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myself another as I watched the show. And I do mean show, because the way he was shaking his ass as he eased off his jacket put him in a class of his own. Now, I’d seen my share of male strippers, but they didn’t have anything on Rashad. He was moving so smoothly as he eased off his shirt.
    He had to know I was watching. There was no other reason for him to be dancing like that. He might be married to my sister, but I knew that deep down, he still felt something for me.
    By the time his shirt was off, my chest was heaving, and when he untied his sweatpants and they slid to the ground, showing off a Speedo, I broke out into a cold sweat. I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, waiting to see what he had planned next.
    Then, out of nowhere, he spun around like he was a memberof New Edition, showing me his package from the front just long enough to get my imagination working overdrive before he turned back toward the pool. I watched as he dove into the water, and when he moved out of my range of vision, I decided it was time to read my book out by the poolside.
    Finishing off my wine, I picked up my book, the glass, and the bottle. I opened the sliding glass door and stepped onto the patio, taking in the afternoon heat. It felt good as I walked over to a lounge chair, swaying everything I knew he liked. I’d lost a lot of weight due to a recent hospital stay, but I was still a thick girl with an ass and a half. I tried my best to give the impression that I didn’t even realize he was in the water and that I had not paid any attention to his little striptease—that is, until he splashed some water and shouted, “You coming in or what?”
    I dropped my book, clutching my chest as I turned around toward him, pretending to be in a panic. “Oh, my God, Rashad, don’t do that. You nearly scared me to death.”
    “Ahhhh, sorry.” He froze, staring at me as I walked toward the edge of the pool. “Didn’t know you were there.”
    Sure you didn’t.
    “How’s the water?”
    “Great.” He swam toward my end of the pool, his eyes moving their way up from my ankles to my thighs. I’m sure he was trying to look up my dress. I stepped a little closer so that from where he was situated in the pool, he could get a glimpse of my purple panties. He swam a little closer.
    Oh, you naughty boy. This isn’t for you anymore. Not unless you can keep a secret.
    “You taking a swim?” It sounded more like an invitation than a question.
    “Why you ask me something like that? You looking for some company?” I teased coyly.
    He tried to wear a blank expression as he treaded water silently a few feet from the edge of the pool, but I knew what he really wanted. I’d always known what Rashad wanted, and right now, he wanted me in the water, sliding up and down on that hard dick of his. It was a good thing I loved my sister.
    “I asked you a question, Rashad. Do you want some company?”My voice was as calm and as nonchalant as it could be, but it had purpose.
    “Actually, I did want some company, but—”
    I cut him off with a confident smirk. “All you had to do was ask. You didn’t have to put on a striptease to get my attention. What if my sister was back from dropping Tammy off at the airport?”
    He replied matter-of-factly as he pointed toward the second floor of the house. “She is.”
    Shit! I held my breath as I turned toward the house. The absolute last thing I needed was for my sister to see him flirting with me—or, even worse, me flirting with him—after everything she’d done for me lately. She would be devastated, and our parents would never forgive me. She had done what only a sister would do for me: She saved my life. Against the protests of all my family, she opened up her house to me during my truest time of need, inviting me to live with her and Rashad after my latest suicide attempt.
    And, yes, I did say
latest
. I know, crazy, right? Unfortunately, it was crazy but true, and I had the scars on my wrists to