Page 15 of Rejection Overruled

“I see you’re early,” the low rich tone of Jamal remarked.

I turned at the sound of his voice. “And a good day to you too.”

As we faced each other, I saw how his eyes narrowed, perhaps trying to figure out my game plan. Of course, I couldn’t let on that I had no plan. Therefore, I had to do something.

“Scared?” I asked with a sweet smile.

He snickered. “What is there to be scared of?”

Cocking my head to one side, I stepped close to him. The surprise of my advance registered on his face. I took this as a cue to close the gap between us. Jamal backed up, his back to the wall of the cabin. I leaned in, making sure that my lips brushed his ears ever so slightly.

“I can see the fear in your eyes,” I whispered.

Of course, I was bluffing, but Jamal wouldn’t know that. I relished the closeness of him. His male presence powerfully pulled me in. My nipples hardened as my body reminded me of the last time I enjoyed being with the male species. It was far too long since that happened.

“You’re only looking for someone to screw with Brooke,” he returned, his voice heavy.

I stepped back, searching his eyes, while at the same time surprised at his response. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I heard you tell your friend that you hadn’t orgasm in months,” he replied.

“So?”

“Am I just a slab of meat to you?” he feigned being hurt, placing a hand on his heart. “That hurts you know.”

I advanced once more, this time pressing my breasts into his chest, my hips moved ever so slightly as I pushed my pelvis forward.

“Do you know how many men would give anything to hear a woman scream in ecstasy?” I asked, tracing his jawline with the tip of my finger. I stepped back and straightened, turning my back. “Then again, not every man can handle a woman like me.”

“There you go again, with your challenges.”

“It’s not a challenge, it’s an observation.”

Jamal came up behind me as the elevator doors opened. “Be careful Brooke, I may just take you up on those challenges.”

He stepped out of the cubicle before me and I was seized with the irresistible need to know him. In that moment, I knew I didn’t just want to get back at Jamal Styles. I wanted him. I wanted him to make me do what no other man could. I wanted him to make me scream. But ... I wanted to make him as uncomfortable as he’d made me, even if my efforts were childish.

I ran up to him and brushed his back. “You had something on your jacket,” I murmured as I hurried to the courtroom.

13 - Jamal

Soft lips brushed my ears, sending shivers down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying to squelch the waves of current running through me at the nearness of my nemesis. Her large watermelons were pressing into my chest that I wanted nothing more than to sink my face between them. Then I remembered why she was doing this.

It all came back, the day I rejected her and my insides now recoiled at the thought that she wasn’t really interested in me, only my destruction. I was afraid of what Brooke Owens was capable of. If she could seduce a man she hated, I didn’t want to know what she would do once she caught me.

As she brushed passed me out of the elevator, I watched her backside swing from side to side while she walked briskly to the courtroom. Dennison and his wife were having a heated exchange and Brooke stepped between them. Quickly, I pulled Richard Dennison to the side and admonished him for getting into an argument there.

“She threatened to take everything, even my business,” he complained.

“She can’t do that, you have the pre-nup ... right?”

He cleared his throat. “About that, you see I kinda said something stupid a few months ago and she had it on tape.”

“Case number 3249!” the court clerk interrupted. “Judge Morris presiding.”

“That’s us,” I said to the nervous man before me. “Shall we?”

While we made our way into the room, a few weird stares and some snickers greeted us. I was aware that Mrs. Dennison had a small group of supporters with her and I assumed they were directing their contempt at Richard.

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