Novels by Shellable0911

Chapter 3Andrew Moore Jr. “MISS Ryan-Alexander,” I corrected myself and raised one eyebrow in confusion and accepted her handshake. She squeezed my hand tight. If she were a man I would have thought she was overcompensating for something. But seeing this absolute bombshell of a woman standing in front of me, I knew instantly she wasn’t overcompensating for anything. She had a commanding presence about her. She was confident. She was bold. It was clear she was in charge here. I felt my cheeks burn a tad bit. I was here le

Josh handed me my toiletry bag and a pink flannel shirt on a hanger."PINK Josh?! REALLY! PINK?" I thought he knew me better than this."It was all that was clean." He shrugged."Bullshit. BULLshit!" I let my most southern draw escape. For whatever reason, swear words just had more of a twang in my mouth that others."I know for a fact there are at least 3 baskets of CLEAN clothes in my room.""First of all, how the sans hell am I supposed to know whats clean and whats dirty in that pig pen of yours? Second, even if I DID know what was clean this meeting is too important for you to wear some wrinkled ass shirt from the bottom of the hamper. And you know its okay for women to wear pink sometimes.Third you could have picked out your own damn shirt if you hadn't volunteered to come do this job for the pastor. So I think the words you were lookin for are "thank you."”"Correction: volunTOLD. I did not vo

A thick bead of sweat dripped off my forehead. I had been crawling around in this attic since seven this morning, judging by my increasing perspiration and from the subtle growling from my stomach, I was sure it was almost lunch time. My thermos of coffee was long gone. Coffee! Lunch!Damn.I completely forgot about the “brunch lunch” meeting I had this morning. The thought of sipping mimosas while trying to secure a contract made me want to vomit. Don’t get me wrong, I loved mimosas as much as the next gal, but how exactly was I suppose to prove myself better than the guys over mimosas? It is hard enough to get most men to respect me once they realize I am in fact female. Occasionally I had to use my family name to keep investors from walking away. There was a fine dance between being confident as a woman contractor and having to use my clout as a Hamilton. But I left all of that up to Josh. He was the one that made all of my appointments.

Josh handed me my toiletry bag and a pink flannel shirt on a hanger."PINK Josh?! REALLY! PINK?" I thought he knew me better than this."It was all that was clean." He shrugged."Bullshit. BULLshit!" I let my most southern draw escape. For whatever reason, swear words just had more of a twang in my mouth that others."I know for a fact there are at least 3 baskets of CLEAN clothes in my room.""First of all, how the sans hell am I supposed to know whats clean and whats dirty in that pig pen of yours? Second, even if I DID know what was clean this meeting is too important for you to wear some wrinkled ass shirt from the bottom of the hamper. And you know its okay for women to wear pink sometimes.Third you could have picked out your own damn shirt if you hadn't volunteered to come do this job for the pastor. So I think the words you were lookin for are "thank you."”"Correction: volunTOLD. I did not vo

A thick bead of sweat dripped off my forehead. I had been crawling around in this attic since seven this morning, judging by my increasing perspiration and from the subtle growling from my stomach, I was sure it was almost lunch time. My thermos of coffee was long gone. Coffee! Lunch!Damn.I completely forgot about the “brunch lunch” meeting I had this morning. The thought of sipping mimosas while trying to secure a contract made me want to vomit. Don’t get me wrong, I loved mimosas as much as the next gal, but how exactly was I suppose to prove myself better than the guys over mimosas? It is hard enough to get most men to respect me once they realize I am in fact female. Occasionally I had to use my family name to keep investors from walking away. There was a fine dance between being confident as a woman contractor and having to use my clout as a Hamilton. But I left all of that up to Josh. He was the one that made all of my appointments.