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kitchen. Scratching his chest, he rolled out of the bed and headed for the shower. He couldn’t wait for this day to begin. Maybe he could talk Jenisha into spending the entire weekend with him.
Twenty minutes later he braced his shoulder against the door frame and watched Jenisha fix breakfast in the kitchen. It was a sight he could get use to seeing for the rest of his life. She looked so sexy in his shirt tied in the back with her black jeans molding those long legs of hers. He made sure he didn’t alert her to his presence. He wanted a few more minutes just to look at the woman who had stolen his heart with one glance.
He’d never thought of Jenisha as the domestic type. It almost made him a little nervous. He wasn’t used to a woman doing a single for him. Usually it was the other way around; all his other ex-girlfriends wanted him to shower them with things.
Unfortunately for him, he kept the cycle going for years because he didn’t know anything different until he met Jenisha. She hasn’t asked for anything and she knew he had money because of
Hayward
. They made over two million dollars the year before with the business. They had three new famous clients that wanted work done on their house by Campbell Construction and Design.
Jenisha was the one he knew he had been waiting for. Closing his eyes, he could hear the laughter of the children he would have with her. Unlike
Hayward
, he wanted a son to be the first born because he wanted the closeness a son gave a father. But all these fantasies wouldn’t come true if he didn’t get Jenisha to believe in their love. He loved her so much. Sometimes his breath would catch from at the sight of her, making him oblivious to any thing else going on in the room.
Massaging the back of his tired neck,
Clinton
strolled into the kitchen, “Something sure smells good this morning,” he muttered and he wasn’t talking about the food.
Jenisha laid the spatula down on the counter and faced him. “Well, good morning sleepy head. I didn’t think you would ever wake up.”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize how tired I was last night. I never oversleep. I’m a normally an early riser.”
“What caused you to sleep late this morning?” Jenisha turned back to the stove and flipped over the sausage.
“Having dreams about you in my bed all last night didn’t help. Do you know how hard it was for me not to sneak into your room?”
Jenisha threw her head back and laughed. “You would’ve had a hard time getting in since I locked my door.”
“You have to be kidding me. Did you really lock me out of a room inside my own house?” he whispered, trying to sound hurt.
“Did it ever cross your mind I was locking myself in so I wouldn’t wander back to your room?”
He laughed at Jenisha’s comment. He never knew she had such a good sense of humor. “All right, point taken.” He strolled across the room and wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning over her shoulder, he glanced down at the bacon and sausage inside the skillet. “So, when is breakfast going to be ready? I’m starving!”
Later, seated at the kitchen table,
Clinton
filled his plate then Jenisha’s with bacon, eggs, sausage and two biscuits. He picked up his fork. He had to sample the eggs first since they were his favorite. Not everyone could fix eggs the way he liked them. The eggs looked light and flaky, but it didn’t mean they were any good. He shoved a forkful of food of into his mouth. His eyes rolled in the back of his head in pure pleasure, “Precious, if you hadn’t already taken a hold of my heart, these eggs would have done it.”
“
Clinton
, you remind me of a little boy with that look on your face,” Jenisha muttered waving her fork under his nose.
He dropped his fork on his plate and stared at Jenisha across the table. “In case you didn’t know, I’m very much a man. If you give me the chance in the near future, I will show you how much.”
Jenisha squirmed in her
Twenty minutes later he braced his shoulder against the door frame and watched Jenisha fix breakfast in the kitchen. It was a sight he could get use to seeing for the rest of his life. She looked so sexy in his shirt tied in the back with her black jeans molding those long legs of hers. He made sure he didn’t alert her to his presence. He wanted a few more minutes just to look at the woman who had stolen his heart with one glance.
He’d never thought of Jenisha as the domestic type. It almost made him a little nervous. He wasn’t used to a woman doing a single for him. Usually it was the other way around; all his other ex-girlfriends wanted him to shower them with things.
Unfortunately for him, he kept the cycle going for years because he didn’t know anything different until he met Jenisha. She hasn’t asked for anything and she knew he had money because of
Hayward
. They made over two million dollars the year before with the business. They had three new famous clients that wanted work done on their house by Campbell Construction and Design.
Jenisha was the one he knew he had been waiting for. Closing his eyes, he could hear the laughter of the children he would have with her. Unlike
Hayward
, he wanted a son to be the first born because he wanted the closeness a son gave a father. But all these fantasies wouldn’t come true if he didn’t get Jenisha to believe in their love. He loved her so much. Sometimes his breath would catch from at the sight of her, making him oblivious to any thing else going on in the room.
Massaging the back of his tired neck,
Clinton
strolled into the kitchen, “Something sure smells good this morning,” he muttered and he wasn’t talking about the food.
Jenisha laid the spatula down on the counter and faced him. “Well, good morning sleepy head. I didn’t think you would ever wake up.”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize how tired I was last night. I never oversleep. I’m a normally an early riser.”
“What caused you to sleep late this morning?” Jenisha turned back to the stove and flipped over the sausage.
“Having dreams about you in my bed all last night didn’t help. Do you know how hard it was for me not to sneak into your room?”
Jenisha threw her head back and laughed. “You would’ve had a hard time getting in since I locked my door.”
“You have to be kidding me. Did you really lock me out of a room inside my own house?” he whispered, trying to sound hurt.
“Did it ever cross your mind I was locking myself in so I wouldn’t wander back to your room?”
He laughed at Jenisha’s comment. He never knew she had such a good sense of humor. “All right, point taken.” He strolled across the room and wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning over her shoulder, he glanced down at the bacon and sausage inside the skillet. “So, when is breakfast going to be ready? I’m starving!”
Later, seated at the kitchen table,
Clinton
filled his plate then Jenisha’s with bacon, eggs, sausage and two biscuits. He picked up his fork. He had to sample the eggs first since they were his favorite. Not everyone could fix eggs the way he liked them. The eggs looked light and flaky, but it didn’t mean they were any good. He shoved a forkful of food of into his mouth. His eyes rolled in the back of his head in pure pleasure, “Precious, if you hadn’t already taken a hold of my heart, these eggs would have done it.”
“
Clinton
, you remind me of a little boy with that look on your face,” Jenisha muttered waving her fork under his nose.
He dropped his fork on his plate and stared at Jenisha across the table. “In case you didn’t know, I’m very much a man. If you give me the chance in the near future, I will show you how much.”
Jenisha squirmed in her
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