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She lets her hair fall back down, and we are just about to kiss when a loud noise comes from above. I hop down from the table and help her off as well.
“Kara?” a female voice calls, and I can only assume it’s her assistant.
We scurry getting our clothes back on and the table put somewhat back together, giggling the entire time.
“I swear this is like being busted by your parents,” I say.
She smiles, but there’s something unsettling in her eyes. I don’t pry. Instead, I take her into my arms and kiss her.
“Kara? Are you locked in the basement again?” the young lady says, trying to wiggle the door open.
Kara and I both laugh. I take a seat in the chair beside the table while Kara rushes to the stairs. Her purple thong is still on the floor under one of her books. I quickly grab it and put it in my pocket as they make their way back down the stairs, talking about the door and why Kara needs to get a phone installed.
“Eew, it smells like sweat, cologne, and booty-dew down here.” The assistant looks over and sees me sitting in the chair and covers her mouth. “Oops, I’m sorry. I didn’t know we had a guest. I’m Tiana, Kara’s sister slash assistant.”
She extends her hand, and I shake it with introductions.
“Brent Phillips. Pleasure to meet you,” I reply.
“Oh. You’re the egotistical asshole who ran off all the other designers and didn’t even want to give my sister a shot. Well, she got you in her basement. She must’ve shown you something you like.”
I catch the blush streaking across Kara’s face followed by her pearly whites.
“Yeah, she has everything I’m looking for,” I reply.
Tiana didn’t appear to pick up on what I meant, and I’m not sure Kara did either, but I know that by the time this design and build is over, I’m going to have to find another reason for her to come around.
“I bet she does,” Tiana mumbles, turning her head away. “So, what are you two doing down here, stuck in this basement?” she asks with a sly grin.
“Tiana, really? Do you think that Mr. Phillips is that kind of guy? Honestly.” Kara rushes back to the table and fidgets with the designs and samples from earlier, arranging them for review.
“I was just teasing, Kara, damn. I’m going back upstairs to put these invoices in and balance the books. I’ll prop the door open.”
Tiana leaves, and Kara not only looks relieved, but embarrassed, too.
“So, your assistant is also your sister?” I ask.
“Yeah. Cheap labor is all I can afford. She works for a law firm full time, and with me on the weekends or as needed. She mainly keeps my books and runs these little errands like today.”
“How is she compensated? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“She gets paid in clothes. I designed a few dresses for some parties and actually received some jobs after they saw what she was wearing.”
“Have you ever been approached by a manufacturer?”
“A few times, but I want to control my designs. With my name being put on the line, I have to be able to stand by my product.”
“I see.” I take her hands and kiss the backs before cupping her face in my hands.
“You are an amazing designer and beautiful woman. I think you will go very far. I promise.”
I kiss her, and she returns the gesture. We break, and I can’t help but stare into her eyes.
“Um, I think we should go back upstairs where civilization awaits us,” she says.
She gathers her things, and I follow her back up the stairs, allowing her to go a few steps in front of me so I can watch her ass.
“Mr. Phillips, a few of these messages on the phone are for you. Sounds like they are about to form a search party. May wanna call them.” Tiana hands me a stack of sticky notes from a creatively designed message pad with Kara’s name wrapped in measuring tape and stick pins.
