'Golf is like sex, you don't have to be good at it to enjoy it.'
I laughed as I saw the poster on the wall leaving the gym. Every week they either had an inspirational or funny quote. Suddenly I bumped into rock hard abs.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going"
The brownest, caramel eyes looked down at me as he said,
"No problem, just keep focused throughout the rest of the day."
I flashed him a quick smile as I headed to the locker I had reserved.
As I arrived at work I had a feeling it would be a long day. I mentally sighed when I saw the schedule my assistant left on my desk.
Meetings with clients all day as well as a de-briefing with my boss. Oh Joy, I thought as a knock interrupted me.
"Candace, how nice to see you again."
"Yes, well I hope we can finalize the strategy we'll take today so I brought me some help."
"Sure, and who's that?"
"My brother and business partner, Jackson Helps."
What the actual fudge?
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I couldn't remember Jackson's name at first but I did remember his face. And sure enough the Pencil D was the Jackson that walked into my office. Inwardly I groaned, I never mixed business with pleasure and sometimes men with bruised egos could make your work life hell. Hopefully Jackson wasn't like that.
I stood, extended my hand and put on the nicest smile I could muster,
"Good morning Mr. Helps, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you again, maybe this time you won't run away from me."
Ugh, really!
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