James warned her Parker Mills could smell bullshit instantly and he didn't play when it came to money owed to him. If she stayed honest and truthful and stayed realistic, she had a chance.

When the doors to the conference opened, it came quite a surprise to see that Parker Mills was an African American male who looked no older than about twenty-nine. He walked like there was a stick up his ass and with the bi-focal and stiff three piece dark grey Armani suit, he was definitely the stiff prick James had describe. This was the first time she had met anyone of African-American nature who possessed money so much money and she knew this would be an even bigger challenge than what she had thought it would be.

She could have handled it better if he was white and on top of that he was very handsome if one looked past those awful glasses.

He regarded her nonchalantly as he closed the door and told his secretary not to bother him until he was done. That made her feel very important and she hoped this was going to go better than what she thought it would go. He approached the conference table looking a little doubtful as he assessed her.

Nicole saw he stood about six feet tall and bullock under the suit. She didn't know if it was fat or just muscle, but either way the suit was definitely tailored rather nicely on him.