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“No, I don’t care.”

He lifts off the car and step into my personal space. “Fine.”

He bends down toward me. My whole body tightens. Suddenly, he stops and looks down at my lips and then into my eyes.

“Meet me halfway and kiss me.”

He’s serious. I want to scream and tell him he’s making a scene, and this is not the place. Especially if we break up. Which may happen.

However, I stop myself from thinking. I rest my palms on his chest, close my eyes and tip toe to kiss him.

He moans softly as my tongue touches his. He pulls me closer, leans forward, and bends me back. I wrap my arms around his neck and push my hands into his scalp. As I’m about to lift my legs around him I hear.

“Yes, heifer get your man in the parking lot. Yes, Zee,” Penny shouts.

Rhet lifts me upright and ends the kiss with a smirk, his arms is still around my waist. I wipe my lipstick from his lips.

“You both are going to hell for that display.” Annie Mae stands beside our car, looking at us with her beady eyes.

“Satan uses my name for his Wi-Fi password ma’am. But thank you for your concern.” Rhet opens my door for me. Penny cackles in the backseat.

Annie Mae hurries back toward the church calling out Bishop Bartholomew’s name, her kitten heels flapping on her feet.

“I won’t be able to come back to church after you.” I slide in the car.

“I will build you a fucking church.” He closes the car door and goes around to the driver’s side to slide into his seat.

Fixing his rear-view mirror, he looks into the backseat. “How about some lunch on me?”

As he reverses the car, everyone in the back screams out, “Yes.”

He looks at me and winks

Rhet Banner, I think you just won another piece of me. This was the best Sunday ever.

RHET

“Here is the file from HR, you have to read and sign the new employee contracts.” Zeeta sits the file down my desk.

“You’re so beautiful. Do you know that?” Shit, my woman is hot. My woman, I test it out in my mind, and don’t panic or scream. She’s mine, and I like it, a lot.

“Can you focus? We’re at work.” She sits another file on my desk as she fights a smile. I lean back in my office chair, taking her all in as the stands in front of my desk.

How the hell am I supposed to focus, when her breasts are perfectly outlined in her white shirt. Those pants don’t help me focus either.

“Focus? I know the bra and panty set you have on under your clothing.” I rock my chair slowly back and forth.

“Rhet,” she tries to warn me.

“I even have a pic on my phone with it,” I state as I rub my bottom lip

She widens her eyes. “No, you don’t.”

I snicker and grab my phone off my desk. “Yes, I do.”

I scroll through my phone and find the pic. “Look.”

I turn my phone over and hand it to her. Admittedly, I take pride in watching the slight color drain from her face.

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