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knowledge that she’d had the best time since, what felt like forever. Being in the company of a charming, handsome and exciting male certainly did a lot of things for a girl’s ego. And sometimes, like now, when he growled deep in his throat as she rocked her rump just so against the burgeoning bulge in his groin, she almost forgot that she was paying for every second of his time. But even that did nothing to sour her mood, not when she sensed he was as attracted to her as she was to him. They would never see each other after tonight, but it was clear they had something between them that overrode the fact that he was simply a male escort hired for one evening of companionship…
     
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    “I needed a last minute date to show my boss that a black woman can still find a good man,” she blurted out suddenly, surprising him as she turned round in the circle of his arms to face him
    “What?” Jordan asked, a startled grin crossing his lips.
    “I’m answering your question. The one you asked earlier at dinner, about why I’m doing this. Well, I mean, I know I asked you first, but…”
    “Tiana…”
    “No, I’d like to finish. That woman has always put me down for one reason or another, her latest being that I can’t find a decent man. Because I’m black, I guess. So…I came up with this bright idea to bring a gorgeous, sexy man as my date to her wedding. The only problem was none of my male friends would go with me! And I’d seen the Gents4Ladies website on Wendy Williams so I figured, why not? And the fact that you’re white made it even better.” She giggled as she stumbled against him.
    Jordan caught her to him, wrapping an arm around her waist with a lop-sided smile on his face. “Are you having a good time?” Jordan asked, his voice light and a little teasing.
    “Can’t you tell?” she asked, laughing gaily as she flung her arms around his neck. She giggled again, feeling silly but unable to help herself especially after the champagne at the wedding and cocktails here at the club.
    She slowly stopped laughing, her eyes serious as they held his for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”
    “No,” he said promptly, but he was smiling. So she asked him anyway.
    “It doesn’t matter either way, but…I guess I’m really curious,” Tiana went on musingly, “Would I be someone you’d be interested in physically, on a good day? I mean, if you weren’t being hired for the evening.”
    “You mean, would I sleep with you for free?” he asked humorously. “Yes, definitely.”
    She slapped his chest in mock-anger, and he re-phrased, “Not trying to flatter you, Tiana, and this is just hypothetical, but – yes, you are certainly someone I’d be attracted to and would want to, I don’t know, even try out a relationship with.”
    “You’re so sweet,” Tiana purred, leaning into him, tipping her head back, their lips almost brushing as her gaze grew hooded, sultry as his factual words sent a thrill of irrepressible pleasure through her…
     
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    Jordan felt his body tense as Tiana’s lips drew close. He was losing his cool here, forgetting to play Mr. Suave and instead of doing the enticing, was getting highly enticed himself. Her body so close against him, her feminine, sweet-hot scent, was very, very distracting. He couldn’t think straight, or remember what he was supposed to say next. Something cool, confident, charming? His mind was a white, lust-filled blank.
    “What time do you turn back into a pumpkin?” she mumbled, her hands clutching his shirt front, her eyes smoky.
    “Not until the sun comes up in the morning,” he replied huskily, not recognizing his own voice which was no more than a rasp. “Can I take you home?”
    Tiana smiled, bit on her bottom lip, and nodded.
     
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    “Oh my God, Alyssa, he’s amazing! He’s everything I’d have hoped he’d be. Very handsome, fun to be with, and cool. Oh, and sexy as hell.”
    Tiana was in the ladies’ room of the