EPISODE TWO
Marabel’s driver set the last of her things inside of the enormous two level loft apartment. Considering she moved around a lot, she was not much for lavish pieces of furniture, but the chocolate thin loveseat and glass coffee table were nice touches. Her bedroom and master bath were in the upstairs level. The king sized platform bed with plum colored sheets and chocolate suede accent pillows fit in nicely with the overall decor of the apartment. She descended the stairs entering the open kitchen fully equipped with stainless steel appliances and a huge six eyed gas stovetop range. The island with brand new cooking utensils hanging above was the only structure separating the kitchen from the sparsely decorated living room.
There was a bottle of sparkling cider chilling in a bucket of ice sitting atop the marble countertop with a card attached stating, ‘Welcome Home From Calvin Laramie of Laramie Development.’ Marabel slid off her leather jacket, toeing off her boots, popping the cork on the bottle. The tang of the apple mixed with the carbonation of the bubbles tickled her throat as she kicked her feet up on her couch when she discovered a 37 inch flat screen with a bow attached hanging on the wall directly in front of her. She peeked her eyebrow in appreciation for the nice gift. Marabel turned on a late night talk show thinking of all the errands she would run the next day when she nuzzled into the soft suede of the sofa with Coran Stone on the mind.
In the middle of the night, Marabel was able to pull herself from the couch that was cradling her like a baby and drag herself to her plush bed that had a considerable amount of comfort in comparison to the couch. She rose early the next morning preparing herself for her busy day roaming around the bi-state area. She dialed her friend Dabney at her home office, placing the call on speaker while she continued to dress.
“Morning beautiful,” Dabney greeted Marabel over the phone.
“How did you know it was me?” Marabel questioned her best friend while she applied a light amount of makeup to her face.
“Who else would call me at such an early hour. The rest of my friends are still crawling out of a liquor bottle or hot ass they had the night before, but not Marabel Larue. Marabel-.”
“Rises with the chickens. Yes, I know,” Marabel stated to Dabney. The two women had been friends for nearly five years and there had never been a time that Dabney did not tease Marabel about how early she started her day.
“So what’s going on lady? How’s the hometown?” Dabney questioned.
“Everything is just as I left it really. I am in a different more vibrant area than I am used to, but home will always be home,” Marabel answered.
“So, you got there last night and you couldn’t call your best friend? I mean, I got the text, but a phone call would’ve been better.”
“Actually I had a bit of business to take care of when I got here. Funny thing is, the business was handled at a club called The Crush,” Marabel admitted beginning to swoop her hair up into a bun.
“Nice. Any hot chunks of man meat to take home and devour?” Marabel could hear Dabney practically brimming with anticipation. She resided in a small part of Georgia where sexy men were an endangered species.
“To be honest, the short amount of time that I was in the club, I was in a private area away from the crowd of the dance floor, but-.”
“But?” Dabney repeated.
“There was one guy. Actually I went to school with him.” Marabel gave herself a sly grin in the mirror thinking of Coran.
“So there was a guy that you went to college with?” Dabney questioned on.
“No. Not college but high school.”
“Ooooo, high school. I remember the hunky little numbers that used to grace the halls of my own high school. Yummy.”
“Dabney, you are such a tart. Anyway, he said he had a crush on me when we were teens,” Marabel muttered while slipping into a sexy pair of Louboutin suede leather buckled booties. She then placed a pair of diamond princess earrings into her lobes.
“Okay now you have my attention. The computer is getting shut down as we speak. He had a crush on you? This is juicier than that new intern that I plan on having my way with in a week’s time.” Marabel shook her head chuckling at Dabney.
“There are no details to discuss Dabs. We saw each other and that was it. I probably will never see him again. Plus, I am dressed now and I am about to head out,” Marabel said while standing back checking herself out in the mirror. Before Dabney could argue her point of needing more information, Marabel giggled, “Talk to you later. Ciao Bella.” She waited for the typical text message to follow after she disconnected the call.
“Bitch!” Dabney texted making Marabel erupt in laughter.
First things first, Marabel thought, calling a car service to take her around on her errands. The first stop on her list was the offices of Laramie Development. She had arranged for a local bakery to make an assortment of breakfast treats for the office which was her way of showing her gratitude for all the lengths they went through to ensure her comfort in her new apartment.
