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                  He walked out closing the door behind him.
                  Makeba tried like hell to put the conversation with her father out of her head but she couldn’t. His statement was so matter of fact. When did he become such a racist? She wanted to ask him but she decided against it. This wasn’t about her father, this was about her. She enjoyed her outing with Declan the night before and she was looking forward to going out with him again. She was joking when she told him he wasn’t the perfect gentlemen. He was as perfect as they came.
                  A few minutes later her cellphone rang.  It was Declan and as bad as she wanted to smile she couldn’t. Her father had put a damper on her mood. At first she started to let the phone go to voicemail but decided not to and was glad she didn’t. After speaking with him she felt better and couldn’t wait for their date to begin. According to Declan, it would be a dinner and dancing kind of night. Just what she needed.
                  It was apparent how observant Declan was because he kept asking her if anything was wrong as he glanced across the table at her. She assured him it wasn’t. It was a lie. She loved her dad and it bothered her that he had an issue with who she was dating solely on the basis of the color of his skin but that was his issue, not hers. Two nights in a row, she was treated like a woman of royalty. He even remembered to bring the gift she left in his car the night before which made her very happy. He complimented her on her hair, her lipstick, her earrings and her fresh manicure. He paid attention to the smallest details. That said a lot about the type of man he was. Sitting across from him listening to live Rhythm and Blues as he spoke about his goals and aspirations for the new Hotel he was building in Newark was exciting. Several times between the course of their meals he held out his hands asking for a dance. She accepted every time. The last time on the dance floor he asked for another date and she accepted without reservations.

 
    Could It Be Love?
     
     
                  For the next several months things were heating up between Makeba and Declan. His trips to Newark were becoming more frequent and her need to see him intensified. Lately she was experiencing emotions she had never felt before. This left her pondering more and more if she was falling for him. If so, the unsettling feeling embedded deep within her had her questioning if that was a good thing. They hadn’t made love yet and it wasn’t for lack of trying. Every time things would heat up and it appeared that they were going to take the next step in their relationship, Declan would pull away leaving her feeling like a steaming pot threatening to boil over, stopping her the moment she’d begin to peel off a layer of clothing. The last time they were together she tried with everything she had to seduce him but to no avail. Frustrated, she refused to stay the night with him at the hotel.
                  She appreciated the intimacy that lying in his arms provided but she wanted more, so much more. A burning desire to have him deep inside her was turning her insides to ash. She needed him, craved him in the worst way. For the life of her she couldn’t understand his lack of interest in her sexually. What kind of game was he playing? That was the million dollar question she had no answer to. He was an enigma that not even Archimedes could solve. One thing was for sure, she was at her wits end and her patience was wearing thin. Feeling like a ball of confusion from being on a merry go round, Makeba decided to bring her concerns to Declan’s attention. This would be the night she would get the answers to her questions and possibly get a reprieve from the smoldering fire that burned so hot inside her. Feelings or not, she was too damn old to play games and she made a decision to tell him so when