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Aaliyah cracked up. “I’m gonna start calling Russ by his real name because there’s something between you two. And you called the dick exquisite… that’s high praise.”

I cleared my throat, looking around even though my cell phone was pressed to my ear and no one could hear Aaliyah’s end of the conversation.

I made my way to the entrance. “You are making this a much bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“All I’m saying is that you’ve never used the word ‘exquisite’ before.”

“A bitch can’t use a thesaurus nowadays?” I continued over her snickering. “And at the end of the day, I don’t play favorites. No one is getting chose. It’s all for one and one for all… and I’m the one.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Not a damn thing!” I walked into the club, my eyes sweeping the room until they landed on my date. “But I just got here. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Call me after your meeting,” she directed.

“Call me before your date,” I responded.

We said our goodbyes just as James glanced over at me.

Six feet tall, with a goofy smile, James Stansfield had boyish good looks. His humor and confidence were why I kept him around, but I couldn’t deny that he was very attractive. His deep-set dimples and curly high-top fade made him adorably cute, and his thick build and toned arms made him a sexy combination of soft and muscular at the same time. He always wore jeans and a T-shirt on our dates, and I would’ve loved to see him in something a little more fashion-forward. But the man looked good—basic, but good.

I’d spoken too soon.

What does he have on his feet?I wondered as I took in the orange-and-brown sneakers.

Flashing him a smile, I slipped my phone in my handbag and pulled out my ID for security. James was at my side in seconds.

“If it ain’t Disappearing Acts herself,” James greeted me, pulling me into a hug.

I laughed as I squeezed him. “Hi.”

“It’s good to see you.” He slid his hand down my back to pat one of my cheeks. “Real good. I missed your fine ass.”

I pushed him off with a giggle. “You missed me?”

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me back into him. “You know I did. You need to stop playing and spend some real time with me.”

“What do you think I’m doing now?”

“I’ve been trying to see you for the last few weeks.”

I gave him a look. “And I’m here now.”

He escorted me to our seats. “You changed your mind about us spending the night together?”

“No.”

He put his hand over his heart. “Damn!”

James and I spent most of our time together bantering back and forth. He was confident enough to take a joke and funny enough to make them.

When we got to our table, he pulled out my chair for me. I had a question before I took my seat.

“James, what’s going on? Why are you so pressed to take me home?”

He grabbed my elbow and leaned so his lips were right against my earlobe. “You’ve been avoiding coming back to my place for the last six weeks, and I miss the way you feel on my dick.” He exhaled so his breath tickled my neck. “And I’m willing to beg for it.”

My nipples instantly hardened. My eyes swept the crowd before I slowly turned to face him. “That’s a lot of energy for some pussy you’re not going to get,” I whispered.

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