Once she stepped off the elevators into the office of roughly fifteen employees, the business of a busy development group stopped on a dime and all attention focused on her. The men were drooling at the mouth and the women were giving her a double take as she sauntered up to reception. The older woman greeted Marabel with a warm smile, “How may I help you ma’am?”
Marabel smiled back, beginning her inquiry when a deep male voice spoke behind her, “Wow you look like a million bucks.” Marabel slowly rotated to face her admirer who had the balls big enough to step into the the den of a lioness.
“A million bucks is pocket change compared to what I cost,” she purred in response.
“I think I can cover it,” he retorted, then extended his hand toward Marabel. “I am Calvin Laramie and you are?”
“Interested,” Marabel blurted while her grin got a little wider taking in the tall, milk chocolate in an expensive business suit embodiment of Mr. Calvin Laramie. “But if you are asking for my name, it is Marabel Larue,” she continued.
He chuckled running his glance from her expensive pair of boots to her toned calves slowly drinking in the slope of her thigh the valley of her taut abdomen up to her rounded breasts stopping at her flawless glossed lips. Hmph, this lace long sleeved sheath dress was a great choice. “Nice to meet you Ms. Larue,” he tittered as he continued to stripped her body of her clothes in front of the watchful eyes of his staff.
“Mr. Laramie, is there an office that we can chat in?” He took a brief moment to respond. Calvin cleared his throat, then stated, “I would love to chat with you in my office, but unfortunately, I was on my way out to a meeting.”
“What a pity. Well in that case, I wanted to offer thanks for my wonderful loft apartment. My requirements were fulfilled nicely, so,” Marabel purred, then she step closer to Calvin to whisper, “thank you Mr. Laramie, and you have a wonderful business meeting.” She gave him a flirtatious wink, then positioned her clutch under her arm swaying her hips toward the elevator.
The office remained silent enough to hear the deep swallow of the CEO when he blurted at the same time the elevator chimed, “How about I thank you over dinner? Tonight.”
The doors of the elevator open and Marabel stepped in. She pivoted to face the office staff and Calvin Laramie. Marabel perked her shoulder saying, “Sounds nice.”
“When should I pick you up?” He asked while she pushed the button for the ground floor. She began to giggle while the doors started to close. “Pick me up at dinner time Mr. Laramie.” The doors closed shut as his name trailed off her tongue.
Marabel ambled to the Town car that awaited her, sitting inside. The driver closed the door behind her, then took his seat behind the wheel. “Where to Ms. Larue?”
“Take me to the nearest luxury car dealership.”
Now for the next order of business.
There was a bottle of sparkling cider chilling in a bucket of ice sitting atop the marble countertop with a card attached stating, ‘Welcome Home From Calvin Laramie of Laramie Development.’ Marabel slid off her leather jacket, toeing off her boots, popping the cork on the bottle. The tang of the apple mixed with the carbonation of the bubbles tickled her throat as she kicked her feet up on her couch when she discovered a 37 inch flat screen with a bow attached hanging on the wall directly in front of her. She peeked her eyebrow in appreciation for the nice gift. Marabel turned on a late night talk show thinking of all the errands she would run the next day when she nuzzled into the soft suede of the sofa with Coran Stone on the mind.
In the middle of the night, Marabel was able to pull herself from the couch that was cradling her like a baby and drag herself to her plush bed that had a considerable amount of comfort in comparison to the couch. She rose early the next morning preparing herself for her busy day roaming around the bi-state area. She dialed her friend Dabney at her home office, placing the call on speaker while she continued to dress.
“Morning beautiful,” Dabney greeted Marabel over the phone.
“How did you know it was me?” Marabel questioned her best friend while she applied a light amount of makeup to her face.
“Who else would call me at such an early hour. The rest of my friends are still crawling out of a liquor bottle or hot ass they had the night before, but not Marabel Larue. Marabel-.”
“Rises with the chickens. Yes, I know,” Marabel stated to Dabney. The two women had been friends for nearly five years and there had never been a time that Dabney did not tease Marabel about how early she started her day.
“So what’s going on lady? How’s the hometown?” Dabney questioned.
“Everything is just as I left it really. I am in a different more vibrant area than I am used to, but home will always be home,” Marabel answered.
“So, you got there last night and you couldn’t call your best friend? I mean, I got the text, but a phone call would’ve been better.”
“Actually I had a bit of business to take care of when I got here. Funny thing is, the business was handled at a club called The Crush,” Marabel admitted beginning to swoop her hair up into a bun.
