employees at her father’s company.
Marcus remo ved his sandwich from the bag and unwrapped it on the table. “It’s a nice afternoon to enjoy lunch outside on the patio. I would have taken my sandwich back to my office, but I couldn’t resist the view here.”
He stole a glance at Tanya, and she quickly diverte d her gaze.
“Oh, certainly.” Zaira shot Tanya a sharp questioning look. “Things can get rather hectic back at the office.”
Marcus rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing some of the tattoo design on the inside of his forearm. He picked up his sandwich and bit into it, drawing attention to pearly white teeth and a perfect set of lips. Lips that had been all over her body in Jamaica.
Tanya’s stomach fluttered, as an image of them doing the deed all over the hotel room grabbed her.
“Well…ummm…I’ve had my one hour lunch,” Zaira said. “Since you sign my paycheck, I should get back to work.”
“It hasn’t been an hour yet,” Tanya said. This time it was she who shot her friend a warning look. One that said, don’t you dare leave me here with him.
“Oh, yes it has.” Zaira only cracked a smile and picked up her empty lunch. “I’m sure you’ll find splendid delight in the rest of your lunch hour without me.”
Zaira stormed off and Tanya crushed her nails into her palms. She was going to kill that girl.
When Tanya turned back to Marcus, he was leaned back in his chair, observing her, and chewing slowly on his sandwich. He even chewed like a sex god.
“What have you done to me?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You told me in Ocho Rios that you’ve never done this before.”
She shook her head. What was he talking about?
“Do you use men and dump them for fun?”
She laughed, because she couldn’t help herself. “You honestly think that I’m some kind of whore?”
“No, I never said. There should be no shame in what you did, but you could have warned me that you were addicting.”
“I wasn’t using you. We were strangers. We were attracted to each other. We had sex. It was time to go home, so we went our separate ways,” she said, trying to keep her voice down.
“You knew that I wanted to see you beyond Ocho Rios, yet you’ve been avoiding me. Why?”
Tanya paused, thinking and rethinking her answer. Her reason for avoiding him was stupid. It was stupid, albeit necessary.
Tanya’s phone vibrated on the table, alerting her that she had a text message. She was silently relieved for the distraction. She picked it up and read the message displayed across the screen. It was Zaira.
You heffa! How could you not tell me you were fucking his fine ass?
Her face heated even more when she looked up and saw Marcus staring right at her.
He scooted up his chair and leaned forward so that their knees were touching. “Has it occurred to you that this is my first time? I’ve never done this before.”
“Done what?”
“Pursued a woman like I have you.”
“Do you really want me to believe that? I know your type.”
“You think you know me?” he asked, his voice low and deep. “Define me. Define my type.”
“Arrogant. Cocky. Uses his power, good looks, and charm to steal a woman’s heart. You want something until the next best thing comes along.”
“You’ve appraised me. Now let me appraise you.”
“Go ahead,” she said, nonchalantly, yet she was nothing but.
“Smart. Beautiful, i nside and out. Cautious, yet adventurous. A strong black woman who needs a strong black man. A man who will complete you. To bring out the naughty side of you. To make you forget what normal even was.” He waited for a few moments, his gaze sweeping across her face seeking some response. When she didn’t give it, he continued, “When you want something, you fear the risks it entails. This is understood, but if one never takes risks they never gain either. This is true in business, love, and in life. You should never give your
Marcus remo ved his sandwich from the bag and unwrapped it on the table. “It’s a nice afternoon to enjoy lunch outside on the patio. I would have taken my sandwich back to my office, but I couldn’t resist the view here.”
He stole a glance at Tanya, and she quickly diverte d her gaze.
“Oh, certainly.” Zaira shot Tanya a sharp questioning look. “Things can get rather hectic back at the office.”
Marcus rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing some of the tattoo design on the inside of his forearm. He picked up his sandwich and bit into it, drawing attention to pearly white teeth and a perfect set of lips. Lips that had been all over her body in Jamaica.
Tanya’s stomach fluttered, as an image of them doing the deed all over the hotel room grabbed her.
“Well…ummm…I’ve had my one hour lunch,” Zaira said. “Since you sign my paycheck, I should get back to work.”
“It hasn’t been an hour yet,” Tanya said. This time it was she who shot her friend a warning look. One that said, don’t you dare leave me here with him.
“Oh, yes it has.” Zaira only cracked a smile and picked up her empty lunch. “I’m sure you’ll find splendid delight in the rest of your lunch hour without me.”
Zaira stormed off and Tanya crushed her nails into her palms. She was going to kill that girl.
When Tanya turned back to Marcus, he was leaned back in his chair, observing her, and chewing slowly on his sandwich. He even chewed like a sex god.
“What have you done to me?” he asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You told me in Ocho Rios that you’ve never done this before.”
She shook her head. What was he talking about?
“Do you use men and dump them for fun?”
She laughed, because she couldn’t help herself. “You honestly think that I’m some kind of whore?”
“No, I never said. There should be no shame in what you did, but you could have warned me that you were addicting.”
“I wasn’t using you. We were strangers. We were attracted to each other. We had sex. It was time to go home, so we went our separate ways,” she said, trying to keep her voice down.
“You knew that I wanted to see you beyond Ocho Rios, yet you’ve been avoiding me. Why?”
Tanya paused, thinking and rethinking her answer. Her reason for avoiding him was stupid. It was stupid, albeit necessary.
Tanya’s phone vibrated on the table, alerting her that she had a text message. She was silently relieved for the distraction. She picked it up and read the message displayed across the screen. It was Zaira.
You heffa! How could you not tell me you were fucking his fine ass?
Her face heated even more when she looked up and saw Marcus staring right at her.
He scooted up his chair and leaned forward so that their knees were touching. “Has it occurred to you that this is my first time? I’ve never done this before.”
“Done what?”
“Pursued a woman like I have you.”
“Do you really want me to believe that? I know your type.”
“You think you know me?” he asked, his voice low and deep. “Define me. Define my type.”
“Arrogant. Cocky. Uses his power, good looks, and charm to steal a woman’s heart. You want something until the next best thing comes along.”
“You’ve appraised me. Now let me appraise you.”
“Go ahead,” she said, nonchalantly, yet she was nothing but.
“Smart. Beautiful, i nside and out. Cautious, yet adventurous. A strong black woman who needs a strong black man. A man who will complete you. To bring out the naughty side of you. To make you forget what normal even was.” He waited for a few moments, his gaze sweeping across her face seeking some response. When she didn’t give it, he continued, “When you want something, you fear the risks it entails. This is understood, but if one never takes risks they never gain either. This is true in business, love, and in life. You should never give your
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