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
If sexy and adorable had a baby together, the result would be Daniel Collins. He sat huddled at the table they’d commandeered in the break room/kitchen area, that zippered Phillies hoodie he loved so much shielding his eyes.
“Does anyone even use that saying anymore?” she asked.
“What saying?” His eyes remained on his computer screen.
She shook her head. “Never mind. I forgot who I was speaking to.” Going by his music taste, his head was probably filled with stale phrases from the nineties.
Her eyes narrowed as she regarded the excitement dancing in his eyes. “Are you even working over there?” She leaned forward, stretching toward his end of the table. “Will I see a video game on that screen if I come over to your side?”
“Why would I need to play a video game when working in Kotlin is so much more fun?” He stopped typing and removed the hood. “That has to be the coolest shit ever. What other programming language is this seamless?”
“You do realize if you say that to anyone outside of this office they’ll look at you as if you’ve grown a second head, right?”
“People do that already.” A thousand Adderall-addicted butterflies began to dance in her belly at the sight of his teasing grin.
Daniel shoved his hand in the brown paper bag filled with house-made potato chips that came with the sandwiches they’d had delivered and popped one in his mouth. Leaning back in his chair, he said, “So, tell me something. When a company comes to Trendsetters with a project like this, that it needs completed in a short amount of time, is there an extra fee for the rush job?”
“Definitely,” she answered. “A big one.”
His brow arched. “How big?”
“Stupid big, to use phrasing you’d understand.”
His intoxicating grin broadened and Samiah immediately started thinking of other slang she’d heard when binge-watching old episodes of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. If that’s what it took to elicit that smile, she was game.
“You can get an idea of how big the fee is based on the manpower that’s required. The Leyland Group is paying an obscene amount of money if they have both John and me working as co-captains.” She closed her laptop to preserve the battery as she assumed his pose, leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’m not sure if you were told this, but there will be a bonus for being a part of the team. Trendsetters doesn’t keep all those extra earnings. They spread the wealth to the employees who helped to make it happen.”
“Just when I think this company can’t impress me more.” He shook his head. “Now I understand why the turnover rate is so low. Once you land a job here, why would you ever want to leave?”