”She stared back at him, dislike and lust for him competing on her face. “Well you didn’t get to give anything to Erica,” she said with spite.... It was clear that she was broaching the subject for which she had sat down.“Erica …?”“Oh don’t play games. You haven’t forgotten Erica Greendale, the sweet doe-eyed beauty. Or I’d like to think you haven’t. You cancelled on me so you could take her out.”“Erica.” He repeated the name like he had finally recalled who she was. “Yes, we went out a few times.. From how you reacted it seemed you were uncomfortable or you were showing me what really happened that night. Either way I won’t do it again. As much fun as I had I don’t want to lose you as a friend. I know I know especially after my speech that I had given you about being friends no matter what. I do have to admit before you ask that yes I did enjoy the kiss (only because I know you). Anyways even though I know I told you how I felt about last night. How did you feel about it? – A I smiled as. ..He walks into the living room and sees me sitting at the desk, eyes focused on my laptop while scribbling on paper. "Hi baby, what are you doing? You look all 'librarian-like' with your hair up, a pen tucked behind your ear, and glasses on, studying your screen." He leans down to kiss my cheek."Researching. I am researching your ass, honey." Ha!" he laughs, then looks closer at the papers on my desk. "Wait ... what the fuck? You really are," he says rifling through my notes. "You are writing. "I can see that you have spent a lot of time in the gym, Mr. Gray," shesaid, as her eyes looked me over like a slab of hanging beef. She got up from her chair and walked around her desk."Stand still, please," she instructed.I took a deep breath and nodded.Harris gasped.Inwardly I smiled, the woman obviously like big men."How do you feel about dying your hair black?" she asked. "We don't gettoo many calls for blondes, and to tell you the truth we have enough ofthem."I thought about it for all of.