Read Her Little Black Book for Free Online

cake-cutting, which hadn’t seemed to bother anyone, least of all Sonya. Courtney had a feeling Sonya was totally disgusted with Joe anyway, probably the same way Courtney was totally disgusted with her own father.
    She sighed deeply. While she was still this keyed up, there was something she wanted to do. She padded on bare feet into her bedroom and opened the drawer where she had placed Sonya’s little black book. Smiling, she pulled it out and eagerly flipped to the page she had marked and the name she wanted.
    Harper Isaac.
    She had done her homework this week and researched him in the city directory. Harper Isaac was six years older than she, an executive at the Sun Flower Bank, and had worked there for over five years. She’d also discovered he was a graduate from a college up north and, like most people living in Orlando, was a transplant. She was proud
to have been born and raised here and always found it to be a good conversation piece.
    Sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, she reached out and picked up the phone. Unlike her cell number, it couldn’t be traced; therefore, it wouldn’t ID her on the man’s phone. She wanted the element of mystery to remain on her side. She inhaled again, deciding to go ahead and do this before she got cold feet. Courtney quickly began dialing the phone number and nearly held her breath when the phone began to ring.
    â€œHello.”
    She felt the bottom of her stomach drop. He sounded good, with his deep and sexy Barry White voice.
    â€œHello.”
    She decided to speak up when he repeated the greeting. The last thing she wanted was for him to get annoyed and end the call. “Hello, how are you doing?” she asked in a calm, collected, and what she hoped was a sultry tone.
    â€œI’m doing just fine. What about you?”
    â€œLikewise.” She could just imagine his smile about now. Men were certainly different from women. If a mysterious man called her and didn’t immediately identify himself, he would soon be hearing the phone slam in his ear, yet this guy hadn’t even asked her who she was. “It’s a beautiful night, don’t you think?”
    She heard his smooth chuckle. “Yes, I think so, as well.” There was a pause, and then, “And who am I talking to?”
    Courtney smiled. Finally, he wants to know . She knew the rule: first names only. “This is Courtney.”

    â€œHello, Courtney.”
    Her smile spread to the far corners of her lips. The huskiness of his voice was definitely a turn-on. “Hello, Harper.” There, I’ve just established the fact that I know his name and haven’t dialed a wrong number .
    â€œSo, Courtney, have we met before?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œThen when can we meet?”
    Picking up a guy was just this simple. He hadn’t even bothered asking how she got his number. “When do you want to meet, Harper?”
    â€œWhat about tomorrow?”
    Boy, he’s anxious, she thought. “I’ve already made plans for tomorrow. What about next Friday?”
    â€œThat long?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œOkay, then, Friday will work. Just name the place.”
    â€œCity Jazz.”
    â€œOne of my favorite places.”
    It was also one of hers. City Jazz at Universal City Walk was a nightclub that combined impromptu live performances and music education to create the world’s foremost jazz facility. She frequented it often and knew most of the staff. Forever steering on the side of caution, she preferred getting together there with a man she would be meeting for the first time. “I can meet you there at nine, Friday night. Will that be okay?”
    â€œYes, that will be fine. And how will I know you from the others that will be there?”
    Good question . She hadn’t thought that far ahead and
had no idea what she would be wearing. Umm, except for one particular item. “I’ll be wearing a dolphin heart