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brows furrowed in a frown. “This place isn’t as big or nice as the other one.”
    Rebecca laughed. “Who says I need big or
nice?”
    Her brother’s frown deepened. “It’s not about
what you need. It’s about what you deserve .”
    “Aww, that’s so sweet of you, Sheed.”
Reaching up, Rebecca gave his cheek an affectionate pat. “Seriously though,
don’t worry about me. This apartment suits my needs just fine. The rent is more
affordable, and it’s within easy walking distance of the Inner Harbor and
Lexington Market, where I can buy fresh fruit every day. If you really think
about it, for what I’m paying a month, this place is a steal.”
    “Yeah, I guess so.”
    Rebecca winked playfully at him. “Hey, if it
doesn’t work out, I’ll just move into your bachelor pad.”
    “Works for me,” chimed in Rasheed’s best
friend and roommate, Chris Douglas, who had just strolled into the apartment.
Short, stocky and good-looking, he flashed a megawatt grin at Rebecca. “You
know you’re more than welcome to move
in with us, Rebecca. Any sister of Sheed’s is a sister of mine.”
    Rasheed rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.
“On that note, we’d better get this truck back to U-Haul before I end up using
it to shovel up all this bullshit I’m hearing.”
    Rebecca grinned. “Now, now, Rasheed. Be nice.
It was very kind of Chris to give up his Saturday to help me move. Thank you, Chris.
I really appreciate it.”
    He sketched a gallant bow. “The pleasure’s
all mine.”
    As the boys were leaving, Rebecca heard Chris
exclaim to Rasheed, “Man, your sister’s fine as hell .”
    Smiling at Rasheed’s growled warning, Rebecca
closed the door behind them and surveyed the clutter before her. How could one
person accumulate so much junk? she wondered, shaking her head at all the
moving boxes. She definitely had her work cut out for her. But for now she was
tired, thirsty and craving a hot shower. She would tackle the unpacking in the
morning after a good night’s rest.
    If she got a good night’s rest.
    Rebecca frowned, remembering the way she’d
spent the previous night tossing and turning, her mind filled with vivid images
of Vince Gray. Two days later, she still couldn’t believe she’d let a complete
stranger kiss her. He’d kissed her and, worse, she’d kissed him back—and
had enjoyed every last moment of it.
    The memory of that scorching kiss and the
fantasy that had preceded it were seared upon her brain, to the point where
she’d been unable to think of little else since then. During the night, she’d
awakened from a steamy dream to find herself moaning as she rode her fingers.
    She—who’d been too consumed with her
doctoral studies over the past two years to give sex a second thought—had
actually masturbated.  
    It’s
a sign, girlfriend , a voice
chided . You’ve deprived yourself long
enough. You need to get laid. And what better person to end your drought than
that scrumptious hunk from the club?
    Just thinking about Vince Gray’s deep, sexy
voice and heat-seeking tongue made Rebecca’s nipples get tight and tingly. She
had no doubt that the man knew how to pleasure a woman, and that making love
with him would be an unforgettable experience. But that was part of the
problem. A guy like Vince Gray would never be satisfied with just one partner.
For all Rebecca knew, he’d probably spent the following evening at another
nightclub picking up women. She was willing to bet he rarely—if
ever—went home alone.
    Why
do you care? You’re not interested in marrying him or bearing his children. You
just need him to scratch an itch for you, and then you can both go about your
business.
    Rebecca frowned and shook her head at
herself. Why was she entertaining these crazy thoughts about a man she’d met
only once and might never see again? Assuming Vince did return to The Sultan’s, she wasn’t scheduled to work again
until Tuesday. He probably wouldn’t even remember her or