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college in and out of several co-ed beds before Stiles met Celeste and fell in love.
    As their humor subsided, Trenton said, “I hope you know I do everything I can to be honest with the women I’m with so they don’t get hurt.”
    Stiles glanced at him. “I know. I guess I just wish to see my older brother find a special woman and be as happy as I am.”
    “No one can be as elated as you.” He purposely stayed away from the talk of him settling down.
    “You may have a point.”
    As they continued into the city their conversation turned to business. Something Trenton was a lot more comfortable discussing. He would leave matters of the heart to his brother and the kind of people who stayed at chocolate houses.
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    “Rayner here.” The husky timber came through the line.
    Jolie swallowed. All of a sudden her mouth went dry at the sound of his English accent. “Hello, Trenton. It’s Jolie Tymber.”
    She had debated with herself all day whether to call Trenton or not. Every time her heart talked herself away from calling him, her body countered with images of his body, face and voice. A man that dark natured had to be wicked and delicious in bed.
    “What are you wearing?” he asked.
    “Excuse me?” Maybe he had forgotten which woman he’d given his number today. She didn’t fool herself in believing she was the only one he was attempting to get with. But she at least wanted to be remembered.
    “I asked what you were wearing. Was that not clear?”
    Sitting on her couch in her plush living room with the fireplace roaring, her shoulders tensed. She was getting pissed. “I’m sorry, I think you have me mistaken with another woman.”
    “Jolie Rayner, a beautiful black lady who probably stands about five-seven if she wasn’t in sexy four-inch heels. Jolie Rayner, the owner of an ass that should either be thoroughly licked or fucked. Jolie Rayner, the woman who smells like oranges and summertime. Anymore questions about if I know who I’m talking to?”
    Hell, she couldn’t even breathe, let alone think of a question. The fire in the room that had originally made it feel warm and toasty now with her temperature elevated to the point of boiling her blood, the fire was too much accompanied with his words. She pulled her large T-shirt away from her body trying to cool down.
    “No,” she croaked, still attempting to get herself together.
    “Just because I enjoy having uncomplicated sex with different women, doesn’t mean I just go around handing out my card every minute of the day.” There was a slight edge to his voice as if he were aggravated about something.
    She felt like apologizing for offending him, but held her tongue. He was the one offering a one night of pleasure arrangement, so she wasn’t going to feel bad if people read him wrong.
    “Back to my original question, Jolie.”
    She had to smile at his persistence. “Why do you want to know how I’m dressed?”
    “Or not dressed would be my preference,” he volunteered. “Normally, when I invite a woman to a rendezvous and they call me after the dinner hour they usually want me to come over.”
    “Maybe it means that they’ve been debating the wisdom of calling you.”
    “If you’re having second thoughts, then why did you ring?”
    Settling deeper into the couch, she stared through her curtains at the star-speckled sky. With the lights out in her house the stars were vivid. “I don’t know.”
    “Let me help you out, Jolie.”
    She heard the sound of a chair squeezing and she wondered if he was still at work.
    “You desire me just as much as I desire you. We are both clear about that. However, if you don’t want to do this I won’t make you. Neither will I make this easier for you by telling you lies to get into your panties.”
    She bit down on her bottom lip. What he was saying was similar to what he’d told her earlier in the day. “I appreciate that.” Taking a deep breath, she let it out and confessed, “I want to be with