Chapters (36)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Epilogue
- Discover More
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- EARLY READERS ARE LOVINGTHE BOYFRIEND PROJECT
She climbed off his lap while she still had the strength to do so and resumed her spot on the sofa. She picked up the document she’d been reviewing, resentment building with each word she read. She’d been working on this project for Trendsetters all day. It was the weekend. Her time. She should have been working on her app.
She’d decided to forgo any work on Just Friends when she’d agreed to work at Daniel’s, still reticent when it came to divulging her concept to someone with the knowledge to take the idea and make it their own. But she no longer had that fear. She trusted him.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” Samiah asked.
He set the glass of milk on the coffee table, slight alarm in his eyes. “About?” he said, wiping the back of his hand across his lips.
“It’s nothing bad,” she said. “It’s actually pretty cool. At least I think it is.”
Sensing his confusion, Samiah reached into her bag and took out her personal iPad. She clicked onto the app design and handed it to him.
“What’s this?”
“A project I’ve been toying with off and on for a few years. About a month ago I decided to finally do something about it.”
He studied the screen for a moment, his forehead creasing in confusion. “Is this a dating app?”
“Not exactly. It’s an app for finding platonic relationships instead of romantic ones. I call it Just Friends.”
Fighting off the niggle of trepidation skirting along her spine, she gave him a more detailed explanation of the app’s features than she’d given to Taylor and London, knowing he would understand the technology behind the design.
“It also has its own social network,” Samiah added.
“And the vendors? This isn’t like the normal advertising you see on most platforms. Users will know about this upfront, right?”
She nodded. “It’s one of the reasons I’m hoping users will sign up for it, because they want those curated experiences.”
“This is genius, Samiah.” He continued staring at the iPad with unabashed awe. “Honestly, I’m blown away.”
She tried not to preen too much, but damn, it was hard. Humility had never been her strong suit. “Surprised no one has come up with something like this before, aren’t you?”
He studied her face for a moment then slowly shook his head. “Actually, I’m not. I’m not surprised at all that you were able to conceive something no one else has thought to do.” His eyes roamed her face, the brown orbs round with wonder. “I’ve witnessed how that brilliant brain of yours works. It’s an amazing tool, one that continues to enthrall me more and more every second I’m around you.”