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frustration. He punched the pillows behind his head and adjusted them before reaching for the remote control on his night table. If they weren’t going to have sex, then he was going to watch the game replays and catch the scores on SportsCenter . He certainly wasn’t about to endure another minute of her angry silence.
    Xavier pressed one of the remote buttons and the flat-screen television over the fireplace turned on. He lost himself in the anchors’ banter.
    â€œCan you do it?” Constance suddenly asked minutes later.
    â€œCan I do what, baby?” he answered distractedly, frowning at the basketball play onscreen. “Damn, he should have made that shot,” he mumbled.
    â€œCan you find out more about Dawn for us?”
    At that, his interest in the game recap abruptly dissolved. He turned around to face Constance again. She was gazing at him innocently, making him wonder if she realized exactly what she had just asked him.
    â€œYou want me to do a background check on your sister?”
    â€œHalf sister!” she corrected him, like the designation made much of a difference. She trailed her index finger over the dark curly hairs on his chest. “You said yourself that you’re Daddy’s lawyer. It’s only right that you protect his interests. And he’s going to be your father-in-law pretty soon. You’re practically family now, pumpkin!”
    â€œBaby, I can’t spy on her!”
    She rolled her eyes. “It’s not ‘spying’! I wouldn’t put it that way! It’s . . . it’s . . .” She paused and considered the right words. “. . . doing research.”
    Research? Yeah, right!
    Xavier was getting more and more wary of this conversation. How had a night of lovemaking turned into a discussion about how to find out information on Dawn Gibbons?
    â€œPlease, pumpkin,” Constance begged, lightly kissing his lips. “Do it for me?”
    He shook his head. “Just think about it. Think about what you’re asking me to do. Don’t you think it’s a little . . .”
    His words trailed off when she threw back the bed sheets and climbed on top of him. Xavier sucked in a shaky breath, seeing his beautiful fiancée in all her tempting, naked glory.
    Constance slid down the length of his thighs, lowered her head, and kissed his chest. “But Mommy and I would be ever so grateful, Xavier.” She kissed his navel before giving it an enticing lick. “Ever so grateful,” she whispered, sending a blast of warm air against his stomach, making the muscles clench.
    Damn! She was playing dirty, and he could see he was quickly losing this battle.
    â€œLook, I’m not going to spy on her, but maybe I . . .” His eyes lowered as he watched her kiss a trail down his stomach to his groin. “Maybe I can find out a little bit about her . . . if it’ll . . .” He stifled a moan as her mouth descended even lower. “If it’ll make you feel better.”
    â€œThank you, pumpkin.”
    Once her deliciously warm, wet mouth closed around his manhood and started to suck, Xavier lost all coherent thought. He knew he had agreed to do something, but he couldn’t remember what. But why bother to remember? It was better to lie back and enjoy the ride.

Chapter 4
    D awn paused underneath the green awning and glanced at her reflection in the glass door. She adjusted her purple beret and smoothed her bangs before tugging the door open.
    She had taken her sister Stephanie’s advice and chosen for her first “date” with her father a place where she felt most comfortable. It was one of her favorite D.C. haunts—Big Ben’s, a small tea shop on the outskirts of Georgetown. She had come here often during her undergrad days at Georgetown University and still visited every now and then when she had a hankering for one of her favorite scones and some Earl Grey tea, or when she wanted to