Just Another Damn Love Story by Caleb Alexander Read Free Book Online Page B

member’s grille for less formal dining, a terrace for dining al fresco, a West lounge for more intimate dining, and a traveler’s room for business luncheons or private dining.  But what Sterling loved most about the facility, was its golf course.
    The course was a 27 hole affair, designed by none other than Robert Trent Jones Sr.  It was immaculately maintained, while the service, amenities, and pro shop were something that could only be experienced.  It seemed as though the facility anticipated its patron’s needs, even before the patron’s could express them.  It was this service, and the facility’s convenient location to his Montville, New Jersey estate, that kept him coming back.
    “Man, you should have seen her,” Sterling told Wilson.  “Yellow bone, with skin like buttermilk.  Green eyes, a sexy pixie haircut, nice up top, thick hips, and butt that you could sit a coffee cup on!”
    Wilson and Sterling broke into laughter.
    “I mean, baby girl was fine with a capital F,” Sterling continued.  “And she had it all together.  She was witty, charming, and she had this sexy confidence about her.”
    Wilson snapped his fingers. “Wait a minute, are you talking about the one you sent to the office the other day?”
    Sterling shook his head.  “I didn’t send anyone to the office.  Especially anyone that looked like that!”
    “I could have swore she said that you sent her,” Wilson said.  He paused for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders.  “Oh well.  Anyway, it’s good to hear you talk about a women with so much passion again.  I never thought that I’d hear you so excited about another women, not after Carmela.”
    This time Sterling shrugged.  “I never thought I’d be like this either, but baby girl had it going on.”
    “And she wouldn’t give you the digits?”  Wilson smiled and shook his head.  “You need some help from the master?”
    “The master?”  Sterling swung his club once again, and sent another golf ball flying down range.  “Please!  You couldn’t catch a cold if you walked across Alaska naked and dripping wet.”
    “Sterling, do I have to take you to the club and prove it to you again ?”  Wilson asked, lifting an eyebrow.
    “I don’t do the club thing anymore, and that’s good for you, or else I would have to take you up on that bet.”
    “Bloomingdales, Neiman Marcus, Saks, Walmart, you name the place!”  Wilson said excitedly.  “The teacher will take you to school!”
    Sterling and Wilson laughed heartily. 
    “Will, you’re crazy,” Sterling said, concentrating on his swing once again.
    “So how do you plan on finding this mystery lady?”  Wilson asked.
    Sterling shrugged his shoulders.  “I don’t know.  She said that she worked for Mocha.  Maybe I could have someone do a little checking around.”
    “Mocha, Mocha, Mocha, hmmm.”  Wilson lifted an eyebrow.  “I could have sworn that sister that came to my office said that she worked for Mocha.   But I could have sworn that you sent her.  How else could she have gotten past security?  This is weird.  In fact, I believe I gave her a purse.”
    Sterling peered up from his practice.  “She definitely had one of our handbags, but I didn’t send her.  Are you sure she said that I sent her?”
    “I believe so,” Wilson said, shaking his head.  “But then again, I don’t remember.  I’ve been seeing dozens of people the last few days, searching for models for the upcoming fashion event in The Hamptons, interviewing designers, and interviewing executives to run the line, as well as dozens of other people for various positions around the company.  I just don’t remember.”
    Sterling waved him off.  “Ahhh, don’t worry about it.  If it was meant to be, I’ll run into her again.”
     
     
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    “I don’t understand what the fuck this bitch is trying to say!”  Laquisha shouted, throwing the fax from the corporate office across the room.