Love Across Colors (Urban BWWM Interracial Romance) Read Online Free

he said and winked at her.
                  After he walked off she turned over the piece of paper and almost fell off her chair when she realized it was his business card. Helen returned at that instant to witness the act and now rushed over to inquire.
                  “What? What was it?” she asked.
                  “He left me his number,” she said and turned to the woman in wide
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eyed wonder.
                  Helen grabbed the piece of paper from her. “Wow. Seems he was looking at you after all.”
                  “Maybe it was to call him back about his follow
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up meeting,” Melinda said, trying not to sound too hopeful.
                  “And he wouldn’t have given that to Mr. Walker? He walked off and came back to give that to you. You had better call that man,” Helen advised.
                  “Me? What do I say? Why didn’t he take mine if that was what he wanted?” she asked.
                  “Because then it would have seemed unprofessional. Him leaving you his number was easier to do under the circumstances. You need to get out more
,
and if ever there was a reason, that is one,” she said as she pointed after the man who had just left.
                  Melinda’s heart fluttered
,
and she placed her hand over the spot to quiet en it. “I can’t believe it,” she beamed.
                  “Believe it, and call the man,” Helen said as she walked off before they
would
should attract the attention of more than just the office snitch.
                  The rest of the day was a blur for Melinda as her only thought was on this man and what this would mean if she did get together with him. Several times throughout the day Helen would pass by and mouth the words ‘call him’ to her, but she would wave her off each time. By the time Melinda was ready to go home, her nerves were jelly and she could not bring herself to call the man at all. She slipped out of the office before Helen
could
should railroad her into calling and hurried down the street and to the bus station.
                  On the way home, Marcus rushed to meet her as always, but today, she didn’t have the nerve to chase him away. “Hi
,
Marcus,” she said even though she kept walking.
                  The young man almost fainted that she was actually being civil for a change. “What has gotten into you today?” he asked.
                  “What? You always talk
,
and now that I answer you are surprised? If you never expected me to be nice, why did you keep talking?”
                  “I didn’t say I didn’t want you to answer; I was just thrown for a second. So how was your day?” he asked her.
                  “I had a wonderful day, thank you,” she smiled. Some of his friends called to him now
,
and she could see the regret on his face.
                  “I have to go and deal with something, but I still want to have this conversation with you. Can I come to your place later?” he persisted.
                  Melinda patted him on the cheek and smiled. “Not today
,
Marcus. Won’t happen,” and she walked off before he could find any other words to say. Melinda was walking with a spring in her step now , and only for an idea; after all, she had said nothing to Mr. Rutherford, but just the idea that he had shown interest was enough to make her swoon. By the time she walked through the door, she was beaming like a beacon on a hill
,
and her illuminating presence could not escape her father.
                  “Must have been a great day,” he said as he walked toward s her.
                  She grinned. “What makes you say that? This day was like any other,” she teased.
                  “Oh no. Every other day you drag yourself here like the world is on