Ryder Pictures of attractive women were scattered all over my work space. After going over each one, I separated it into two separate piles: yes and no. There was no group that consisted of "maybe" for me. Either they did or did not resemble what the producer had envisioned for the final product. I attempted to dispel the idea that I wouldn't find the one in here by rolling my shoulders back in an effort to do so. My eyes started to itch as the stunning, symmetrical, dark-eyed women began to run together in a pack. I didn't usually collaborate with artists who were in the middle of their careers and somewhat unknown, but the producer, Julius Lewis, was one of my closest friends. Andrew, a mutual friend of both of us, came over and sat back in one of my conference chairs before remarking, "It's kind of like Tinder." "Except for the fact that you continue to print garbage." He had one of his ankles crossed over his knee, and at the same time he was browsing through his phone while
Lexie I had to squint as I stepped out onto the back patio of the Mediterranean stone home because the early morning sun was beaming so brightly from behind the white clouds that were blowing in the wind. Even though the sky was still a hazy yellow color, I knew that in exactly one hour, it will transform into a brilliant blue color. After giving it some thought, I decided to go around the freshwater pool, where a small mist of steam rose from the warm water, and then down the stone steps to the beach instead of sitting in the hammock at the far end of the terrace to observe the shift. The beach, according to Samantha, my best friend and closest confidante, is not very good. "I mean, it's not like Zlatni Rat or Nugal or Sunj. There are no sand beaches or waterfalls to be found here. Even though the water is wonderful, you ought to adjust your expectations accordingly." When it happened, I couldn't believe it, and I still can't believe it now. It's hard for me to fathom the poss
Ryder No matter how impressive Samantha's sister appeared to be, I was unable to offer an entry-level position to her friend. The number of persons who applied for such jobs was close to the number of people who submitted headshots. There were literally hundreds of individuals vying for a spot on the lowest rung of the most impressively glistening ladder. It didn't make any sense to give Lexie a job in the mailroom because she was going to law school in a year, despite the fact that I didn't mind a small bit of favoritism for family members or friends. Instead, I collaborated with human resources to organize a paid internship with a defined termination date that was equivalent in pay to an entry-level position. After that, I requested Mina to pick up the girl at the airport and had my house management get her apartment ready for her arrival. After that, I stopped giving it any more thought. I was quite busy with several things. The business had been struggling for a few years,
Lexie Samantha's dad looked upset. I had the feeling of being a cat that had been submerged in water and then spit out of the water. The expression on his face moved from bewildered to shocked to enraged in the space of a few seconds. Now, it was growing easier to understand each other and was becoming more similar to the way we used to converse when we first started college. He was approaching me at the same time that he was replacing his phone in the pocket of his coat. "Apologies, Lexie. There was no sign of you when I looked." Nevertheless, he had. I had no doubt that he had taken note of me. I wasn't sure whether it was him, but I had that sixth feeling that all girls have, and it told me that someone was looking at me. I just didn't know who it was. To restore my poise, I tried to regain my calmness and answered, "No, I should be the one to apologize." "Instead of driving myself, I should have gotten a taxi." I couldn't bring myself to admit that the concept made me n
Ryder Therefore, Kim employed a dummy to shadow me. The obvious stupidity was immediately apparent to me. He was parked directly outside the entrance gates of my community, and when he went on the road behind me, he didn't even allow me a head start to get around him. In order to let him know that I was aware of what he was doing, I gave him a quick wave in the rearview mirror. I saw a smile expand across his broad face as the corners of his lips pulled his cheeks up into round scoops. He was brave enough to wave back, and I saw the smile spread across his wide face. I expressed my disgust by shaking my head. Kim obtained the services of a low-cost private investigator who followed me on the highway and approached my clients to get autographs. I was considering giving her a call and making an offer of one hundred thousand dollars to find someone who is less bothersome. The moron trailed me all the way to my place of employment and even attempted to follow me into the parking garage
Lexie If I had previously thought he appeared angry at the airport, it's only because I hadn't seen him in a truly angry state before. The way his dark brows were drawn together and the way the skin on his face was pulled so tightly that it stretched over his bones gave him an extremely menacing appearance right at this moment. I made a poor decision and am already starting to feel bad about it. I was aware that it was a poor plan, but Samantha had been so adamant about it. Her words of encouragement came back to torment me. "Oh, come on, Lexie. He is quite interested in having lunch with you. He does not strike fear in me at all. He is my father! That means, considering the fact that I am your older sister, he is essentially your father. When that happened, I came very close to swallowing my tongue. "Oh, no! He's not!" But she had laughed and coaxed, and of course I'd gotten off the phone with her absolutely persuaded that I'd misread Ryder all wrong and that he really did want
RyderI did not give it any conscious thought before raising my hand to ward Lexie off. She was uncertain, her blue eyes widening as she deliberated. Once more, the sunlight was illuminating her, and the tiny diamond studs that were embedded in her earlobes were reflecting the light.Her pink lips were curled into a smile, and the brisk pace I had set on the walk here had caused her cheeks to become flushed with color. She appeared to be breathtakingly gorgeous and heartbreakingly young. Momentarily, I wished that I hadn't intervened and stopped her. I didn't just want a friendly embrace from her, but I wanted to feel her arms wrap around me anyway. I wanted her to lean her head back and press the entirety of her body against mine so that I could test whether or not her lips were as supple as they appeared to be. I also wanted to taste her lips to see if they were as smooth as they appeared.It caused me to become irrationally angry, and as a result, my tone was harsher than I had int
LexieMy cheeks felt like they were on fire the entire afternoon as I tried to hold back the tears. Even Victoria, the brand development specialist whose desk was immediately adjacent to mine and who had barely said "good morning" to me when I introduced myself, commented on the matter. It appears that she was not invited to lunch either because when I walked in the room, she was sitting at her desk eating a salad while looking a little bewildered and a lot embarrassed.She asked me this question as I sank numbly into my uncomfortable chair. "Did you get a sunburn?" she inquired. I had earlier observed that everyone else had a fancy chair that was also ergonomic. Now I could barely feel the hard, uncushioned seat or the strange curve of the back that seemed designed to puncture the spine. Both of these features seemed intentionally designed to cause pain in the spine.“What?” I inquired while attempting to support my arms on the armrests of the chair before realizing that it did not h