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really wanted a woman. Raw desire. It had been years since any
man looked at her like that. Vic Romano was the type of man who
could back that look up. He could, no doubt, deliver on all of his
wicked promises. She wondered what it would feel like to be the
object of his desire.
    Would he manhandle her?
    Fuck her so hard she would be sore the next
morning?
    The space between her legs exploded with a
thousand tiny tingles.
    She mentally chastised herself. No, she
could not feel lust for this man. What could he offer her? He had
no job, no prospects, and he was a felon. Entertaining any ideas
that involved him was pure insanity.
    Still, one night in his arms would cure all
the ills she had.
    The scream of delight that pierced the air
pulled Ronnie from her lecherous thoughts.
    “ There you are!” Her
cousin, Toye, rushed toward her.
    Ronnie’s heart dropped when she noticed
bug-a-boo and potential stalker, Allen Boyd, was hot on Toye’s
heels. Allen called himself trying to pursue Ronnie, but the
feeling was definitely not mutual. It seemed that lately, he’d been
showing up at all the Three Sisters’ events and trying to worm his
way into Ronnie’s social circle.
    “ Omigod!” Toye exclaimed.
“You brought a date! Who is this?” she asked, her grey eyes
flitting to Vic, who still stood holding Ronnie’s hand.
    Toye was always overdramatizing everything.
Ronnie loved her cousin dearly, but the woman was the typical
Leo—loud, flashy, and always wanting to be the center of attention.
Even now, dressed in a gold gown with a thigh-high slit and
five-inch stilettos, she commanded attention from every set of
eyeballs. And right now, Toye’s eyeballs were fixated on Vic, her
lips parted in breathless anticipation.
    Ronnie let go of Vic’s hand, immediately
feeling a void. She shook the feeling off, and she was about to
correct her cousin when she noted the scowl on Allen’s face.
    “ This is your date?” Allen
questioned.
    Aw, hell no! Who gave him permission to be
mad?
    Vic spoke. “Uh, no. I’m not—”
    “ He’s not staying,” Ronnie
finished Vic’s sentence. Her personal life was none of Allen’s
business. “Vic was sweet enough to drop me off, but he’s a busy
man.”
    Allen thrust a manicured hand out to shake
Vic’s. “Allen Boyd,” he proclaimed with more pretentiousness than
someone introducing the Queen of England. On more than one
occasion, he’d bragged that he could trace his family’s roots back
to eighteenth-century Barbados. Ronnie really wasn’t interested in
his lineage or in him.
    “ Pleased to meet you.” Vic
pumped his hand.
    “ I’m Toye,” Her cousin
waved to him. “Ronnie’s cousin.”
    Before Vic could reply, Allen bogarted his
way into the conversation again. “How did you meet Veronica?” Allen
inquired, using her full name. Nobody called her Veronica.
    “ You don’t want to know
all those boring details,” Ronnie said, offering him a patronizing
smile. “And anyway, it’s late. I’ve got to get in there to
introduce Candace, and Vic has some important business to tend
to.”
    Allen’s persistent frown was annoying. “But
I do want to know. How long have you two been dating?”
    “ Listen, dude—” Vic
began.
    Ronnie cut him off, once again. “We really
don’t have time for this,” she huffed and then nodded her head
towards Toye. “Let’s go.”
    She slammed the car door. She did not want
to deal with Allen’s intrusive questions right now. Let him think
there was something going on between her and Vic. Maybe that might
make him slow his roll. Ronnie stepped away from Vic’s SUV. Her
legs moved, but the rest of her body did not. She realized, too
late, a portion of her beautiful beaded dress was caught in the car
door! As she pulled away, the expensive fabric ripped. The sounds
of scattering beads hitting the pavement in all directions echoed
in her ears like a sonic boom.
     
     
     

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    Vic sprang into action. Without hesitation,
he