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beauty at his side. What was the girl’s name again—Marcia, Jan or Cindy? Maybe he was thinking of The Brady Bunch . Blair, Jo, Tootie—no, that was the Facts of Life .
    The woman moaned softly as she turned and wiggled her rump against his hip—a silent invitation and a coy way of letting him know that she was no longer asleep. Hard and ready, he was more than willing to RSVP her invite when the phone rang.
    Mentally, he wrestled with whether he should answer, but then relented when his gaze read the digital clock. Groaning, he snatched up the phone. “I’m up, Taariq.”
    â€œYeah? Well, you’re late,” he said, irritation dripping through the phone line. “It’s bad enough you dissed us at the party last night for that Beyoncé wannabe. By the way, how was she?”
    Charlie glanced out of the corner of his eyes to skim over the woman’s voluptuous form imprinted beneath the silk sheets. “A gentleman never tells.”
    â€œHas anyone ever told you you’re one lucky S.O.B? You eased up on her two seconds before I did.”
    â€œYou snooze, you lose.” He smiled and sat up. “Give me about an hour, and I’ll be right over.”
    â€œOne hour.” Taariq huffed. “I’m going to hold you to it.”
    â€œWhatever.” Charlie hung up and turned his attention back to—Penny? No, that was Good Times . Well, when in doubt, he relied on his favorite pet name. “Hey, baby girl.” He eased a hand beneath the sheet and caressed her soft skin. “I really hate to have to do this, but I, um, I’m afraid it’s time to get up.”
    She emitted another soft moan, but then gracefully rolled over to her side to face him. Big, beautiful cat-shaped eyes fluttered open to reveal an intriguing shade of gray.
    â€œDo we really have to get up?” she inquired, curling the corners of her full lips.
    Charlie stared at the nymph in his bed as though it was the first time he’d seen her. Her face was devoid of makeup except the slightest hint of red lipstick. She was stunning. “Denise,” he murmured.
    â€œYou remembered. I’m impressed.”
    â€œHow could I ever forget? Denise just like in The Cosby Show ,” Charlie covered smoothly.
    â€œDo you always try to do name associations with TV shows?”
    Charlie blinked. “Not always.”
    â€œThen I guess the rumors are false.”
    â€œRumors?”
    Denise’s tinted lips widened across her face. “C’mon. You have to know you’re a man with quite a reputation.” Her eyes traveled down his chest and settled on his erection. “Not all of it bad.”
    Charlie’s ego inflated. “Glad to hear it.”
    Something stirred at the foot of the bed and since Charlie didn’t have any animals, he jumped, but then quickly relaxed when the covers lifted and Samantha’s—like in Sex and the City —tussled head peeked out. “Are you sure it’s time to get out of bed?”
    Charlie’s smile slid wider. “Did you two have something else in mind?”
    â€œAs a matter of fact—” the beauty tossed the sheet back from her body to give him a clear view of what she was offering “—I have a few things in mind.”
    His erection throbbed and robbed him of sufficient oxygen for him to think clearly. At last a smile rolled across his lips. “To hell with Taariq.”
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    â€œ You let her meet Charlie Masters?” Nicole, Anna’s busybody best friend roared incredulously. She pretended to rub wax out of her ears. “Please tell me I’m hearing things.”
    A bored and sleep-intoxicated Anna struggled to rake her fingers through her frizzy hair before turning her attention to her large mug of coffee. “Gisella is a grown woman and more than capable of keeping her legs closed.”
    Nicole’s eyes narrowed. “No woman can think straight