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feeling the vibe that I felt when I was around her. It hardly seemed possible that I had only met her yesterday, but I suppose that helped explain why I couldn’t get her off of my mind.
    Kennedy was gorgeous.
    She knew that and I knew that, so of course I wanted to fuck her.
    Well… actually I take that back.
    Kennedy wasn’t the type of girl I could just have sex with and toss to the side. Kennedy was the type of girl I wanted to wine and dine, come up with some corny ass jokes to tell her just to see her smile. The type of girl I wanted sitting courtside at my games before I brought her home for some slow, long love-making to celebrate. She deserved the bubble bath, strawberries, and champagne treatment. Not the quickie in the backseat kind. And from what I could tell about her, she wasn’t exactly the type to get down like that anyway. I mean, even the fact that she wanted to do lunch instead of dinner showed me she was willing to duck and dodge the pleasure to focus on the business. But I had something in store to test her willpower.
    I was sure she wasn’t expecting to have lunch at my crib, but I figured it was a good place to start getting to know each other.
    For the job that is.
    The doorbell rang signaling her arrival and I licked my lips excited to see what her reaction to me was gonna be. I pulled the door open and got an even better reaction than I could’ve imagined. Her eyes slowly scanned my exposed body, right down to the towel wrapped around my waist.
    “Up here, Kennedy,” I teased.
    Her mocha brown skin turned rosy as she put her hands over her face. “ Oh. Oh! I’m… wow . Can we start over?”
    I laughed as I pulled her inside by the hand, shutting the door behind us. Then I gave her the same onceover she had already given me. I quickly learned that her idea of dressing casual was totally different than anything I could’ve thought of. She made her skin-tight jeans and thigh-high boots, with a sequined blazer thrown over a plain tee look fresh out of someone’s print Ad. But considering her occupation, I suppose I should’ve been more specific.
    “Well, welcome to my house.”
    She looked straight up at my vaulted ceilings as she asked, “You live in this humongous house all by yourself?”
    I shrugged. “For now; yeah. Just waiting for the right woman to turn it into a home I guess.”
    She flashed her eyes at me like I had said something crazy, but it was the God honest truth regardless of how it may have sounded to her. Having whatever girl I wanted, when I wanted her was getting old. And after falling out with the girl I saw as the closest thing to “right”, a replacement sounded better than ever.
    “Makes sense. Now can we talk about why you’re in a towel?”
    Easy access.
    “I figured I’d give you your first test. To dress me that is.”
    She didn’t flinch as she answered, “Oh. Okay. Well where’s your closet?”
    “In the bedroom.”
    Still no flinching.
    “O... kay. So where’s your bedroom?”
    “Upstairs,” I said with a flirtatious smile to test her.
    She only returned my smile with a politer one as she said, “Lead the way.”
    She followed me up the stairs and I paused at the door of my master suite to ask, “You ready to see where the magic happens?”
    “Very funny, Bryson. Come on before you catch a cold being out here all naked.”
    “Well, I’m not all naked. But I can definitely make that happen if that’s what you prefer.”
    There’s the flinch.
    She gulped before she pushed out, “Towel is fine. Let’s get to the closet.”
    I opened the door and allowed her to step in first so I could get a good view of her ass.
    Damn, I shouldn’t have done that.
    My towel did nothing to hide my natural, bodily reaction to a fine ass woman being in my bedroom.
    She looked around with wide eyes as she said, “Wow. This is amazing, Bryson. You actually have pretty good taste.”
    I walked over to the closet with Kennedy in tow, turning on the light as I