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around?” He tossed his hands up. “You’re
unbelievable.”
    “ Then leave me
alone.”
    “ Oh, love…I’ve tried more
than once. Even went to a college in the next state to keep away
from you when I’d worked hard to get into the college I discovered
you were aiming for.”
    What? Travis had changed
colleges? This was news to me. I thought
Travis attended the same college Ronnie went to because my brother
was his best friend.
    Unaware of the confusion in my mind, he
continued, “For two years I managed to stay away from you. Then
Ronnie called and said you were struggling, needed help and I came.
Do you know how hard that week was for me?”
    That spring break, he and I had the whole
campus to ourselves. We studied on blankets spread out over the
lawn, the library, some of the local restaurants and any place we
wanted. More importantly we talked and laughed and shared dreams in
that week.
    “ You didn’t have to come.
I never asked you to.”
    “ But you didn’t turn me
away.”
    Because I needed him. “I struggled, but I
would have figured it out. Gotten more tutors.”
    “ You’re smart. You would
have figured it out when you weren’t stressing over it or putting
yourself down. Tell me. How many of the men you’ve dated or even
Mr. Ballroom Sleaze knows about you?”
    I backed away. “My private
business is no one’s concern.” My throat was getting tight and it
pissed me off more. Fighting the rising emotions I attacked. “You
think I need a reminder of my shortcomings. You think I need you .”
    “ Only shortcoming you have
is your thick head.” He matched my steps, moving toward me as I
headed for the escape. “I bet Patrick has never looked beyond your
hot body, that beautiful sienna brown skin, or those full lips that
make a man hard just thinking about them.”
    I licked my lips, then pulled the bottom one
in.
    “ Tell me, Kamari. Do you
think he’s ever taken a moment to learn that in spite of your dyslexia you
graduated from high school and college with honors? Do they know
you are the top ranking consumer product analyst on the east coast?
Or that every Saturday you spend time with special needs kids? Do
you think that would have won you points in his bed?”
    No . I doubted Patrick knew anything about me, because I showed
him the same thing I showed the world, what they wanted to see—a
pretty, wild and flirtatious black woman. Even at work I allowed
most to believe I used my charms to sway the clients and the
executives to gain my status. Anything that kept people from
looking too close or knowing how much work I carried home every
night to stay two steps ahead.
    Only my family knew…and Travis.
    “ Patrick sees what I want
him to see and because of that he treats me like Serita and every
other girl. That’s what I want. So, forget what happened and leave
me alone.” I hurried toward the hotel door and reached out for the
handle.
    In a blink, I found myself pressed against
the inside of the room door. Travis was pressed along my back, his
body trapping me, keeping me in place. I could feel not only the
impression of his hard cock against my ass, but his heartbeat as
well. Pounding in time with mine. That scared me. Travis and I
couldn’t really be connected heart and soul. Not someone who knew
me, my flaws.
    He pressed his lips to my ear. “What did you
think, Kamari, that I would let you just walk away,” he demanded in
a hoarse, rough voice as he slid his hand around the front of my
body, up the inside of my thigh and under my skirt. “Pretend in a
few hours while we sat across from each other at breakfast, that
you hadn’t used me as a replacement for someone else.” His fingers
were inside my panties now, stroking my sex.
    I tried to think, formulate every reason in
my mind why I should tell him to stop, to leave me alone. He isn’t
Patrick, my mind called out, fooled by my veneer.
    Three of Travis’s thick fingers pressed
inside of me deep, thrusting in and out.