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This scene follows the one from Saturday, right over here, where we got to see Thomas the morning after their session at Black Light. Now, we get to see Maddie’s…
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Sitting in the break room, Maddie picked up her phone again and started a new text: I’m not sure dinner on Wednesday is a good ide-
Backspacing she erased the twelfth attempt at a text to Thomas and slammed her phone down on the table, spearing her salad with an angry fork jab. If she were a decent human being she would cancel the date with him. He was kind, a veritable nice guy, who also happened to be incredibly hot and kinky and everything her darkest fantasies had ever dreamed up. Maddie groaned to herself. Representative Thomas Hathaway, democrat from New York, did not deserve to be used like some cheap ticket.
How are you supposed to get back inside Black Light without him?
Right. That was the issue, because there was no way she could get past Danny Security again, and the likelihood of getting another savior was slim to none.
Do you even want someone else?
She growled under her breath, stabbing another bite of salad to shove in her mouth so she wouldn’t start cussing, because she didn’t want anyone else. If it were a perfect world she would have met Thomas in a normal way, and there’d be no complications in trying out everything hidden in that club buried underneath Runway. No issues with having dinner on Wednesday. No problems except for the normal ones, but life seemed to take great joy in screwing her over.
As if the gods were listening, her phone buzzed with a text message, but it wasn’t Thomas this time – it was Antoine from the Post. Fuckity fuck. All it said was ‘call me’.
Swallowing her last bite of food she took a sip of her diet coke and pressed the call button. It rang twice before Antoine answered, “Hey, Maddie.”
“Hey! How is everything?” she tried to sound peppy, but he didn’t return the favor.
“Listen, I want to help you out, but you’ve got to give me something. They’ve filled the other open position, and I can’t stall on the last one forever. You either have a story, or you don’t.”
“I’m working on one, right now, and it’s going to be big, I swear.” Maddie put her forehead in her hand, feeling the guilt twist a little further.
“You’ve been telling me that for weeks. I’m not just being an asshole, you wouldn’t be able to pull this if you worked here either. Can you at least give me an outline?” Antoine was trying to help her out, and she knew it, but she also didn’t want to hand the story over to him. They were only friends, acquaintances really, and she couldn’t trust him with something this big.
It had to be hers.
“I’m still researching, but I have a way into the place now. I’m gathering names and details, and I swear it will be a big story.”
“Maddie…” He sighed. “You know I believe in you. The first time we met I told you that I saw the spark in you, that hunger for a good story. You could be a great reporter if you just get after it. Pound the pavement, do the grunt work, get –”
“I am, Antoine! And it’s kind of hard to do this without any support, you know? I’m the one that caught onto this thing, I’m the one that’s spent weeks pounding the fucking pavement, as you say, to get the details on this story. I just got a break in it last night, and I’ll get you the story, I just need time!” She’d raised her voice, and she felt bad about it, but her heart was racing. It felt like her dream of working at the Washington Post was dangling by a slowly unraveling thread, and Antoine was holding a pair of scissors ready to just cut it completely.
Silence reigned for a moment, and she thought about apologizing for her outburst, but he spoke first. “Alright. Shit, Maddie, I want you to work here, but you’ve got no experience and I’m putting my neck out anyway. This better be a fucking amazing story, got me?”
“It is, I swear. I swear to you, it’s got front page written all over it.” Relief washed through her, and she found herself nodding at the coke machine as if Antoine could see her.
“Okay, just give me a hint. What’s the subject matter?”
“Sex,” she said it softly, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she remembered the feeling of Thomas’ hand between her legs, the delirious orgasm he’d pulled from her with expert skill.
“Sex always sells. I’m assuming there’s a politician involved?”
“More than one.” Her blush went full crimson, the heat in her cheeks almost uncomfortable.
“Well, well, well, that does sound like a good story, Maddie.” Antoine blew out a breath and she could hear him shuffling papers. “How long do you need?”
“Another week or two.”
“You’ve got it, but you owe me. Bring me something hot and the job is yours.”
Hope filled her up from the inside, crushing the guilt to a pinpoint. “Thank you, Antoine. Seriously, thank you. I won’t disappoint you, I promise.”
“I look forward to hearing more about it. Email me an outline as soon as you can.”
“Definitely.”
“Bye, Maddie.” He hung up before she could say goodbye in return, but it didn’t matter. She had his attention again, and assurance that the job was hers. By next month she’d be a reporter at The Washington Post, and she’d be out of Daily Saver D.C.’s dimly lit offices forever.
Cradling the phone in her hand she pulled up Thomas’ text message again: ‘Just checking to make sure you got home alright. Looking forward to Wednesday night.’
Taking a deep breath she replied: ‘Thanks! I did, sorry I didn’t text last night. Wednesday works great, where did you want to meet?’
She cleaned up her lunch and tossed the remnants in the trash, refilling her water bottle before she headed back to her desk. It hadn’t been more than a couple of minutes when her phone buzzed with a text from Thomas: ‘Fiola at 8:00. I’m glad you messaged, I was starting to worry you’d changed your mind.’
“If only you were that lucky,” Maddie mumbled under her breath, but it only took another thought of standing in the Washington Post offices to get her fingers moving again. It was wrong, but her dreams were so close, so fucking close.
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If you’re not already in the mood to shout at Maddie, just wait! She has some heavy choices in her lap, but there’s still so much more to come in this incredibly hot book! >>> 1-click it now! Now, next week I might be switching to sharing the exciting new anthology coming out just in time for Valentine’s Day from eight very creative and deviant authors – all set in the world of Black Light. Curious? I hope you are!
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