The receptionist was the first person I saw when my eyes opened. Ophelia King was standing behind her, wagging her head. Just then, I thought I’d died and gone to coincidence heaven.
“Man, we gonna hafta get you a Seeing Eye dog. You walked right into the daggum door.” The way Ophelia said this was not harsh but friendly; something I could smile at. She could never get me upset because she was just too beautiful a person, no matter what had transpired between us. The thing that confused me was the coincidence here— it was her receptionist. She was stroking my brow and then helping me off the floor. Ophelia came over to assist and we all moved toward her office; all except Cindy.
“Cindy, please get him some cold water. And hold all my calls.”
“Yes, Ms. King.”
It was Cindy Blackmon, the perfect body and bride- to-be that I had lain with on New Year’s Day. She worked for Ophelia King.
Table of Contents
COVER
TITLE
COPYRIGHT
DEDICATION
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN