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I sat up straight in my seat, stuck my chest out in a proud manner, and smiled. “It all started when I would manage my best friend’s social media because she’s a model.”
I pointed over at Allison, which made Kara look in Allison’s direction.
“The traction to her page and bookings increased in two weeks. Her fellow model friends were impressed and asked for my contact information. Afterward, my business took off. I went from managing and marketing one model’s social media account to ten models’ accounts. Their engagement has grown, and they’re getting more bookings by the day. They swear it’s all my doing, but it’s just that they are beautiful girls.”
Kara smiled and nodded. “Is your plan only to manage models?”
“Oh no! Not that anything is wrong with it, but there’s so much more I want to do.”
“Hmm...and what exactly is it you have in mind?”
For the next ten minutes, I explained all of my ideas to Kara, and she sat there the entire time listening. She didn’t once interrupt me. She kept eye contact the entire time. By the time I finished, she had a smile on her face.
“Taja, you are something special. I noticed it when you sat beside me, but speaking with you only confirmed it. Come to my office first thing on Monday morning. I think I have a space for you and your beautiful friend.” Kara handed me her card.
I scanned it quickly, and my eyes widened. I looked at her, and she had a silly smirk on her face.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” I responded, stuttering over my words.
“Save it all for when I see you on Monday. It was nice meeting you, Taja.” Kara threw a wink my way and left the bar area.
I jumped up and down, squealing. I quickly looked around for Allison. I spotted her on the dance floor dancing with some fine-ass man. However, I didn’t care about him. I quickly grabbed her off the dance floor and pulled her to the bathroom, where it was quiet.
“Ta, what the fuck? What’s going on? I was dancing with my future husband,” she fussed.
I shoved the card in her hand. Allison scanned over it and then looked at me, confused. “So...you interrupted me from possibly finding a man for a business card from somebody named...” She stopped and looked down at the card, reading it aloud. “Kara, COO for TRU makeup...” Her eyes sprang open once she realized what she was reading.
“Wait...The TRU makeup? Wait, how did you get her business card?”
“She was at the bar. I stood beside her, and the conversation was flowing. She asked me what my occupation was before saying she has space at the company for you and me!” I screamed.
Allison’s eyes widened. “Ta, don’t play with me right now! Are you serious?”
“I’m super fucking serious!”
Allison jumped up and down in a circle. “I can’t believe this!”
“Believe it, best friend! We just secured the bag!”
We both let out a loud scream and started twerking in the bathroom. After our twerking session, Allison proposed a plan.
“You know what? Let’s have a good time. Let’s forget about work and get lit. It’s been a while, and we need to celebrate.”
“You know what? You’re right! Last one to the bar buys the first five rounds of shots!” I darted out the door with Allison on my heels. Tonight was about to be a night to remember.
* * *
We wereeight shots in since I told Allison about Kara. Allison and I had been on the dance floor dancing as if it was our last days. I lost count of how many guys came up behind me wanting to dance, but I politely declined all of them. I wasn’t checking for any of them. My attention was on someone else. He had his eyes locked on me since I came to the dance floor. At first, I wasn’t sure if it was me that he was staring at, so I kept dancing. However, it was confirmed when I waved at him, and he nodded his head. Since I now knew I had his attention, I threw my hips and wiggled my ass in his direction. I couldn’t take the teasing anymore, and the liquor filled me with courage. Enough was enough. I needed more than this simple tease.
I waltzed over toward him, gaining a better look. He was beautiful.
“Is it me, or do you have an eye problem?” I asked, standing on my tiptoes due to him being over six feet tall.
He leaned down to my five-foot-six frame. He chuckled, and his deep baritone voice caused my knees to knock.
“I guess I’m busted, huh? I just like what I see.” He bit his lip, then drank from his glass.
My sweet spot was betraying me. This stranger’s presence had me ready to risk it all in a matter of five minutes.
