R Nitelight
Her Rock
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I was sitting in my study working on my new book when my sister called.
"Keith, I need you to do me a big favor," She said.
I sighed. "With whom are you setting me up with this time, sister dear?"
For years, Kelly has been siccing her girlfriends on me. Women are not unhappy to be found in my company. I'm tall, well-built, and well-off, with a head of shoulder-length blonde hair and pearly white teeth. I sometime think Kelly uses me to gain certain social advantages.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. My sister has exquisite taste in friends.
"I want you to go out with my boss," she said. Something in her tone put me off. Usually, it was 'you'll like her', or 'she's very pretty. Just your type'. This time, there was no sales pitch.
"It must be important," I said.
"There's a big party Friday night. Very chic. Very black tie. Very boring. She wants you to meet her there."
"How will I recognize her?" I asked.
"She'll recognize you," Kelly said. "She's seen your picture. I think she's even read a few of your books."
Friday night found me dressed in my tux, standing on the outskirts of a crowded ballroom. I was nursing my first glass of champagne as I scanned the partygoers. I didn't have the slightest idea how my date was going to find me in this mob. Just then, however, I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
"Keith, I need you to do me a big favor," She said.
I sighed. "With whom are you setting me up with this time, sister dear?"
For years, Kelly has been siccing her girlfriends on me. Women are not unhappy to be found in my company. I'm tall, well-built, and well-off, with a head of shoulder-length blonde hair and pearly white teeth. I sometime think Kelly uses me to gain certain social advantages.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. My sister has exquisite taste in friends.
"I want you to go out with my boss," she said. Something in her tone put me off. Usually, it was 'you'll like her', or 'she's very pretty. Just your type'. This time, there was no sales pitch.
"It must be important," I said.
"There's a big party Friday night. Very chic. Very black tie. Very boring. She wants you to meet her there."
"How will I recognize her?" I asked.
"She'll recognize you," Kelly said. "She's seen your picture. I think she's even read a few of your books."
Friday night found me dressed in my tux, standing on the outskirts of a crowded ballroom. I was nursing my first glass of champagne as I scanned the partygoers. I didn't have the slightest idea how my date was going to find me in this mob. Just then, however, I felt a light tap on my shoulder.