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“Thank you for coming to this with me,” he said, staring at me adoringly. “Get home safe, okay?”

“You too, Tyrell.”

He closed my door, and I lifted my hand.

He gave me an awkward yet cute wave in return before making his trek down the sidewalk.

Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but smile.

Tyrell was a pleasure to look at and our dates were nice, educational, and interesting. But I needed to rest up for the unexpected, last-minute date I had lined up for tomorrow.

2

Pulling up to an upscale Mediterranean restaurant on Monday, my brows crumpled with confusion. I was looking forward to seeing Russ, and it honestly didn’t matter what we did. But since I was expecting something fun and exciting from him, I had to assume we were going to be extras in a movie that was filming at the restaurant.

“Because we can’t just be having dinner,” I murmured, looking at the stone building he’d picked for our date.

The restaurant was tucked away in a nice subdivision just outside of Richland. I was unfamiliar with the neighborhood, but the restaurant and surrounding stores and homes appeared expensive. It looked to be a high-end establishment, and the people I saw walking in were well-dressed. The classical music became louder as I killed the engine.

Checking the time and then my reflection, I stepped out of my car. Tugging at the formfitting black dress that hugged my curves and accentuated my large breasts and plump ass, I made my way to the entrance of the restaurant.

“Nina Ford,” a deep, velvety voice called out to me as soon as I stepped up onto the sidewalk.

My name rolled off his tongue, and his voice cascaded down my back like a chill. A smile tugged at my lips as I slowed to a stop. Brushing my thick, blown-out hair over my shoulder, I turned my head toward the voice. As soon as our eyes met, I felt it.

Russell Long and I had more than just sparks between us. From the moment we met at that party at the beginning of June, we just clicked. I wasn’t sure if it was the ease with which we connected, or that when we were in each other’s presence, we were our most authentic selves. But the fact of the matter was that he was irresistible.

And not just because the sex was mind-blowing.

Our energy was electric, and as soon as we were in the same space, we were drawn together like magnets. Our conversations were effortless and it took willpower to keep our hands off each other.

“Nina, Nina, Nina…”

Licking my lips, I eyed the sexy man in front of me. Letting my gaze travel up and down all six feet, three inches of him, I admired the way his black suit fit his tall, muscular build. His full lips spread into a blindingly white smile, and his thick brows hovered over beautiful brown eyes. He was always well-groomed, and his low-cut fade with deep waves and well-kept beard were a testament to that. His dark caramel complexion was flawless, except for the tattoo that peeked from the collar of his shirt. I knew that particular tat ran from his neck over his shoulder and down his arm.

And I can’t wait to trace my fingers over it later.

The man was physical perfection.

He had the face of a model with the build of a professional basketball player, and my body always seemed to react to the sight of him.

“You look incredible,” he breathed as he approached me.

“As do you,” I returned, checking him out one more time before locking eyes with him. “This suit is fire. You clean up well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit before.”

He brushed his hands down his lapels and did a pose.

The man knew he looked good.

He reached his hand out and grabbed mine. “I had to step my game up because I knew you would be coming correct.” Lifting my arm in the air, he licked his lips and took me in again slowly. “And like always, you didn’t disappoint.”

“Well, you said to dress up because we had dinner reservations so”—I did a turn so he could get a view of the back as well—“I dressed accordingly.”

He let out a low whistle. “You wore this to tempt me, didn’t you?” He put his free hand on my left cheek and gave it a little smack. “You know how I feel about your ass.”

I feigned ignorance. “Oh, you like this?”

He yanked me forward until my body was flush with his. I had to look up because even in my four-inch heels, he was still a couple of inches taller than me.

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