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airline tickets. Little did I know how useful they would be for my newest project.
    Indigo hadn’t noticed I was there yet, so I stood in the doorway admiring her round, ebony-colored ass and shapely legs. Just the sight of her bare bottom made my nature rise. The first thing that came to my mind was that I should bend her over my desk and take her from behind. I was sure she’d be down for it. She was one hell of a sex kitten, and much more attractive than I had given her credit for in the club. Too bad she didn’t have the brains to match.
    I still couldn’t believe she went for that vice president of Def Jam Records crap I’d thrown at her. It always amazed me how powerful something as simple as a business card could be. When I approached her in the club after her little karaoke performance, of course she didn’t have a damn thing to say to me. She put her hand in my face and turned her head like I wasn’t even there. It was pretty obvious she was still upset about the way I’d refused to buy her a drink. I knew I’d have to treat this situation a little differently to get her attention, so instead of running my usual bullshit I just handed her a business card and walked away. There was no need to make a scene. If I was lucky, she’d look at my card and maybe give me a call in a couple of days. Otherwise, I was pretty sure she was a regular at the bar, so I’d have to work up a Plan B and come back to try again. At least that’s what I thought. But I couldn’t have been more wrong, because I hadn’t even gotten fifteen feet before she was tugging on my arm.
    “You really work for Def Jam?” She studied my face. Maybe she was looking for signs that I was lying, but it didn’t matter. I put on an Academy Award–worthy performance.
    “Yeah, and?” I gave her this cold stare like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
    “So what’s up? Why’d you give me this card?”
    “What you think?” I glanced at my watch as if she were wasting my time. “I like the way you sing. I’m thinking about signing you up to a management contract.”
    “Really?” Her eyes got wide with excitement, but then quickly squinted with suspicion. “You serious? This ain’t no line just to get some ass, is it?”
    “Look, if I wanted some ass I would have bought you that drink earlier and we’d be halfway to my place by now. I don’t have time for games, so either have a seat so we can talk business or move it along.”
    She glanced at the card again, then nodded. “Okay, let’s talk, but this time you’re gonna buy me a drink.”
    I agreed, and the rest is history. Two hours later we were on my couch making love.
     
    “You know, that could be you someday if you work hard.” I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She was fingering the frame of one of the gold records. I almost laughed. Women can be so damn gullible.
    “You think so? You think I can really be like them?” She looked back at me with a smile full of wishes.
    “Yeah, I think so.” I gave her a reassuring kiss. “You’ve got more raw talent than half the people I’ve handled. I just wish you had a demo done, ’cause I’d really like for Russell to hear your voice when I meet with him next week.”
    “You said the same thing last night.” She frowned. “We really need a demo, don’t we?”
    “Yeah, we really do.” I gave an exaggerated sigh. “And we need one fast.”
    “Why can’t we just go over to Def Jam and use their studio?”
    “Like I told you last night, it’s against company policy. I can’t use our studio for an unsigned artist. I could get fired. And if I get fired, I can’t help you.”
    “Well, why don’t we use a private studio? I know you must know somebody with a private studio we can use.”
    “Sure, I know lots of people with studios, but they’re not cheap.”
    “How much will it cost?” She was starting to sound desperate.
    “More than you have, I’m sure.” I let go of her waist and sat at