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burst of warmth toward her. “Hello, there,” he said with a grand smile. Although she looked pleased to see him, he could also still see a little apprehension deep within her big, expressive eyes.
“Hi, Mr. Colgate,” Bree said, feeling a little more at ease when she saw Robert.
“Mr. Colgate?” Robert said. “No ma’am, not here. I’m Robert to you, young lady.”
Bree smiled. “I stand corrected,” she said as she began sitting on the center island stool directly across from him. “When you asked me to have dinner with you, somehow I didn’t expect you to be cooking it.”
“Ah, you expected a chef.”
“Or takeout, yes.”
Robert laughed. “Takeout, Brianna? Come on. Why in the world would you think I’d do that to you?”
Because nobody else had ever pampered her a day in her life. Because she was so not used to anyone going any extra miles for her. “It just never occurred to me, that’s all,” she ultimately said.
She looked at him as he worked. He wore a light blue, pullover V-neck shirt that gave wonderful definition to his stark blue eyes, and Bree feasted herself on his broad shoulders, his strong chest, his muscular arms. And not for the first time she wondered how it would feel to have a man like him easing his rob inside of her, making her wet, making her come. It had been so long since she last had had some, not since she was fooling around with Malcolm, an activist law student who recently got hired at a Mississippi firm specializing in civil rights, who couldn’t understand why she would want to leave his beloved state to try and get a job in the kind of elitist, corporate America he despised. And especially at a firm like Colgate’s.
“They don’t even do pro bono work,” Malcolm had complained when Bree told him of her plans. “They only defend the rich and powerful, never the poor. And you want to work at a place like that?”
For Malcolm, becoming a lawyer was all about helping right the wrongs of injustices everywhere. For Bree, it was all about ending vicious cycles, about keeping her family from falling apart, about earning the kind of living that would ensure that her younger siblings didn’t have to struggle too. It was all about keeping the promises she made to her father.
After Robert lifted the wok to give his vegetables one final toss, he lowered the heat to simmer, wiped his hands with the towel he had thrown over his shoulder, sat same towel on the countertop, and then gave Bree his undivided attention.
“You look pretty,” he said, his eyes tracing her face and then moving down to her blouse. “I like that color on you.”
Bree blushed to the roots of her hair when he said that. Was she being too obvious here, dressing in what was probably provocative clothing given her usual business attire? Did she like the attention he was giving to her, and was playing it up? That certainly wasn’t her intention. She just wanted to look good tonight. For some reason, she didn’t want to disappoint him tonight.
But she remembered what her father had said when she couldn’t seem to accept compliments he would give to her. “Just say thank-you,” he’d say, “and keep on truckin’.”
“Thank-you, “ Bree said to Robert.
“How about a drink?”
“Sounds good.”
Bree got off of the stool as he poured their drinks, and walked over to the opened French doors that led to the balcony. She leaned against the doorjamb and allowed the wind to blow through her braids.
Robert came up behind her. She felt his presence, could sniff his wonderful masculine scent, but she didn’t turn around.
“Like the view?” he asked her, looking, not at the view,
“Hi, Mr. Colgate,” Bree said, feeling a little more at ease when she saw Robert.
“Mr. Colgate?” Robert said. “No ma’am, not here. I’m Robert to you, young lady.”
Bree smiled. “I stand corrected,” she said as she began sitting on the center island stool directly across from him. “When you asked me to have dinner with you, somehow I didn’t expect you to be cooking it.”
“Ah, you expected a chef.”
“Or takeout, yes.”
Robert laughed. “Takeout, Brianna? Come on. Why in the world would you think I’d do that to you?”
Because nobody else had ever pampered her a day in her life. Because she was so not used to anyone going any extra miles for her. “It just never occurred to me, that’s all,” she ultimately said.
She looked at him as he worked. He wore a light blue, pullover V-neck shirt that gave wonderful definition to his stark blue eyes, and Bree feasted herself on his broad shoulders, his strong chest, his muscular arms. And not for the first time she wondered how it would feel to have a man like him easing his rob inside of her, making her wet, making her come. It had been so long since she last had had some, not since she was fooling around with Malcolm, an activist law student who recently got hired at a Mississippi firm specializing in civil rights, who couldn’t understand why she would want to leave his beloved state to try and get a job in the kind of elitist, corporate America he despised. And especially at a firm like Colgate’s.
“They don’t even do pro bono work,” Malcolm had complained when Bree told him of her plans. “They only defend the rich and powerful, never the poor. And you want to work at a place like that?”
For Malcolm, becoming a lawyer was all about helping right the wrongs of injustices everywhere. For Bree, it was all about ending vicious cycles, about keeping her family from falling apart, about earning the kind of living that would ensure that her younger siblings didn’t have to struggle too. It was all about keeping the promises she made to her father.
After Robert lifted the wok to give his vegetables one final toss, he lowered the heat to simmer, wiped his hands with the towel he had thrown over his shoulder, sat same towel on the countertop, and then gave Bree his undivided attention.
“You look pretty,” he said, his eyes tracing her face and then moving down to her blouse. “I like that color on you.”
Bree blushed to the roots of her hair when he said that. Was she being too obvious here, dressing in what was probably provocative clothing given her usual business attire? Did she like the attention he was giving to her, and was playing it up? That certainly wasn’t her intention. She just wanted to look good tonight. For some reason, she didn’t want to disappoint him tonight.
But she remembered what her father had said when she couldn’t seem to accept compliments he would give to her. “Just say thank-you,” he’d say, “and keep on truckin’.”
“Thank-you, “ Bree said to Robert.
“How about a drink?”
“Sounds good.”
Bree got off of the stool as he poured their drinks, and walked over to the opened French doors that led to the balcony. She leaned against the doorjamb and allowed the wind to blow through her braids.
Robert came up behind her. She felt his presence, could sniff his wonderful masculine scent, but she didn’t turn around.
“Like the view?” he asked her, looking, not at the view,
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