Cora's life was perfect...until it wasn't.
When her friends whisk her away on vacation she finally learns to let her hair down.
But when she comes home, the ghost of vacations past seems to follow her.....
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January 3rd 2001
After a slight panic attack at my desk I grab my cell phone from my bag and head straight for the ladies room to call Sam.
" Pick up...Pick up?" I mutter to myself as I pace nervously.
" What's up shortcake" I hear her cheery voice through the line.
" Samantha" I huff.
" Oh no, what has happened" She knows me too well I would never use her full name.
" What has happened well not much, My morning went well was just a few minutes late into the office because of busy LA traffic but...Oh and i've slept with a client" I say the last part in a shout whisper.
" Wow, Cora it's only 10 in the morning but go for it I guess, thanks for letting me know?"
" Not this morning idiot, that guy from the Bahamas....he's here...with his band, he's the important client Mr. Haynes was talking about"
" Wait wait wait... did you just say band" I roll my eyes.
" Yeah Mötley Crüe, apparently they were a big deal back in the 80s"
" Shut the fuck up..." She says slowly which makes me worried.
" What!? What!?"
" No way, Aidan (her older brother) totally had their records back in the day" She gasps.
" Okay but are we missing the point that I slept with a client? I could get fired!"
" No we are missing the fact that you Cora Daniel's totally had sex with a fucking rockstar" She laughs.
" No I slept with a financial advisor, you know I wouldn't have had sex with him if he was some rockstar womanizer" I argue.
" Bold of you to assume he's a womanizer just because he's a rockstar"
" I've googled him don't try and fool me"
I suddenly hear someone else enter the rest room.
" Sam i've gotta go, fill Ava in and meet me at my place later" I say before hanging up the phone.
I swiftly run back to my desk peeping into the office seeing them all still inside.
I can't believe this, and before anyone thinks i'm pissed because he lied to me about who he is, i'm not. I think I might be more pissed because now I definitely can't sleep with him again because he's a client.
I wonder why they are even here, obviously something to do with publishing but....
I quickly get taken out of my daydream by the sounds of the door opening. I put my head down pretending to type in my computer.
" Thank you for choosing HarperCollins I can assure you, you won't be disappointed" I hear Mr. Haynes kissing his own ass.
"Cora" I look up at them all who now stand in front of my desk.
" Can you show them out please" I stare at Mr Haynes wide eyed at his request.
" But they found their way up here" My response comes out of my mouth before I have time to register what I said.
That earns a very stern look from my boss to which I then stood up.
I walk ahead of the four men not making any conversation, I need to be professional and don't want anyone knowing about my rendezvous with the bass player.
I push the button of the elevator door and watch it open, they begin to pile in all giving me their thanks.
" I'll catch up with you guys in a sec" Nikki says pushing closed the elevator.
I stare up at him forgetting how gorgeous those green eyes are.
" Nice to see you again Amanda" He says sarcastically.
I panic.
" I don't know what you're talking about" I deny.
" Oh please don't play that game with me you know exactly what i'm talking about" He says taking a step closer to me. He's so close I can smell his cologne.
" Alright fine, what do you want me to say...I never thought I would see you again "Brady" which by the way is a lame fake name" I say taking another step back from him.
He laughs.
" Come on you knew it was fake straight away" He smiles.
" Yeah I did, everything else sure was believable but you couldn't come up with a better name"
" Okay i'll admit the name was bad but what difference does it make" He shrugs.
" The difference it makes is that I wouldn't have slept with you if I knew who you really were" I say coldly.
" Wait... you mean you didn't know who I was, I just thought we were playing some sort of game" He replies to which so scrunch my eyebrows.
" No it wasn't a game, look i'm sorry I can't have what happened between us jeopardize my job, I need this job" I say looking into his eyes.
" Yeah don't worry sweetheart I won't be screaming it from the rooftops anytime soon" And with that he opens the elevator doors and leaves.
I stand there dumbfounded, I think I might have insulted him.
" I'm such a jerk" I mutter to myself as I make my way back to my desk.
" Oh finally you're back, I need you to pencil in another meeting with Mötley Crüe for Friday, their managers number is attached to the email I sent you" Mr Haynes says flipping through some papers.
" Sir, can I ask what exactly are Mötley Crüe doing with us?"
" Well they are writing an autobiography, I'll tell you i'm sure they have a lot of stories to tell" He laughs.
" Oh so you know who they are" I ask.
He looks at me skeptically.
" Of course, I used to go to all their gigs in the whiskey back when I was about your age" He smiles.
I try and picture him at a rock gig but quickly shake the image from my brain.
" Don't tell me you don't know who they are" He asks shocked.
Well actually sir I know Nikki pretty well.
" Not really" I say shrugging my shoulders.
" Oh well could've fooled me you got so flustered in their spilling the water I assumed you knew who they were, maybe even had a little crush on one of them" He laughs walking away.