“Nice. Any hot chunks of man meat to take home and devour?” Marabel could hear Dabney practically brimming with anticipation. She resided in a small part of Georgia where sexy men were an endangered species.
“To be honest, the short amount of time that I was in the club, I was in a private area away from the crowd of the dance floor, but-.”
“But?” Dabney repeated.
“There was one guy. Actually I went to school with him.” Marabel gave herself a sly grin in the mirror thinking of Coran.
“So there was a guy that you went to college with?” Dabney questioned on.
“No. Not college but high school.”
“Ooooo, high school. I remember the hunky little numbers that used to grace the halls of my own high school. Yummy.”
“Dabney, you are such a tart. Anyway, he said he had a crush on me when we were teens,” Marabel muttered while slipping into a sexy pair of Louboutin suede leather buckled booties. She then placed a pair of diamond princess earrings into her lobes.
“Okay now you have my attention. The computer is getting shut down as we speak. He had a crush on you? This is juicier than that new intern that I plan on having my way with in a week’s time.” Marabel shook her head chuckling at Dabney.
“There are no details to discuss Dabs. We saw each other and that was it. I probably will never see him again. Plus, I am dressed now and I am about to head out,” Marabel said while standing back checking herself out in the mirror. Before Dabney could argue her point of needing more information, Marabel giggled, “Talk to you later. Ciao Bella.” She waited for the typical text message to follow after she disconnected the call.
“Bitch!” Dabney texted making Marabel erupt in laughter.
First things first, Marabel thought, calling a car service to take her around on her errands. The first stop on her list was the offices of Laramie Development. She had arranged for a local bakery to make an assortment of breakfast treats for the office which was her way of showing her gratitude for all the lengths they went through to ensure her comfort in her new apartment.
Once she stepped off the elevators into the office of roughly fifteen employees, the business of a busy development group stopped on a dime and all attention focused on her. The men were drooling at the mouth and the women were giving her a double take as she sauntered up to reception. The older woman greeted Marabel with a warm smile, “How may I help you ma’am?”
Marabel smiled back, beginning her inquiry when a deep male voice spoke behind her, “Wow you look like a million bucks.” Marabel slowly rotated to face her admirer who had the balls big enough to step into the the den of a lioness.
“A million bucks is pocket change compared to what I cost,” she purred in response.
“I think I can cover it,” he retorted, then extended his hand toward Marabel. “I am Calvin Laramie and you are?”
“Interested,” Marabel blurted while her grin got a little wider taking in the tall, milk chocolate in an expensive business suit embodiment of Mr. Calvin Laramie. “But if you are asking for my name, it is Marabel Larue,” she continued.
He chuckled running his glance from her expensive pair of boots to her toned calves slowly drinking in the slope of her thigh the valley of her taut abdomen up to her rounded breasts stopping at her flawless glossed lips. Hmph, this lace long sleeved sheath dress was a great choice. “Nice to meet you Ms. Larue,” he tittered as he continued to stripped her body of her clothes in front of the watchful eyes of his staff.
“Mr. Laramie, is there an office that we can chat in?” He took a brief moment to respond. Calvin cleared his throat, then stated, “I would love to chat with you in my office, but unfortunately, I was on my way out to a meeting.”
“What a pity. Well in that case, I wanted to offer thanks for my wonderful loft apartment. My requirements were fulfilled nicely, so,” Marabel purred, then she step closer to Calvin to whisper, “thank you Mr. Laramie, and you have a wonderful business meeting.” She gave him a flirtatious wink, then positioned her clutch under her arm swaying her hips toward the elevator.
The office remained silent enough to hear the deep swallow of the CEO when he blurted at the same time the elevator chimed, “How about I thank you over dinner? Tonight.”
The doors of the elevator open and Marabel stepped in. She pivoted to face the office staff and Calvin Laramie. Marabel perked her shoulder saying, “Sounds nice.”
“When should I pick you up?” He asked while she pushed the button for the ground floor. She began to giggle while the doors started to close. “Pick me up at dinner time Mr. Laramie.” The doors closed shut as his name trailed off her tongue.
Marabel ambled to the Town car that awaited her, sitting inside. The driver closed the door behind her, then took his seat behind the wheel. “Where to Ms. Larue?”
“Take me to the nearest luxury car dealership.”
Now for the next order of business.