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dual towel warming rack was located across from the marble sunken Jacuzzi tub. There was also an 18-inch flat screen TV that hung from the ceiling. Behind the bathroom door hung a beautiful blue velvet monogrammed robe that looked comfortable enough to spread onto the floor and use as a coverlet in front of the fireplace.
    She could hear the faint sounds of her favorite neo-soul artist, Maxwell, wafting throughout the suite. She followed his pleasing melody out to a private balcony located just outside the French doors of her bedroom.
    â€œThis view is breathtaking. If my crew could see this, they would no longer worry about me; they'd be envious of me!” Dee laughed as she pictured herself calling them up to join her for dinner in her lavish suite. She would pay for a full price airline ticket just to see the look on their faces.
    Dee sat down at the small patio table for two and marveled at the spectacular view of the Atlantic Ocean. She was in awe looking at the crystal blue waves casually drifting back and forth on the sand. A quiet sea breeze tap-danced across her face and down to her tired muscles. She felt her muscles relax as she laid her head back on the chair and soon she was dozing.
    The morning rush hour traffic twenty-five floors below was nonexistent as the faint sound of a buzzer disturbed Dee's tranquility. “Where in the world is that buzzing coming from?” Dee awakened out of her peaceful slumber and realized that the sound was coming from the phone in her room. “I told them I would be fine!” she said, as she went inside to answer it. “Now, what? Hello, Jodie?”
    â€œNo, this is not Jodie. Try again, Desiree,” the sexy baritone voice answered back.
    â€œOh my, goodness! Chris?”
    â€œWhat other man would know your room number?” Chris teased, pretending to be jealous.
    â€œJust you, baby, but…”
    â€œWhat time did you get in?”
    â€œJust a few minutes ago.”
    â€œBut, how'd you know…I mean…I didn't tell you…”
    â€œSlow, down girl, first things first. How'd you like my gift?”
    â€œYou bought me something, but where is it?” Dee asked while her eyes scanned the room.
    â€œYou're standing in it!”
    â€œStanding in…oh my! Chris, that was you?”
    â€œYou like it?”
    â€œDo I like it? I love it. I should have known that you had something to do with this romantic view and exquisite suite.”
    â€œNothing but the best for my baby. See, you already forgot that you told me you were flying into town today for a meeting. And I know you stay at the same hotel every time you come to Miami. So, it wasn't hard to figure out.”
    â€œYou devil!”
    â€œYeah, I want to be one with you. What time can I come over?” Chris whispered seductively.
    â€œAhhh…I'm looking at my watch now, how about an hour?”
    â€œToo long, baby, I'll be there in thirty minutes,” Chris purred before she could answer.
    â€œAh, okay, I can't wait to see you, either,” Dee said, chuckling into the dead receiver.
    Chris Dickerson was Dee's Miami lover. He was a linebacker for the Miami Dolphins and had a $5.2 million contract. Although he scored high in charisma and looks, her lover lost points when it came to intellect. Nevertheless, his extremely sexy style and the way he made Dee feel in bed dropped his brain to secondary importance.
    Just the sound of Chris's voice made Dee quiver. His voice was so deep, mellow, and smooth that it made the late Barry White's voice sound like a canary. Chris couldn't walk into the same room without Dee wanting him to take command of her body and make love to her. His small, dark eyes could take control of her, and his lashes were long, especially for a man with a 6'4” 225-pound frame. The smoothness of his bronze skin gave the appearance that it had never been introduced to a razor, and his upper body was cut like a middleweight wrestler.