BWWM Interracial Romance 1: Professional Relations Read Online Free PDF

sisters, Abigail was the more “hippy-like,” preferring to wear flowing, comfortable clothes and making her money in natural medicine, while Regina worked her way up the corporate ladder, committing to a life of business professional attire and makeup.
    Abigail spotted Regina approaching. “Reggie!” she called out, rushing to her. “Oh, little girl, you look so good!” Abigail hugged her tightly, and Regina breathed in the smell of lavender and rose oil that clung to her skin and the flower water she treated her hair with. Abigail was almost exactly the same height as Regina—perhaps an inch shorter—and her work, including massage and chiropractic adjustments—had given her strength and vibrancy.
    “Abby!” Regina said, holding her sister tightly. “Big girl, it’s so good to see you.” They had started calling each other “little girl” and “big girl” as a joke when they had been children—the nicknames had stuck, with their parents even referring to them that way. Regina admired the strength and confidence that her older sister constantly displayed; Abigail, she thought, would never have been in an abusive relationship in the first place, much less stayed in it once the abuse started. Abigail had told her on multiple occasions that it could happen to anyone—pointing out that it happened to men who outweighed their wives and in same-sex relationships as well—and that she shouldn’t be ashamed.
    The two sisters went into the café, where they were seated immediately by the hostess; they made a habit of visiting the particular restaurant, so much so that every single member of the staff knew them, and knew their favorite menu items. Regina indulged in the macaroni and cheese with bacon and leek, with a side of zucchini fritters, while Abigail tended to get the collard green gratin with the catch of the day.
    “Changing it up today, ladies?” their waiter asked them, grinning at the excited women.
    “Nope, same as usual, Charlie,” Abigail told him. “Unless you want to add a little taste of something new for free.” Charlie laughed, shaking his head.
    “I’ll bring you both your drinks, and put your orders in.” Abigail and Regina loved the café not just for its magnificent food, but also for the house-made sangria—sweet and tart, served cold in the summer and hot in the winter. They made a point of having it every time. Abigail was looking at Regina intently, her dark eyes seeming to take in every detail that might have possibly changed since the last time they had met.
    “What’s troubling you?” Abigail asked, getting directly to the point as she always did.
    Regina started out with the positive aspects of her new position, telling her sister about her new boss and the people she had on her team. She then explained the major project she’d been assigned to, and how it was a huge opportunity.
    “The downside is that I have to work with this jerk, Bradley. I swear to God I can’t stand that man—he gets on my nerves constantly.”
    Abigail raised an eyebrow. “Just what does this jerk Bradley do?”
    Regina told her about the confrontation that happened on her first day, and how ever since then Bradley had constantly attempted to undermine her. She described their argument after the client meeting, sitting back and taking a sip of her sangria.
    “You know I love you, Reggie, but you are determined to face the same issues over and over again without learning,” Abigail said, smiling to soften the criticism. “This Bradley guy is trying to make you buckle—he’s probably gotten all high and mighty because of his job, and he’s threatened by you being there, doing your usual awesome work.”
    Regina could see the logic in her sister’s words. It made sense; she knew from experience that usually bullies had a reason for targeting whoever they did. “So what do I do about it? I have to work with him.”
    Abigail shrugged, taking a bite of her gratin. “You have to show him