Free Take My Hand (Interracial Erotic Romance) by Sophia Banks

not keep him waiting.”
    Tamika nodded and squeezed Gracie’s hand. Together they walked into the living room. Tyler stood and smiled when they made their entrance.
    “Hi, you must be Tamika.” He stepped forward and extended his hand. “I’m Tyler Scott and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
    Tamika stuck her hand out. “Yes, I’m Tamika and it’s nice to meet you as well. Gracie told me you have some sort of offer for me?”
    Gracie shot her sister an evil look. “Don’t be rude Tamika.”
    Tyler waved her off. “It’s okay, Gracie. I don’t think Tamika is being rude, I think she’s just curious as to what’s going on.”
    Tamika nodded her head. “Yes, I’m just wondering what’s going on. I’m curious.” She folded her arms across her chest and cocked her head to the side in anticipation of Tyler’s explanation.
    Gracie shook her head. Even down and out, Tamika knew how to act like a spoiled brat.
    Tyler motioned towards the couch. “Shall we sit?” He didn’t wait for an answer and sunk into the couch. The two girls shared the loveseat opposite him and Tyler began. “So, Tamika about what’s going on. Your sister used to work for me and when I found out she quit I called her to ask why. She informed me of your…struggles and I offered my help. I have paid for a ninety-day stay at Hazelden in Tribeca. It’s a great—“
    “I’m not going to no psych-ward and be surrounded by junkies and lunatics. I don't belong in a place like that. There’s nothing wrong with me. I just take having a little fun too far…sometimes.”
    Tyler nodded his head. “I understand, Tamika, but Hazelden is not a psych-ward. There are no locked doors and you will be able to leave anytime. It’s one of the premier substance abuse programs in the country and I personally know a few people it has helped to save.”
    “No locked doors?” Tamika asked.
    Tyler shook his head. “No locked doors.”
    “What kinds of people are there? Will I be sharing a room with anybody else?”
    Gracie interjected. “Stop being such a brat, Tamika. Who cares if you need to share a room with somebody? This is your life we are talking about here.”
    Tamika scrunched her face up. “You’re not the one who’s being asked to go to a strange place for ninety days. I would love you hear your questions if you were in my shoes. Probably be asking if the joint had Stevia in supply."
    Tyler chuckled and Gracie shot him a cold stare. He cleared his throat and looked back to Tamika. “Tamika, some people do share rooms at these places, yes. However, since I enjoy my privacy so much, I took the liberty of booking you your own private room.”
    Tamika smiled. “ If I go, of course.”
    Gracie opened her mouth to tear her sister a new asshole but Tyler waved her off.
    “Can I ask what’s keeping you from going, Tamika?”
    Tamika shrugged. “Ninety-days is a long time. I am trying to put together an acting career.”
    Gracie grabbed a pillow and dug her nails into it.
    Tyler nodded. “What sort of acting? Stage or film?”
    “I think stage is my calling, but of course I wouldn’t turn down film work, either.”
    Tyler interlocked his hands and leaned forward. “Are you in performing arts school?”
    Tamika frowned and looked away. “No, I can’t afford it. Plus, the ones that are actually worth attending are impossible to get into, unless you know somebody.”
    Tyler nodded. “Have you heard of Julliard ?”
    Tamika rolled her eyes. “Of course I have. It’s only the premier arts college in America.”
    Tyler leaned back and smiled. “Have you ever applied there?”
    Tamika shook her head. “No. Like I said, you don’t get in there unless you know somebody. Not to mention, even with financial aid, I’d never be able to afford it.”
    Tyler nodded. “If you could afford it, would you go?”
    Tamika looked at Tyler as if he’d lost his mind. “Of course I would. That’s a damn near one-way ticket to Broadway.” She