in anything higher. Sam loved super-high heels, but only if she was sitting or standing. Walking in them could be such a challenge…

Expecting her to pass on by, Sam was surprised when Addison stopped at her desk. Up close, she was even more stunning, and Sam absently wondered what her skin regimen was, Addison’s face was so smooth, like she was made of porcelain.

“Hi, Samantha,” Addison said, her voice low, but her eye contact steady. “Do you have a minute?”

Sam furrowed her brow, as this was a very unusual request—and also, she was surprised Addison even knew her name—but nodded anyway. “Of course.” She folded her hands on her desk and waited.

Addison’s eyes darted around the room as if looking for something, and she pointed toward an empty conference room. “Can we go in there?”

Sam followed her gaze, puzzled. “Um, sure.”

They walked in silence until they arrived at Conference Room C, which was about half the size of A and B. It was used for client meetings or small committee gatherings. Sam flipped on the lights and Addison closed the door behind them, looking a bit…out of her element. Uncertain. But she seemed to shake it off and pulled out a chair, then took a seat at the small rectangular table.

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