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But why would he lash out at her? Because she had morals? Because she had principles? Because there were certain lines in her life that she wasn’t going to cross? Wouldn’t he want those very qualities in a wife? In the mother of his children?

When he realized what he was thinking, he almost shook his head.Wife?Children? What was wrong with him!

“Deal,” he said to her, and extended his hand.

She smiled as she shook it. But then their eyes met again, and there was no way a handshake would seal that deal.

Robert found himself entering her apartment once again, slamming the door and putting her back against it. Then he removed her robe entirely, dropping it to the floor, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, dropping them below his knees, and he entered her again. And sucked her breasts and held her tightly against his body as he fucked her hard and fast against that door.

Down the hall Cole Lindsey,the resident pervertas Frankie called him, had been peeping out of his peephole watching Robert as he stood in the hallway talking to Frankie. Then he saw him look at her as if he wanted to do something nasty to her, and then he saw Robert go back into her apartment.

Cole came out of his apartment, looked around, and then eased over to Frankie’s door. When he heard them panting and hitting against the door as if that man was fucking Frankie senseless right there in her own living room,and she was letting him, he shook his head. He’d never heard of anything more disgusting in his life. Only back-alley hoes did that. The worst kind of women ever created. But he kept on listening.

Until he heard a couple coming up the stairs talking. He eased away from Frankie’s door quickly, and slithered back into his own apartment.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Later that evening Frankie was in bed in PJs with a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose, her laptop on her lap, as she worked furiously on a final recommendations review Laine was on her ass about finishing, when she heard her front door open.

“That you, Tay?” she called out. Taymar was the only person with a key to her apartment. “Tay?”

Maybe she didn’t hear anything, she thought. Sometimes, with the acoustics in the building, the neighbors opening or closing their doors would oftentimes sound as if it was her door. She assumed that was what it was that time too. But to be sure she removed her reading glasses and computer, got out of bed, and headed up front.

When she heard the toilet in her powder room flush, she frowned. What in the world, she thought, as she walked slowly in that direction. But just as she was about to peep inside, Taymar came busting out of the powder room, scaring the shit out of her, and her sudden appearance scared Taymar too. Both of them jumped at the same time.

“Girl, why didn’t you say something?” Frankie asked, holding her heart.

“I was going to after I peed. I couldn’t hold it in a second longer. You just don’t know.” Then she smiled. “I’s sorry,” she said jokingly.

Frankie could never really be angry with Taymar. She was just Taymar. “Next time at least just yell out,” she said. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

“You almost gave me one too.”

“For good reason! Just holler next time, Tay, okay?”

“Yes, mother. I’m hungry,” Taymar said, heading for the kitchen. “What you got good to eat up in this bitch?”

Frankie shook her head. But she followed Taymar into the kitchen.

Taymar looked back. “What you got? Anything?”

“There’s some leftover lima beans and sausage in the fridge.”

“For real, Frankie?” Taymar’s eyes lit up. “I love your lima beans and sausage!” She hurried for the refrigerator.

Frankie sat at the kitchen table and watched Taymar pull out the small bowl of beans and sausage and put it in the microwave, set the time, and pressed the button.

“You’re going to eat it all, Tay? Really?”

“I’m hungry! I’m not joking.”

As the beans warmed up, Taymar leaned against the countertop, folded her arms, and stared at Frankie. Then she smiled. “You didn’t come home last night.”

“And you know this how?”

“I didn’t know it. But when you didn’t call me all day, I figured something’s undercover. So you spent the night with our boss again?”

“You don’t have to put it that way. Neither one of us work directly under that man.”

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