The Price of Passion

Sex In A Pantsuit

Onika Pov: Home

"What makes her the best entrepreneur alive besides you thinking she's cute, and she makes your pussy wet?" My Best friend Lauren asked, adjusting herself on the bed and giving me her full attention.

I gasped as her words hit me like a punch to the gut, making me slam my laptop shut. "She doesn't get me..." I trailed off unable to finish my sentence. Don't get me wrong, the lady was beautiful, and every photo they managed to capture displayed just that. "Ms. Knowles is objectively attractive everybody knows that." Even Stevie didn't have to wonder.

"Calm them tig ole bitties babes." Lo laughed. "Then tell me why you're acting like you'll die if you don't get a job there." Not die, but be completely done with life.

"It's been a dream of mine since I was fifteen to work with her at one of the top-selling clothing brands in the world right now and possibly do some designs." Beyoncé Knowles was the youngest black woman to sell out worldwide faithfully at twenty-six. Even though she already did the unimaginable at the tender age of eighteen.

I've put so much effort and time into getting my designs out there, but it feels like times have changed since Ms. Knowles was my age. I hoped she would understand where I'm coming from and appreciate the hard work I've put into my designs. In my mind, we would make great partners.

"Whether you get the position or not your designs are fucking perfect, and they will get recognition either way just off that alone." Lauren's encouraging words felt like the exact opposite, but I knew she meant every word.

"You sound like you don't think I'll get it." That was the 'your a bit over your head speech'.

"Oh, I know you'll get in because your that bitch period!" Lo exclaimed in a matter-of-fact tone. "I just don't want you to get discouraged if you don't. So, promise me," she held out her pinky finger. "No matter what happens you'll keep chasing your dreams and become the best fashion designer this raggedy-ass world has ever known."

"I promise no matter what happens, I'll keep chasing my dream." I smiled, locking my pink with hers.

"And..." Lauren trailed waiting for me to continue.

"And become the best designer this world has ever known." Skipping the vulgarity, I continued and tried to make myself believe it.

"We'll work on that," she opened my laptop, moving it off my lap and onto hers. My best friend couldn't wait for me to see myself the way she did. "Now let's see if Ms. Sex in a pantsuit is as smart as you say she is," she smiled as my heart raced at the possibilities.

"Lauren!" I screamed feeling embarrassed.

"Okay, you ready?" Lo clicked on the email, making me close my eyes, I couldn't look. "Friend, remember what you promised?" Her tone softened and my heart dropped. My life is officially over.

"What does it say?" I kept my eyes shut tightly.

"That you're the perfect candidate, and you need to be there Monday at eight for the final interview." The teasing in her nonchalant tone told me I was stressing over nothing.

"Swear?!" I opened one eye, still too afraid to look.

"You're looking at it, read it." Lauren laughed, handing me the laptop. "Congratulations, I'm so proud of you bookie." She kissed my cheek.

"I can't believe it." Even as I read the email it felt surreal everything was falling in line for me.

"Believe it, my girl. You did it." We both squealed, rolling around the bed. "Now we have to work on a few things." Lo stopped abruptly, looking me over.

"What?"

"We can't have you fangirl over that lady, making us look bad." I was confused about how that would affect us both, I'm the only one who would be making a fool of myself.

"I am not going to embarrass us, I plan to remain completely professional." Plus I wasn't a fan of hers per se, just of her work.

"You almost convinced me until I looked up and saw that big-ass poster of her on your wall." Lauren pointed to the picture that had been there since I turned sixteen.

"That summer collection was to die for." It was one of my all-time favorites.

"The denial is not helping your case at all it's making me not believe you more." Lo shook her head. "Summer collection my ass." She rolled her eyes chuckling lowly.

"I can't help that she's so talented." Talented wasn't even the right term she was gifted in everything she did. The work she put out was amazing. Every piece, every ad campaign, and anything she set out to do that pertains to her business was remarkable. Down to how she carried herself in interviews as she spoke passionately about her company and its fate.

"What I'll pay to be a fly on those walls Monday morning, honey!" Lauren fell back onto the bed dramatically.

"You don't even care for this kind of stuff." The saying opposites attract was true, we were completely different but meshed so well together.

"It's just the idea of you finally meeting your idol is absolutely fascinating. My cheeks started to burn from smiling so much - I was still basking in pure bliss. "This could be the best experience or the absolute worst. Either way, I'm here for you." The joy I felt outshined any doubt.

"Why would it be bad?" A pout settled on my face as I began overthinking.

"I'm just saying I'll hate to have to beat a rich person's ass for you." She sat up. "They're going to put me under the jail friend." My best friend explained a series of unfortunate events that I prayed never happened.

"She might never speak to me." I'm sure she had better things to do than to be bothered by her employees, especially one who hadn't even contributed to anything yet. "There's no need for violence." Like, let's avoid that at all costs.

"I'll beat her ass for that too, that's not how you run a successful business." Lo spoke like she was the one who ran a billion-dollar business for the majority of her life.

"I love you." I couldn't help but smile at my friend willing to do anything to ensure my happiness even if it was extreme.

"I love you more bestie now let's practice."

"You think I'm going to embarrass myself?" Admittedly, I could be a little awkward at times.

"Not at all." Lauren quickly reassured me. "You just don't understand people sometimes and I don't need no one playing in your face again." She explained.

"No one has ever played with me." I lied, folding my arms and rolling my eyes.

"Okay neck roll and sass." Lo giggled. "All my effort might be paying off." Lo always said it was okay to act like where we lived.

"See I can handle it just help me pick an outfit." That was some advice I was willing to her up on.

"That's literally your thing." True but her opinion matters a lot to me.

"It needs to be professional but sexy." I need to look the part like I know what I'm doing.

"Okay, period first impression!" Lauren got up going into my closet. "I know you got something good in here." She mumbled making me laugh it's only Friday.

"We got all weekend you know." I reminded her.

"We can go shopping!" She exclaimed coming out of the closet. "I know you're acting like it's no big deal but I know how much this means to you." Lo came and sat back down next to me.

"It is a big deal and I am excited." This was my dream job it has been forever and I passed the first interview my first time. I honestly don't think anybody knows how truly blessed I am. "I won't get too excited I still have one interview left." The one determined if I was eligible for a position in the company.

"Well, I already got your congratulations party planned out because you will be getting that job," Lauren spoke confidently. "I knew you would be the one to get us out of the hood." She looked at me proudly.

"Soon." I giggled pecking her cheek. "It'll just be runways and private parties." High-end fashion shows for me and private parties for my bestie just like we always imagined.