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I was, although that was due to the patent-leather open-toed pumps she wore, with a brown skirt, and a red short sleeved top with a diving neck-line. She looked as if she was cast from milk chocolate. Slim arms and legs, heart-stopping curves, and lustrous black hair that cascaded past her shoulders in sensuous curls. Her eyes were like pools of root beer. Her skin glowed. The smile was bright and white, nearly incandescent.
    Clarice stepped next to me. “Jeff Humphries, I’d like you to meet recording artist and model Danielle Evans.”
    Chapter Four
    Danielle
    Oh. My. God. He’s perfect ! Just perfect.
    He was five-eight, short for a man but just my size. Short wheat blond hair. Brown eyes that caught the light just right. A slender build. Not exactly an Adonis. But perfect, just the same!
    He wore a button-down shirt, light grey with dark grey pinstripes, the top two buttons undone, over a light grey t-shirt, with rumpled khaki cargo pants, and big white sneakers. I so badly wanted to run my candy-apple red glamour-length fingernails through his hair! I wanted to rip off all his clothes ! Oooohhh, shit !
    And then suddenly I was walking towards him and Clarice was saying, “Danielle, this is Jeff Humphries.”
    I made myself extend my hand towards him. He took it. I wrapped my slender brown fingers around his hand and tried not to notice the pleasant contrast between skin tones.
    I said, “It’s nice to meet you, Jeff.”
    “It’s nice to meet you, too, Miss Evans.”
    “No, Jeff, please call me Danielle. All my people get to call me Danielle.”
    He smiled, making lines appear on his face. “Okay, Danielle.”
    Darryl got up from the table and stood next to me. I said, “Jeff, please allow me to introduce you to everybody. You’ve met Clarice, of course. This is my agent, Darryl Strawberry. Darryl, this is Jeff.”
    Jeff stuck his hand out. Darryl took it. Strong handshake. Single crisp nod. Darryl said, “Nice to meet you, sir.”
    Jeff gave a single nod back. “And you as well, sir.”
    Then I said, “And sitting at the table is my manager, Tyrone Williams.”
    Jeff cocked his head back. Tyrone didn’t so much as wave at him or even give a single nod. For the moment I ignored this insult against my new employee. There were more important things to be taken care of.
    I said, “I see you made the trip okay. Clarice, did you show him his room yet?”
    “Yes, I did, Danielle.”
    I said to Jeff, “I do hope it’s to your liking.”
    “Oh, it’ll be fine, I’m sure.”
    “Please don’t think you’ll be too busy to enjoy yourself around here. I don’t intend to work you that hard.”
    He laughed. “Thanks, I appreciate that. Speaking of which, when do I start?”
    “Tomorrow morning. But let’s worry about that in the morning. Right now I’m sure you’re more interested in lunch. Naomi?”
    My cook suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Yes, Miss Danielle?”
    “Naomi, I’d like you to meet our guest, Jeff Humphries. He’s going to be staying with us a few days. Jeff, this is Naomi, my cook, housekeeper, and whatever else you need.”
    Jeff stuck his hand out, and Naomi put her hand in his oh so gently. She said, “It’s nice to meet you, Jeff.”
    He just said, “Likewise, Naomi.”
    I said, “What do we have on the menu for Jeff? He looks hungry from traveling.”
    “Nothing right now, Miss Danielle, but I can whip something up real quick if our guest is hungry. You hungry, sugar?”
    “Uh, yeah, actually, I am.”
    “What you in the mood for? I can whip up some beanie-weenie if you want.”
    “Actually that sounds really good.”
    Naomi gave Jeff a saucy wink and said, “I’ll get right on that for you, sugar. Don’t go nowhere.” She brushed his shoulder with her hand as she went behind him, on her way to the kitchen.
    I wanted to laugh. Jeff looked like a man who had just discovered paradise. Instead I said, “Has Clarice given you the tour?”
    Clarice replied, “I was just