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Follow That Dress By Cherrie Mack
When an independent and feisty young girl from Flushing crosses paths with an older, uptight, and successful CEO, she tells him where to shove his attitude. Unbeknownst to Crystal, she just called her employer a dick. But Mr. Salinger needs to find a girlfriend fast. And Crystal, with her colorful vocabulary and brazen personality, fits the bill. Would she agree to his crazy scheme and play his girlfriend for two weeks?
As they delve into an arrangement based on give and take, Robert and Crystal find themselves in unfamiliar territory. Sexual attraction supersedes their age difference, and they agree on a two-week affair. The result is somewhat unexpected. She doesn’t believe in love; he doesn’t want love. But now that they’re in love, whatever will they do?
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 21, 2013
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
What an interesting concept.
She rolled the magazine up and stashed it into her purse. When Crystal exited the subway and walked up the flight of stairs to the world above, she was chilled to the bone. Flashing neon lights of tiny stores in a neat row assaulted her eyes. Her hometown of Flushing, Queens sure was changing. Climbing onto the number twelve bus, Crystal said hello to Bill, the bus driver. She took her usual seat nearest to the front. Only ten stops and she arrived at home. Her apartment was inside a private residence. She liked it very much because the entrance around the back gave her a view of a neatly manicured backyard, something she’d never had growing up.
Kicking off her shoes, she turned on her electric fireplace and went in search of food. She was not in the mood to cook. Drumming her fingers on the refrigerator door, she searched every nook and cranny and still came up empty handed. Grabbing the plastic wrapped cylinder of cookie dough, Crystal slammed the refrigerator door and went in search of the nearest pair of scissors. After snipping the little silver tab at the end, she quickly peeled off the wrapping. Taking a hunk of the uncooked dough into her mouth gave her immediate pleasure. When a knock at the door startled her, she stilled. Unsure who could be at the door, she opened it a few inches.
“Who is it?”
“Hello. I’m looking for Crystal Manfreid.”
Swinging the door open, she stood face to face with the man she’d creamed with frosting outside the Coffee Bean. Startled, she asked, “Can I help you?”
“Yes, you can. Let me introduce myself. I am Robert Salinger. May I come in?”
Salinger? Fuck! Opening the door all the way, she gestured him inside with the hand that held the tube of unwrapped cookie dough. She watched him glare at it then his gaze moved to her mouth. When she looked at the dough, it had teeth marks resembling tire tracks at the tip. Embarrassed, she nonchalantly walked into the kitchen and dropped the tube of dough into the sink. “Mr. Salinger?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“How… how did you know I worked for you? We’ve never met before.”
“We have met. Don’t you remember this afternoon?”
Crystal chewed at her top lip. “So, let me get this straight. You somehow got my name, looked up my employee record, found out where I lived, and traveled to Flushing just to fire me?” She watched him smirk and slowly remove his newly cleaned suit jacket. He pointed to her couch. “May I?”
Obviously, he was waiting to be invited to sit. She ran over to the couch and removed the few items scattered on the cushions. “Sure. I wasn’t expecting company.”
He looked at the couch before he sat down as if checking for dirt and grime. “I can tell.”
Ugh! Was he always like this? What a douchebag. Reminding herself to be polite, she ignored the rude comment. She wanted to wait until he was comfortable before asking him what his intentions were, but he looked as though he would never feel at ease. “Can I get you something?”
“No, Ms. Manfreid. I ate my quota of cookie dough just last night.”
Biting her tongue, she asked, “A drink perhaps?”
“That would be nice. Do you have any bourbon?”
“Uh? Bourbon? Let me see.” As Crystal rifled through her pantry, she eyed her stash of liquor. There were plenty of mixes—Cosmo mix, Mojito mix, even Mudslide mix. But no bourbon. Turning around, she faced him. “Sorry. I’m fresh out of bourbon.” He made a face as if he were expecting her to not have what he wanted. Crystal quickly added, “My grandpa must have finished it last night, probably while you were eating your quota of cookie dough.”
He smirked at her for the second time. It felt as though he was studying every move she made. No longer able to wait, she decided to be direct. “Am I fired? If not, I’d like to know why are you here.”
Leaning forward, Robert narrowed his eyes. “Crystal Manfreid. What kind of name is that?”
She lifted a brow and chewed her upper lip again. “Well, it’s simple really. I was born in the eighties when Swarovski crystal was popular. My mother collected the little figurines. She was saving up for a really expense piece, but she got me instead, hence the name Crystal.”
He cocked his head as if befuddled. “I meant your surname.”
“Yes. Your last name, dear.”
Robert tilted his mouth up on one side. She thought she saw an expression of amusement at her answer.
“And may I ask your political affiliation?”
“This is harassment you know. What does that have to do with anything?”
“It doesn’t. You are not fired, Ms. Manfreid. But I’d like very much if you answered the question.”
“I’m an independent, liberal, democratic, conservative Republican who likes tea.”
“Good answer, Ms. Manfreid. I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh? I can’t wait to hear this.”
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