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maybe for once you should be.” There was a seriousness to her tone.
    â€œAnyway, I think we’ve kept them waiting long enough. Shall we?” I held the door open.
    As we exited, Shell replied, “All I’m saying is, never say never. The night is still young.”
    I remembered one particular line that the hostess said to Shell and me earlier in the evening: “We do hope your night is a memorable one.” Shell was right; the night was still young . . .

Chapter 5
    Mischelle
    Michael Buble’s rendition of “Sway with Me” livened the place up as the singers took a break. The jazz band was all into the jubilant mood of the patrons. They were all smiles as they made love to their instruments and looked out onto the dance floor. The way Carl had been holding me as we moved in sync should have made me run for the hills. Not to mention, for a man of his stature, he was light on his feet and guided my movements as any good dance partner should.
    As a married woman, no other man should have been sending jolts of electricity up my spine the way Carl had done. But it had been too long since I’d felt that all-knowing spark, that spark of sexual desire. The heat between a man and woman that left no doubt the sexual tension was thick. I couldn’t explain why when Carl looked at me, everything that made me a woman came to life. The look he gave me reminded me that I still had life inside.
    He didn’t see me just as a mother and a wife. He’d held me like I was a woman, his woman. Which was odd since he was married too. I hadn’t felt like a woman in a while. I felt like I was just going through life. I was mommy, wife, student. There was no particular order to it either.
    â€œWere you telling me the truth about what’s going on with you and your wife?” I’d asked Carl as we swayed on the dance floor.
    With one hand on my waist and the other on the small of my back, he gazed down at me. “Why do you ask?” he replied.
    The smirk on his face and humor in his eyes alarmed me if for no other reason than I knew what he was thinking. No man looked at a woman the way he was looking at me unless he had every intention of sampling what she had to offer. Even though I was quite tipsy, I still had my senses about me. There would be no sampling of anything I had. Especially not when both of us were married. For some reason, no matter what Malik had done, I couldn’t bring myself to do unto him as he had done unto me.
    â€œYour wife wouldn’t have a problem with you eye hustling me? Dancing with me like this?” I asked.
    â€œI really don’t think she would care one way or the other.”
    His answer made me imagine the conversations Malik had with his whore. “What kind of wife do you have?”
    â€œThe kind who only cares about what she wants.”
    In that brief moment, I saw a flicker of darkness cloud his eyes. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. If I was to be honest, I could admit that his wife sounded a lot like my husband. So, I knew that look in his eyes. Still, I would never be the woman to speak badly about her husband to another man, especially one I didn’t know. I should have realized the cheese was rotten in Denmark in that moment. Maybe it was because of the woodsy, spicy smell of the cologne he had on that I overlooked those signs. The scent carried an herbaceous top note reminiscent of fresh frankincense. I felt as if I was being hypnotized.
    Gazing up into his eyes while he smiled and talked had the potential to be my undoing. I should have been ashamed of myself acting like a high school girl in heat instead of a mature, married mother of two. I couldn’t help myself though. All I could think about was how sexy Carl was in every aspect. He was a gentleman through and through. Someone had taught him the importance of making a woman feel she was worthy of chivalry. Not to mention, he was a great distraction to take