Page 41 of Soul Food

I had gone straight to bed after my video chat with Amit last night. My trip to the lawyer was brief Monday, the next morning.And the lawyer’s words still floated in my head around noon.

Lawyer Dean Jude: “Ms. Thomas, not many people write a will at twenty-eight.”

Yeah, Mr. Jude, not many twenty-eight-year-olds have gone without sex for ten years.

Lawyer Dean Jude: “Is there some sort of health issue?”

Only if you count that I’ve resorted to video sex to keep any man interested in me from dying. One hot smolder in my direction and BAM! See you in the afterlife.

Lawyer Dean Jude: I’ll have the will notarized, and you’ll be set without a problem.

If you only knew. My biggest problem—Amit—can’t be notarized away.

I was on my way to the recording studio to see if The Oppressors were hanging out there. I enjoyed their sound a lot and listening to them brought out my own inspiration and since I was aiming for something different, what better way than to listen to a pretty boy rock band?

My mind couldn’t help but drift to Amit as I stepped out of the car, wondering if maybe he had thought about me any since last night. My phone dinged as Rupert opened the front door to Black Hearts for me. It was a text from Jayne.

Jayne: Gonna spill on how the lawyer’s meeting went or nah?

When I didn’t respond, she sent me another message.

Jayne: Chinese again?

I chuckled and replied yes for Chinese and left the other question blank. Reaching into my purse, I grabbed a peppermint and popped it in my mouth. I turned around to Rupert. “Why don’t you and Max take a break?” There was plenty of security here.

He nodded. “Call if you need me.”

I gave him a thumbs up and twisted back around. The elevator was to my left. As I waited, a large shadow approached and filled the wall beside me. The darkness had a heated presence that made me tingle. Tilting my head slightly, I saw that Amit was closer than a person should be waiting for an elevator. The dark gray suit accented his eyes. We were so close that I could have rubbed my ass against his groin with little effort. But he didn’t move. Just stood there with his hands tucked into his pockets, ignoring me. It was like the man didn’t know any other way but to be intimidating as hell.

Recalling last night, I was only slightly embarrassed as I struck up a conversation. “Never seen you at all for years, and now I seem to see you daily.” I watched his face, hoping for a reaction—perhaps an admission that he came to see me.

In my fantasy, he did. But the real Amit gave nothing away—other than his jaw jumping.

“You going inside?”

I snapped my gaze forward, eyeing the elevator. It was open. I stepped inside with Amit practically on my heels. Damn, was this some sort of threat? Or a game of seduction? Please, for the love of chocolate, let it be his weird way of seducing me. There was no denying the throbbing between my thighs.

I wondered if this was too dangerous? Was I putting him in danger? There was no touching, but maybe he was too close? Should I be risking a life to please myself? Since he survived last night, I wanted to assume that what we did was safe from the demon.

The elevator closed, and I took a step to the left since he was crowding my right side. He watched me but thankfully made no move to get closer. This was torturous. I fought to keep my hands at my sides instead of wringing them together. He was overwhelming me with his aura, his heat,something,because it filled up the tiny area surrounding us.

Be cool. Stay calm.

Amit was just a man.

“Did you sleep well last night?” I asked him as I pressed the button.

The doors closed. “No.” Another dull, guttural response. He didn’t make conversation easy.

“I slept great.” I made sure to flutter my eyelashes coyly after I said it.

On cue, his eyes traveled down my body. The elevator dinged then opened. I walked out. “Am I calling you again tonight?” I asked over my shoulder.

He was eating me up with his gaze—skimming up my legs, wandering everywhere. They paused at my breasts. I remembered the feel of myself pinching my nipples for him and let my mouth fall open slightly. He noticed that too. Even with this loose green jumper I wore, somehow, I felt like he still saw me. I liked him looking. A lot. Finally, those eyes met mine. “If that’s what you want.”

Oh, he was making me love those five little words with how he said them. A woman could take advantage. And I planned on it.

The doors began to close. “Aren’t you getting off?” The studio only had two floors.

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