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skirting the sex issue.
    â€œYeah. You took me out once, and you spent the evening autographing ladies’ titties,” Stacie pouted.
    â€œIt wasn’t ladies, it was one, a very devoted fan,” Crawford said, and turned his face to hide a smile. Taquanna had turned out to be one of the freakiest ladies he’d ever met; she’d kept him and his teammates busy for a week.
    â€œI just don’t like feeling like a piece of ass.”
    â€œWell, it’s my ass,” Crawford answered, then reached down and cupped Stacie’s behind.
    â€œStop!” she protested, though her lips were turned up at the corners. “And,” she continued. The way she said it made Crawford groan with frustration. Whenever a woman started her sentence with an “and,” shit was sure to follow. “I’m not feeling this hotel room. When are you going to take me to your mansion?”
    â€œJust as soon as the renovations are done,” he responded smoothly. “Right now it’s torn up, plaster and wood is everywhere. I don’t want you tripping over anything and hurting your gorgeous body. Besides, I like having you all to myself.”
    â€œYou like having me all to yourself, my ass! You’re either a cheap son of a bitch or you’re hiding me from someone. Which one is it?” she demanded.
    Crawford simply shook his head and gave her an indulgent smile. “Neither,” he answered as he gathered her in his arms. After he felt Stacie calming down, he said, “I got a little sumthin’ sumthin’ for you. It’s in my briefcase.” He jutted his chin out toward the case, signaling Stacie to get it for him.
    Stacie slid off the bed, snatched up his briefcase and was back at his side in record time. Crawford pulled the briefcase onto his lap and opened it just wide enough for him to stick his hand in and pull out a long, slender jewelry box. Stacie didn’t know that inside his briefcase were half a dozen identical boxes. All inscribed with the same thing: To my reason for living.
    Stacie ripped off the wrapping, slid off the top and her eyes widened with surprise. Lying inside a nest of rose petals was a platinum tennis bracelet. To her practiced eye, it looked like he easily paid two grand for it. As soon as the shock wore off she gave a shriek of delight, then crawled on top of Crawford and rained kisses over his face. “Oh baby, this is so beautiful. Thank you so much,” she gushed. “Am I really your reason for living? No, no, don’t answer that, I can tell by the look in your eyes that I am.” She bent down and gave him a kiss that left them both gasping for air.
    â€œLet’s order room service.” He reached over, scooped up the menu and perused it, more out of habit than necessity; he already knew what he wanted to order. With his head bent, he missed Stacie rolling her eyes. She really wasn’t in the mood for the greasy Buffalo wings, greasy French fries and greasy onion rings that he always ordered. But she smiled anyway, then stuck her arm out and admired her new piece of jewelry.
    An hour later Crawford was fast asleep. He was satiated, above and below the belt. For the second time that evening Stacie found herself staring listlessly at Atlanta’s skyline. Soon she found herself twiddling the blankets, fiddling with her hair and fumbling the remote control. “This ain’t cutting it,” she muttered. With a backward glance to ensure that Crawford was still asleep, Stacie pulled back the covers and slithered out of bed and reached for her shoes. A pair of sneakers. Her favorite. She brought the right one up to her nose and inhaled deeply. She moaned softly, then buried her nose deeper for a second whiff. By the time she was on the left shoe she was in heaven. Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
    â€œWhat the fuck are you doing?” Crawford barked. He found his