money and what looks like drugs and guns, and a few that actually had dead bodies. I have no clue who the men were or why Michael had these photos. I couldn’t figure out why he had this stuff. I mean, he was an attorney, or so I thought. I just remember falling to my knees and shaking. If he was a part of stuff like this, what else could he do? Was he going to kill me too?” Taking a deep breath, I wipe the tears away from my eyes, my cheeks feel puffy and warm. “I packed the rest of his stuff up over the next few weeks and sent it to where he was staying. Him coming to the house was not an option. I kept the flash drive and photos and hid them in the vanity by the door. You know the one,” I ask, looking up at Isabelle, she smiles at me.
“You still have that old vanity we played with when we were kids? Your grandmother was always and forever hiding treats in there for us,” she smiles warmly at me as we remember some of the few good times in my life. Nodding, I continue.
“I was scared, but trying to be smart.”
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An Inconvenient Dare
by Bethany Lopez
Chapter One
“Y OU SERIOUSLY NEED to loosen up,” Ella said, her eyes narrowed as she watched Vanessa over the rim of her whiskey sour. “It’s been what … years since you’ve had sex?”
Vanessa rolled her eyes to try and play off her best friend’s statement, but her hand tightened around the stem of her wine glass. “I’ve been focused on my career.”
It was true. She’d spent the last six years working her ass off to learn as much as she could, and had worked her way up that ladder at Smithson’s PR back in Detroit. A few months ago, when a position opened up at Fine PR in Miami, she’d jumped at the chance to move closer to Ella, whom she met in college.
“More like obsessed,” Ella accused as she tossed back the amber liquid. “It’s time to get a little crazy and achieve an orgasm with another person in the room. Preferably a hot male.”
Vanessa bit back a sarcastic reply when she realized Ella had a point. When was the last time she’d been with a man? Had it really been two years? Beginning to feel the tingly glow of liquid courage, she looked around the party with a slight frown.
“I know most of these people from work, so even if I did decide to throw caution to the wind and pick up a guy, I couldn’t. I don’t mix business with pleasure, you know that.”
Ella looked at her beautiful friend. Vanessa’s rich chestnut hair was loose and flowing down her back, and the little black dress she wore showcased her killer long legs. It really was a crime that Vanessa was always so focused on moving up to the next level in her career, that she never allowed herself a little fun. Ella was determined to change that tonight.
“You never mix pleasure with pleasure,” she argued, biting back a smile when her perfectly posh friend stuck out her tongue in defense. “There has got to be at least one hot guy here who has nothing to do with your PR firm, or the Miami Thunder, and I’m going to find him.”
“Wait,” Vanessa said, her tongue darting out to lick her lips nervously. “What am I going to do while you search?”
Ella smirked at her friend and replied, “Drink up … I think you’re going to need something to grease those wheels.”
“Gross,” Vanessa grumbled, then watched with mild panic as Ella left her and began to circle the room. Taking Ella’s advice, she knocked back the rest of her red, then casually walked to the bar to order another.
“There’s the lady of the hour,” Vanessa’s boss, Derek Fine, said, reaching out a hand to stop her after her trip to the bar.
“Just doing my job,” Vanessa said humbly, even though her insides were glowing at the compliment.