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been trying to lose weight for jobs."
He scoffed. "Jasmine, there's nothing wrong with your weight. You're beautiful, and I find you very attractive."
Her face felt hot with redness again. Was he really being serious? She'd never had a man so interested in her body--it almost seemed too good to be true.
Mack signaled for the server to come back, muttering something to him that Jazzy couldn't hear. As the server left, it was her turn to pass him a confused look.
"I ordered something more suitable for you," he replied. "Most thin models may have to be ridiculously conscious about what they eat, but there are no boundaries for you while you're working for me. Plus, this is all my treat."
Jazzy smiled to him just a little, and then her lip quivered. She hadn't meant to get emotional, but the thought that Mack not only saw past her weight but actually found it appealing was almost hard to believe. There was a genuine sincerity in his eyes that promised her he didn't lie.
Jazzy ate better than she had in a long while. Mack's generosity and kind words had removed the scared and awkward feelings she'd had toward him almost completely. She and Mack discussed her job history and a little more about her likes and dislikes, things that should have normally been covered in a traditional interview. Some of the night was professional talk, but Mack's occasional compliment or soft smile helped Jazzy ease up and wish for the night to never end.
After a small helping of dessert, Mack paid for the dinner and stood from the booth. He offered his arm to her, and she took it with eagerness. Mack led her out of the bistro with a smile and then back to the truck. He opened the door for her without a word and let her climb in, then got in himself on the other side. Once he'd shut his door, he sighed heavily and glanced at her. Jazzy quickly looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring.
But then a hand was at her chin, and Mack turned her head to look at him. "Jasmine..." he whispered. A swift search of the eyes was all that was needed, and then Jazzy fell into his arms. Her lips pressed against his in almost an urgency. In some strange way she felt she wanted the contact, but didn't know why. Mack kissed her firmly, curling his fingers around the back of her head to pull her closer. Jazzy pushed herself into his lap, hooking a leg around his hip in the cramped space to get even closer to his body. She wanted to be wrapped in his warmth and protection, though she never felt like she needed that security until now.
Mack held onto her thigh with one hand and trailed his fingers up to her breasts. His hold on her was steadfast and commanding, proving to her that he knew exactly what he wanted. Jazzy kissed down his throat, then met his lips again as Mack tugged up the hem of her blouse. Her skin shuddered some under his caress, but she welcomed it, and pressed herself closer to his hand, urging for him to continue.
Their breath grew hot and heavier with each passing moment as they tangled into an embrace and yearned for each other's lips. Jazzy pulled in even tighter to Mack's body, resting fully in his lap, and felt the lifting bulge at his groin.
She barely knew Mack, yet so badly she wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her, and she wanted to cry out his name to the ceiling of a bedroom. She wanted to be his.
A loud chime sounded from Mack's pocket, and he paused and sighed, reaching to see who called him. Mack's face was lit up from the phone light as he looked at the screen. "It's Victor," he uttered.
"Take it," Jazzy insisted, pulling off his lap.
Mack was against the idea, already reaching for her again. "Jasmine--"
"It's okay," she tried again, pushing his hand back toward his phone. "You and Victor had a fight. You should probably talk to him."
Mack ground his teeth lightly for a moment in thought, and then finally answered on the fifth chime.
Jazzy watched
He scoffed. "Jasmine, there's nothing wrong with your weight. You're beautiful, and I find you very attractive."
Her face felt hot with redness again. Was he really being serious? She'd never had a man so interested in her body--it almost seemed too good to be true.
Mack signaled for the server to come back, muttering something to him that Jazzy couldn't hear. As the server left, it was her turn to pass him a confused look.
"I ordered something more suitable for you," he replied. "Most thin models may have to be ridiculously conscious about what they eat, but there are no boundaries for you while you're working for me. Plus, this is all my treat."
Jazzy smiled to him just a little, and then her lip quivered. She hadn't meant to get emotional, but the thought that Mack not only saw past her weight but actually found it appealing was almost hard to believe. There was a genuine sincerity in his eyes that promised her he didn't lie.
Jazzy ate better than she had in a long while. Mack's generosity and kind words had removed the scared and awkward feelings she'd had toward him almost completely. She and Mack discussed her job history and a little more about her likes and dislikes, things that should have normally been covered in a traditional interview. Some of the night was professional talk, but Mack's occasional compliment or soft smile helped Jazzy ease up and wish for the night to never end.
After a small helping of dessert, Mack paid for the dinner and stood from the booth. He offered his arm to her, and she took it with eagerness. Mack led her out of the bistro with a smile and then back to the truck. He opened the door for her without a word and let her climb in, then got in himself on the other side. Once he'd shut his door, he sighed heavily and glanced at her. Jazzy quickly looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring.
But then a hand was at her chin, and Mack turned her head to look at him. "Jasmine..." he whispered. A swift search of the eyes was all that was needed, and then Jazzy fell into his arms. Her lips pressed against his in almost an urgency. In some strange way she felt she wanted the contact, but didn't know why. Mack kissed her firmly, curling his fingers around the back of her head to pull her closer. Jazzy pushed herself into his lap, hooking a leg around his hip in the cramped space to get even closer to his body. She wanted to be wrapped in his warmth and protection, though she never felt like she needed that security until now.
Mack held onto her thigh with one hand and trailed his fingers up to her breasts. His hold on her was steadfast and commanding, proving to her that he knew exactly what he wanted. Jazzy kissed down his throat, then met his lips again as Mack tugged up the hem of her blouse. Her skin shuddered some under his caress, but she welcomed it, and pressed herself closer to his hand, urging for him to continue.
Their breath grew hot and heavier with each passing moment as they tangled into an embrace and yearned for each other's lips. Jazzy pulled in even tighter to Mack's body, resting fully in his lap, and felt the lifting bulge at his groin.
She barely knew Mack, yet so badly she wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her, and she wanted to cry out his name to the ceiling of a bedroom. She wanted to be his.
A loud chime sounded from Mack's pocket, and he paused and sighed, reaching to see who called him. Mack's face was lit up from the phone light as he looked at the screen. "It's Victor," he uttered.
"Take it," Jazzy insisted, pulling off his lap.
Mack was against the idea, already reaching for her again. "Jasmine--"
"It's okay," she tried again, pushing his hand back toward his phone. "You and Victor had a fight. You should probably talk to him."
Mack ground his teeth lightly for a moment in thought, and then finally answered on the fifth chime.
Jazzy watched
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