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down-low. This guy named Anthony probably likes your ass. Otherwise, why would he have given you almost three thousand dollars worth of services?”
    LaKeeta frowned. “Uh, trust me, Sis. He was just being nice. I'm for certain I'm not a guy like Anthony Paulson's type.”
    “Uh, why not? Cause he's White?”
    LaKeeta had to admit to herself that that was part of the reason. The other part was that she'd only seen guys like him with thin, supermodel-type girls.
    “You do know this is the two-thousands, right Keeta? People date and marry all over the color spectrum nowadays.” She smiled. “Don't be surprised if this guy is attracted to you, boo.” She giggled. “And when you call telling me you guys are on your first date, I'll try my best not to say ' I told you so '.”
    LaKeeta shook her head, then got back to work on shutting down the store. Despite her logical mind saying my sister is crazy , she felt a tiny part of herself fantasizing about, ' What if it turns out she's right?' .

 
     
     
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    CHAPTER FIVE
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CHAPTER NUMBER FIVE
    Anthony woke up in the middle of the night and sighed. He looked at the alarm clock on his nightstand. It read two thirty-four. He shook his head as his fingers instinctively wrapped themselves around his very swollen, rock-hard erection. That had made the second time that night that he'd woken up in his current state of arousal—all from dreaming about LaKeeta Hunt. Specifically, her voluptuous, curvy body and dazzling smile — her winning personality also didn't take away from his very apparent attraction to her.
    He frowned. He'd only known the beautiful girl a total of two days and she was invading his dreams and wrecking havoc with his sleep cycle.
    He sat up in his king-sized bed and grimaced. It had been a very long time since a woman had affected him in such a way. Yes, he certainly had a healthy appreciation for beautiful women, but he'd never experienced an occasion where one had woken him up from his sleep like this — two times in a row.
    He sighed. He already knew instinctively that the only thing that was gonna get his cock to go down was going to be a cold shower or a quick jerk-off. He'd done the cold-shower the first time. This time he intended to give the old hand-job a try.
    As he closed his eyes and relieved his situation, he couldn't help but concentrate on the sexy image of LaKeeta Hunt that seemed to be permanently etched into his mind.
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    The following morning, running on less than five hours of fitful sleep, Anthony still managed a smile for the front desk attendants at Body Work Zone.
    “ Good morning, Mr. Paulson,” Jan said to him then grinned. “Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?”
    Anthony shook his head. “No. But thanks for the offer. I'll pick one up once I get upstairs.”
    Jan licked her lips as she watched him walk towards the elevators.
    The other woman working the front desk looked at Jan and smiled. “Uh, I don't know if you noticed or not sweetie, but you're positively salivating over him.”
    Jan cut her eyes at the thin, older, redheaded woman. Then she smiled sweetly. “Last time I checked, I didn’t think it was anything wrong with a girl showing her appreciation for a good-looking guy, Amelia.” Her eyes got a faraway look to them as she continued speaking, almost to herself. “Plus he’s loaded….practically a freaking billionaire.” She sighed. “I wouldn’t have to spend my days behind this fucking counter if I were Mrs. Anthony Paulson.”
    The other woman shook her head. She’d been working for Body Work Zone for almost seven years — since it had first moved to Houston. She’d known Anthony Paulson just as long. In her eyes, she couldn’t imagine seeing her boss married to Jan Schulz. Jan seemed to be all sugar and spice on the outside, but she had a darkness in her heart that Amelia tended to cringe