Tomorrow, Chelsea Maria returns with “The Colors We Make”.
The change in the four seasons can prompt changes in us as human beings and the world around us. For Milan Butler, the change in the seasons meant her days of juggling books and late-night studying concluded and she would graduate from law school. Following in her Mothers footsteps, Milan pushed her dreams of becoming a psychologist aside and picked up the gavel. Needing to release the frustration of not having the courage to take control over her life, she seeks comfort in the arms of not one but two men.
Open the dictionary and look up loyalty and sacrifice. There, you will find a picture of Hendrix Gordon. Owning one of the largest paper and printing outsourcing companies in South Florida, Hendrix and his family lived a life of many luxuries. A late night of celebration caused Hendrix to make a decision that would later shift his entire empire. After spending seven years in prison for taking the rap for a loved one, Hendrix is a free man with one goal – take back everything snatched from him.
After crossing paths with Milan, Hendrix knew from the moment her brown eyes lit up from seeing his drawing that she was the one for him, but when is love ever that easy? Giving into the desires of her heart, Milan takes a chance on Hendrix and soon realizes that the colors he painted on paper matched the array of colors he brought into her life. Will the colors they create together brush into a portrait worth hanging, or will the oil and water of their structure not mix and cause their colors to run dry?
The sound of her heels clicking against the wood floor matched the drum of the beat of my heart. I purposely came early to sit in the front waiting area. I loved the walk of a woman. The sway of her hips. Calf muscles exposed thanks to those neck breaking heels. My gaze started at the strappy heels and her white painted toes. The olive-green dress she wore clung to her curved body like a glove.
I turned my hat around and ran a hand over my beard. Milan broke the patient-doctor protocol. She didn’t need to seduce me with the dress or the cherry lips. Whatever she wanted to know about me, I was ready to be forthcoming with the information. Biting my lip I watched as she stretched her hand out to me, giving me a flirtatious smile.
“Nice to see you again Hendrix.” When our hands touched, a charge of electricity surged. I watched as a shiver ran over her body. Knowing the affect I had on her body caused me to grin.
“Good to see you as well Milan.” I stepped back, but she did not attempt to release my hand. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I rubbed the back of her hand, watching her breathing hitch and eyes flutter.
“Ready to get started?” She asked with a shaky voice.
See ya tomorrow!