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eyes but deep down, down in the pits of my soul, I feared he might be right. But that can’t be.  I’ve always hated when men call women those pet names like baby and sweetie. It drives me bananas. It’s a false sense of security and acceptance a man gives a woman. I mean, whoever told men that women take baby, honey and sweetie as words of endearment must have been really hard up for a man’s attention and acknowledgment. For years, I’d decided that’s not going to be me.  I wouldn’t let a man call me baby and sweetie and smile and grin in their faces, especially when they use the word freely for any other woman that walked by.
    So while I’m frowning, thinking of all the things I just mentioned, there is one truth that I don’t want to admit…. I do actually like when he calls me baby and sweetheart… It’s something about the look in his eyes when he says it and the sound of his voice.  His voice gets all gritty, deep and full and oh-so-luscious… Yes, I think the sound of a man’s voice can be luscious. The right bass, deepness and inflections in a man’s voice can break you down and make you weak, vulnerable and under his complete control.
    It can make your panties wet with desire the moment your name leaves his lips.
    I sighed, looked back up at him and found him smirking at me. “Oh, what’s so funny, Lincoln?” The smirk suddenly disappeared and was replaced with furrowed brows and a darkening of his already dark eyes. Watching this transformation caused me to adapt his expression a minute ago. “Oh, it seems I’ve struck a nerve. You don’t like being called Lincoln, I take it.”
    His jaw tightened as he kept his eyes facing the ocean. “No, I don’t mind being called that.  Not at all.”
    I started to tease him more when he used his own deflection tactics and said, “What’s on your agenda today?”
    I shrugged. “I don’t really have one.  I mean, I had planned on hanging by the beach, or going sightseeing, but considering what almost happened to me last night, I might just stay here in my room for the rest of my vacation.”
    “Well, listen, I planned on doing some snorkeling or scuba diving, maybe even some parasailing today; you’re more than welcome to join me…”
    I shook my head vehemently. “Oh, no, that’s sweet of you really, but I don’t think so.”
    “Why not?”
    “Huh, for one, I’m afraid of heights…”
    Drake just shook his head. “Okay, I get the heights thing, but what do you have against scuba diving and snorkeling?”
    I sat up straight and leaned in closer to him. “Um… first of all, there are sharks out there… And I know there is some statistic that says there is a one out of twenty chance that a black person can be bit by a shark… So how many white people have been attacked so far? I’m not becoming a statistic.”
    He chuckled. “First of all, there is no such statistic out there. Secondly, the part of the ocean you would snorkel is safe.  You will not see any sharks.”
    “Yeah and how do you know?” I folded my arms.
    “Because I do it all the time. Besides, if you do see some, I’ll protect you. Come on. You have to at least give it a try. I promise you won’t regret it.”
    I was so tempted. Really I was, but … I don’t know… Looking at his handsome face, sincerity dripping from his eyes, I just couldn’t shake that feeling of doubt. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes with him that I did with Gavin. I know you’re probably thinking I could just hang out with him, no strings attached.  Problem with that is… and this is embarrassing to admit but… I’m starting to really like him.
    This is absurd.  I can’t like someone this much and barely know him. No; what I’m feeling is completely physical, and I just can’t handle that right now. So I said to him, shaking my head, “No, really. That’s okay.  You don’t have to waste your vacation with the likes of me. Really I’ll be fine.  But I would like