A Taste of Spring

Chapter 2

SPRING

The chimes of her ringing cell phone rankled Spring Lafayette's nerves. She turned her attention from the passing scenery of city life and settled back into the backseat of the taxi. Spring glanced at the cell phone in her hand then up at the rearview mirror. Her eyes met the driver's gaze through the reflective image.

The driver, a young woman with purple hair and considerable patience, smiled.

Spring offered a half smile as she worked on calming her pounding heart which overshadowed the continuous ringing of her phone, but not enough for her to ignore it. She groaned as she tapped the answer button.

"Listen Springy, I've thought about it and you don't have to do this."

(Yes, I do.)

sound confident. "We talked about this already." She waited for her sister's response but whatever Summer planned to say was replaced by

to do

say, but it came out as a comment-cough combo.

call you if I need

moved her finger over her email icon. She opened the email her sister forwarded to her and went over the information she needed to

fit the bill perfectly and brought the green out in her hazel eyes.

box braids, was pulled into a messy, stylish French

Minimal-Spring never wore much makeup when she wasn't working-a little mascara, a little liner,

out slow even breaths. She attempted to calm her racing mind and dispel any assumptions about her sister's line of work

paid pieces of flesh. They are intelligent, respectable people who provide companionship for clients who have no time or desire to search for it. Clients are generally not hard up perverts who just want to get the escort naked. Most of

her sister's life, but she owed Summer and she meant to pay her back, or start a payment plan of sorts, and taking her place on this date was

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