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EXCERPT
Patricia walked into Jillian’s office closed the door
quickly and fell backward against the door. Her eyes were upward and her body
language said that she was about to faint and slide to the floor “Okay boss
indulge me just a minute.”
“What going on? Besides you only call me boss when you could
be in trouble or you’re getting ready to hurt somebody.” Jillian inquired “Jillian, I’m about to put a hurting on somebody in a
minute, but in a great way,” Patricia said softly.
“What’s up?” Jillian exclaimed.
“The representatives from Randolph Technologies are waiting
to see you in the lobby. I have never seen three brothers look so good since my
favorite group, ‘Guy,’ back in the day,” Patricia closed her eyes and did a
slight shake and shimmy from her shoulders to her waist.
“Okay, Patricia, your minute is up and the key to this
company not going down the toilet is on the other side of that door. Girl, get
a grip and show them in,” said Jillian with a slight frown.
“Okay, are you ready?” Patricia straightened her clothes and
mimicked putting her hair back in place.
“Yes, I am ready and show them in already,” Jillian then
gave Patricia a sharp look while putting the last papers in a folder and coming
from behind her desk.
Patricia opened the door to the lobby and said to the
visitors, “Gentleman, Ms. Forrester will see you now.” Three very handsome
gentleman entered Jillian’s office.
Patricia continued, “Ms. Forrester, this is Mr. Byron and
Myron Randolph, the CEO and President, respectively of Randolph Technologies
and their associate, Mr. James Jones.”
“Jillian, is that you?” asked Byron as he stopped dead in
his tracks at the sight of her face. Byron took a long sweep over Jillian from
head to toe. Letting his eyes thoroughly glance over every inch of her body.
Jillian was checking Byron out right back and blushing greatly on the inside
and out. Jillian was thanking God that her milk chocolate skin could hide how
hot her cheeks were getting at Byron’s glance. Jillian remembered that Byron
was always the ladies’ man of the two. She knew that she couldn’t take what he
said seriously because he could be saying it to about three other women too.
His eyes were saying a lot and she was trying to believe the clear non-verbal
communication. Byron and Myron were both classified as nerds, but Myron was the
real nerd of the two. Besides loving technology, Byron and Myron were unique in
that they were identical twins in size and height, but with different color
complexion. Both men stood six feet three and weighed about 225 lbs. Byron had
dark smooth chocolate skin while Myron had a lighter brown complexion like
caramel candy. Studies had been done about the twins when they were younger.
Their doctor wrote and published an article in a medical journal about their uniqueness.
“Jillian Forrester, look at you?” interrupted Myron who had
been standing next to Byron watching them both and waiting his turn.
“Oh my goodness, yes, it’s me. Byron and Myron Randolph?
Look at you guys. I had no idea. I realize that this is unorthodox and not the
way I normally start a business meeting, but can I have a hug?” They all
laughed as Jillian embraced each twin, Myron first and then Byron. They smelled
like Yves Saint Laurent’s latest cologne and dressed in similar clothing, but not
matching tailored suits. The days of the twins wearing matching outfits had
been abandoned by the time they reached their middle teens. Byron, being the
mischievous one, took both her hands in his once the embrace ended and he
slightly swayed them back and forth. He stood there holding and gently rubbing
her hands in a slow circular motion that left Jillian quite uncomfortable.
Byron knew he was wrong, but didn’t want to let her hands go. He kept looking
into her eyes to gage her reaction and to soak her all in.
Byron thought, ‘Oh my goodness this is Jillian Forrester
standing right in front of me.’ Byron tried not to reveal with his eyes all of
the rush of emotions that were going on in his head not to mention the fast
beat of his heart at the sight of her. He thought, ‘If she only knew how good
it is to really see her. Get a grip and calm down boy.’
A look of confusion came on Jillian’s face at how Byron was
looking at her. She never dated or even had any thought that Byron even liked
her other than a friend when they were younger. What is this? Jillian looked
down at the floor quickly realizing that this was suddenly a very awkward and
misunderstood moment. They both forgot they were in a corporate office and that
there were other people in the room. Jillian had so many questions running
through her brain. Byron, on the other hand, was continuing to take her all in.
Jillian knew that she must somehow stop this scene from getting any worse or
misreading the whole situation. She came back to herself from her thoughts in
time to remember she was ignoring the third man in the room. She removed her
hands from Byron’s grasp and turned her attention to the other gentleman.
“I am so sorry your name is James right? I don’t know you
that well or I would hug you too.” Everyone laughed as she shook his hand.
James was much taller standing about six foot five and two hundred sixty five
pounds. He looked like he could be a defensive end or tackle for the Cincinnati
Bengals or some celebrity’s body guard. This very large, gorgeous gentleman was
standing there with an iPad, leather portfolio and iPhone. At five foot three,
Jillian felt like a midget compared to these three men. Jillian enjoyed the
sudden attention and affection, but knew they must get down to business.
“Well, shall we all have a seat?” Each man took a seat
around Jillian’s small conference table and Byron placed himself to her left,
Myron was on her right and James was seated next to Myron.
