Don’t bother

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Jamal came out of his musing and glanced at the Rolex on his wrist. Twenty-five minutes had crept by since he pulled up to her building. This little game was getting on his damn nerves. He hissed an expletive as his date materialized in the lobby, sashaying towards the glass doors. No doubt she was a gorgeous woman. Her statuesque, curvy frame complimented Jamal’s tall, muscular frame. The two-looked good together and turned heads whenever out and about on the town. This evening would be no exception with him dressed in a black suit, shirt and tie and her in a form fitting gold, low cut gown.

Jamal’s irritation with Brittany didn’t prevent him from being a gentleman. He got out of the vehicle and went to the front of the building. A month ago, his mouth would have watered at her luscious breasts spilling out over the top of her gown. Without a single word Jamal would’ve led her back up to the penthouse where he would’ve had her climbing the walls. But it wasn’t a month ago. Tonight all he saw was a pretty, empty shell.

Brittany smiled when he accepted her arm and tucked it in the crease of his elbow. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. But you know I had to look good for the public,” she purred, batting fake lashes.

Jamal grunted to keep from telling her what he really thought of her for having him to wait for damn near half an hour. He refused to look at her when he opened the passenger side for her to get in. Frustrated, Jamal slammed the door shut.

“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, Jamal.” Brittany teased as he slid behind the wheel. Walking her fingers up his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch, she cooed, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Don’t bother. “We’ll see,” he mumbled, pushing her hand away before pulling off.



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