Innuendo
"YOU, MS. TAMARA CLARKSON, need some booty."
At the cheeky words, Tam laughed and turned away from her computer keyboard. Normally she used it to enter information into the Dillard Marketing database as part of her temporary gig. But right now there were no assignments on her desk, so she'd been covertly scribbling down a new personal budget that she would never complete anyway, what with her being the mistress of beginning-many-projects-but-hardly-ever-finishing-them.
The speaker, Danica Langston, was wiggling her eyebrows in mischief while leaning against Tam's cubicle. The mild sunshine of a San Francisco September afternoon breathed through the windows and dusted her coworker's dark skin.
This was Tam's first temp job in her new home city. Since being assigned to Dillard two weeks ago, she and Danica had become friends, mainly by bonding through the curse of being single women in the city. Over lunch, they would complain about men and then look out the window to people-watch the nine-to-fivers strolling along the sidewalks of the Financial District. It was a daily ritual — except for Mondays. Danica never failed to disappear that day ... read full excerpt from: Innuendo ebook
