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hiding none of her curves. Though all he wanted to see were her eyes. Her eyes on him.
    He sat down on the unmade full-size bed, braced his elbows on his thighs and let his chin fall to his chest. He had two choices.
    Stay and talk to Tiff.
    Go and return to Lola at the motel.
    The door opened. He lifted his head and remained on the bed. His pulse raced. He'd waited forever to demand answers from her, to ask her why she never contacted him. He suspected she'd changed her phone number after he wasted his weekly call for several months to see if she'd answer. She never had.
    Pissed off, he never asked Cam about Tiff, never wanting to give that weakness to his president, his father. Lola refused to speak Tiff's name after informing him in prison that Tiff moved on with her life.
    The click of heels grew louder on the hardwood floor. For a split second, he viewed her in the hallway, lit by the light. He strained to see her eyes, but she kept her head down, her hands up near one side of her head.
    She turned on the bedroom light. He blinked, adjusting his vision.
    Tiff put a pair of earrings on the dresser, looked up, and spotted him in the reflection of the mirror and gasped.
    "Don't scream," he said.
    She turned around. He couldn't take his gaze off her. She looked better than ever. The full lips he remembered. High, sexy cheekbones replaced the round softness of her teenage years. The slim slope of her neck, so fucking sex, he watched the beat of her pulse at the base. She appeared stronger than she used to, yet more vulnerable.
    Blue eyes roamed his face, his body, and back up to his eyes desperately taking in the changes in him, making her stiff body and clenched fists a lie. She wasn't immune to seeing him again.
    "How did you get in here?" she asked, her voice shaking.
    "Did you think a locked door and an alarm system would keep me out?" He inhaled deeply, the ache in his chest settled lower and deeper in his gut. "Damn, you look good, Tiff."
    She shook her head. "Don't go there, Jeremy. I want you to leave."
    "You probably do." He stood and tilted his head to the side. "But, I'm not going anywhere."
    The changes in her fascinated him. All the years locked up, he believed he'd return and find the same excitement she had for him when they rarely went twenty-four hours without seeing each other.
    Tiff kept her distance.
    Instead of the weight of her body crashing into him, her legs wrapped around his hips, her mouth plastered on his lips, she held herself back in total control. He walked over to the window and drew back the drapes opening his view to the night.
    "What do you want?" she whispered behind him.
    Anger curled around him, squeezing the breath out of his lungs. Every idea he had on how things would be with Tiff shot all to hell. It wasn't enough that she looked better than he remembered or how his cock pulsed wanting to fuck her.
    He wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted a different reaction from her. The one she held back in an attempt to hurt him.
    The strong woman who stood in the room was not the girl he wanted. He wanted the fire inside of her to come alive. He wanted her riled. He wanted her to hit him. He wanted her to take the pistol he knew she carried on her sweet thigh to show itself and blow his head off.
    "It's been fifteen years." He turned around, ran his tongue along his lower lip, and said, "I thought I'd come over here and get some pussy, seeing as how you're selling it."
    Her eyes widened before she could hide her disgust. She cleared her throat. "The girls are off work for the night. We open the doors to pre-approved customers at five in the evening and close at nine at night. If you want a certain room, you'll have to—"
    "I'm not paying for something I've already had." He stepped toward her and stopped when his boots landed in front of her sexy heels.
    "I'm not—"
    He cupped the back of her head and captured her upturned mouth. Desperate, he thrust his tongue between her lips and slowly