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gave her a slight rush. Danielle’s eyes roamed over the rest of him. Troy was six-feet-four-inches tall, with rock hard arms that bulged out of his muscle shirt. A diamond studded Rolex twinkled on his wrist and a rough looking raised, black shoulder tattoo bespoke his earlier jailhouse years. She knew what was beneath the sharply starched expensive jeans. A shudder went up her spine as she anticipated his powerful body pressed against hers.
    â€œWhat’s up, girl?” he said, dropping a case of beer on the counter. “Get me one of them.”
    She rolled her eyes at his gruff manner, but grabbed a glass from the dishwasher. “Do you want something to eat?”
    â€œYeah, what you got?”
    She hadn’t really expected to fix anything, and indeed, didn’t cook, but she smiled. “I could order a pizza.”
    â€œOkay, that’s cool.” He kicked off his luminescent white sneakers. “Make it a large, pepperoni.”
    â€œPepperoni makes me sick.”
    â€œWhat are you telling me for?”
    Forget about the stupid pizza , she told herself. “Oh, no reason. That’s fine,” she said, pouring beer in a glass. “I’ll order it and then we can talk.”
    â€œI thought we already talked.” Troy picked up her remote and flipped on her flat-screen television. Zooming through the channels, he stopped at a music video of scantily clad young women gyrating to heavy beats. “I thought I was coming over here for something other than some talking.” He snatched Danielle onto his lap and jammed her hand to his groin. “That’s what I thought I came over here for.”
    The touch excited her, but she knew she had business to take care of first. “Seems like you’re feeling better,” Danielle said, noticing the quick recovery. She passed him the beer. “Well, we still have a few things to iron out.”
    â€œWhy don’t you iron out that number to the pizza place and then come on back over here and sit on Big Daddy’s lap?”
    Troy shoved her off him. She shot him a dirty look when she stumbled to gain her balance. Danielle quickly found the number and placed the order. Then she sat on the couch next to him.
    â€œSo you ready to give me some?” He groped for the zipper on her dress.
    She slapped his hand away and retorted, “Troy, you don’t know if I’m going to sleep with you or not.”
    â€œGirl, stop playing!” He snatched her to him and kissed her hard. She sank into his bruising kiss, then twisted away.
    â€œYou’re not just going to disrespect me and then think everything is all right,” Danielle challenged, staring him straight in the eyes. She licked her bottom lip.
    â€œYou think you’re calling the shots here or something?” Troy demanded, pinning her down and kissing her again. His hands roamed her skin. “Don’t you know who is in charge here? Don’t you know I always get what I want?” he said. When her breath began coming in ragged bursts, he snatched his hand away.
    Danielle’s eyes flew to his smirking face. She shoved him off her and struggled to sit up. “And I get what I want. Now, we need to get a few things straight.”
    Troy instantly abandoned the harsh, demanding tone of a moment ago and charm oozed from his lips. “Come, on, baby, don’t mess up the mood. We got plenty of time to talk about whatever you want.”
    â€œTroy, listen,” she said as he began touching her again. “Troy, look, wait,” she said, knowing her power of persuasion was in this moment. “What about that woman who called me? How did she get my number, and how did she know so much if you’re not doing anything with her?”
    â€œBaby, I told you, she’s stalking me.” His fingers again got busy on her skin.
    Danielle wanted to melt under their touch, but she tried to clear her throat and regain the