A Sistah For Mark
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by Kendra Mei Chailyn
Description: Ever have a bad day? Marika is having one for sure! Marika is tired of her boss taking her for granted. When she gets passed over for a position on the Prime Minister's Security detail, she is furious. To make matters worse, she just gets told that she will be playing little miss native tour guide to some big shot businessman from Canada. Mark Hudson is in need of a vacation so he picks the small island of Jamaica. His company is in talks with the Back Fusion Security Company in Jamaica so he asks for a guide. He never expects Marika. As soon as he sees her he knew there was something there, something that heats him up from the inside out. Can Mark handle a sistah? Or is she too much for him to take? Will she be his Caribbean Rose or just a flower who fades away into the passage of time?
eBook Publisher: Red Rose Publishing, 2007 2007-08-09
eBookwise Release Date: August 2007
28 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [30 KB]
Reading time: 16-22 min.
I was there for a good hour and was seriously starting to think about leaving him so he could drive his own ass to Portmore when someone walked over to me.
"You must be Marika Jones," he spoke. I eyed him up and down, looked behind him, around us, and then back at him.
"This is a joke right?" I asked eyeing him suspiciously.
He glanced over his shoulders before turning back to face me with a confused look on his face, "Why do you ask that?"
"Yuh are Mark Hudson?
"I'm Mark Hudson."
I stood there shocked. He wasn't a brotha like I thought. On the contrary, he was the whitest man I had ever seen, brown hair, green eyes and tall and built. One thing was for sure, the man was fine.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to pull myself together, "Please put your stuff in the trunk," I spoke after clearing my throat as I hit the remote and the truck popped open.
"Let me guess," he spoke as he chucked his suitcase into the trunk, shaking the car. "You were expecting a ... how do you say it ... brotha?"
I laughed as I walked around the side of the car and opened the driver's door, "Promise me that you will never say that again."
"What? Didn't I say it right? Wrong word?" he asked as he moved to get into the car.
"It was the right word ... it's just you can't use it."
I got in the car and he piled in beside me. "Why can't I use it?" he wanted to know as I pulled out of the curb and began the drive toward Portmore. He began searching for something along the seat.
I glanced over at him and arched a brow, "What yuh lookin' for?"
"Seat belt," he said then looked up at me, "There isn't one is there?"
"Yuh catch on fast," I laughed and made a left turn down the street where the house was. He laughed and I smiled and shook my head. I glanced over at him to see him looking out as the air through the window ruffled his hair. It was like he was taking in the scenery. I smiled and slowed down just a little to let him take it in a little more.