I HATE YOU... LET'S FUCK!

Tatiana & Foster Book 1

^{- A Sexy Interracial BWWM Erotic Short Story from Steam Books}

Crystal White

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“I’d like you to oversee the convention on Wednesday.”

Tatiana’s boss, Mr. Spring, continued, “You’re one of our brightest employees and I think you’ll be able to keep everything organized and get us some new clients.”

“Thank you, sir. That’s a big honor.”

“It is,” he agreed. “Foster will be going with you to help out.”

Tatiana unsuccessfully tried to hide her sneer. “Why Foster, sir?”

“Why not?”

“He’s just so…pretentious.”

“He comes from money so he’s used to it. He’s a good kid. He’s a good worker and he’ll help you. He’s fantastic at smoozing and that’s what these big clients like.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course,” she said, trying to sound respectful.

“Try to act professional, Tatiana. You two may not like each other, but this is an important convention and we can’t afford to lose any clients due to it.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” She smiled tightly and walked out of the office.

Tatiana couldn’t stand Foster. Calling him pretentious was putting it mildly. He was the most annoying creature she had ever had the displeasure of working with. He acted like everything was a big joke. He was in his early thirties but he acted like he was twelve-years-old half the time.

She sat down heavily at her desk and blew out a sigh. She twirled a finger around her long black hair as she stared at her computer screen. But she was a professional. She could do this. She could shove aside all her feelings and deal with him for one day.

“Hey,” Foster said, walking up and leaning a hip against her desk. “So I guess we’re going to the convention together tomorrow night.”

“I guess so.”

“You could try to pretend you aren’t pained by the mere thought of it.”

“I don’t have to start pretending until we’re actually at the convention.”

“What have I ever done to piss you off so badly?”

“You don’t like me any more than I like you, Foster, so don’t even try to BS me.”

“I don’t like you because you’re a frigid bitch. But I don’t understand why you don’t like me.”