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what’re you gonna do today?”
    Brandon sighed heavily. “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. What about you?”
    â€œI don’t know. I’ll probably just—” Suddenly she screamed.
    â€œWhat is it?” Brandon asked in alarm. “What’s wrong?”
    Tamia froze in her tracks, staring into the living room.
    There, reclining on her sofa with his feet propped up on the coffee table, was Dominic.
    Jolted awake by her scream, he opened his eyes and regarded her in groggy confusion.
    â€œTamia?” Brandon prompted. “What happened?”
    â€œI-I thought I saw a mouse,” she stammered.
    â€œA mouse?”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    Tamia and Dominic stared at each other.
    Before he could utter a word, Tamia rushed over to the sofa, jumped onto his lap, and clapped a hand over his mouth.
    Shut up! she silently warned.
    A wicked gleam filled his eyes.
    â€œAs much as they charge for rent in that building,” Brandon joked, “you’d better not have any damn mice.”
    Tamia forced a laugh. “I know, right?”
    â€œSeriously though. Are you okay?”
    â€œI’m fine,” she quickly assured him. “I just hate rodents.”
    As Dominic’s eyes glimmered with laughter, Tamia glared at him. Dark stubble covered his jaw, and he wore a white wifebeater over his suit pants. Black tribal tattoos wove down his thick, muscular biceps. Her mind flashed on a memory of her tongue tracing the intricate pattern as she slowly rode his dick.
    As if he’d read her mind, Dominic’s lips curved into a smile beneath her hand. The damp heat of his breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine. She watched as his heavy-lidded eyes lowered to her large breasts bulging from her skimpy lace bra. Feeling his dick harden between her thighs, she scowled and yanked her robe closed.
    When she moved to climb off Dominic, his strong hands gripped her waist, holding her in place. She hated the way her pussy throbbed against his erection.
    Will I ever be immune to this crazy motherfucker?
    â€œBrandon”—her voice was shaky as hell—“let me call you back.”
    He hesitated for a long moment. “We can talk some other time.”
    Her heart sank like an anvil, because she knew that he was telling her good-bye. “Um . . . okay,” she mumbled, blinking back tears. “Enjoy your weekend.”
    â€œYou too, Tamia,” Brandon said quietly. “Take care.”
    As soon as the call ended, Tamia slapped Dominic across the face and screamed, “ What the fuck are you doing in my apartment? ”
    He stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “What the hell are you talking about? You invited me here!”
    â€œWHAT? I did not!”
    â€œYes, you did.”
    â€œStop lying, muthafucka!” Tamia shrieked, scrambling off his lap. “Why the hell would I invite you into my apartment when I didn’t even want to have dinner with you?”
    He shook his head slowly at her. “You don’t remember, do you?”
    Tamia stilled, her eyes narrowing on his face. “Remember what?”
    Dominic frowned, lowering his feet to the floor. “When you left the restaurant last night, I was worried about you because you looked like you didn’t feel well. So I followed you outside to the parking lot. When I saw you sitting in the car with your head on the steering wheel, I tapped on the window and asked if you were okay. You said you were, but I didn’t believe you. So I offered to follow you home to make sure you arrived safely. When we got here, you invited me up for a drink.” He pointed to the table.
    For the first time, Tamia noticed the empty bottle of wine and two glasses, one bearing red lipstick on the rim.
    She eyed Dominic suspiciously. “I don’t remember any of that.”
    â€œI’m not surprised,” he said wryly. “You had a lot to drink. You