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ended up moving to Miami and after that I only saw her once. We had managed to stay in touch by email and phone for a few years, but that eventually fizzled away. When I got a Facebook page I searched for her with no luck. I often asked her father about her. He would say that she was studying abroad somewhere like London or Paris during our high school years. Last I heard she was in college down in Florida. I could remember Mendosa recently mentioning that she was about to graduate.
                  When I planted her feet on the marble floor in the fancy foyer there was still a gorgeous smile on her face. The braces that she’d worn as a child had paid off, because her teeth were perfectly white and straight. Her long hair flowed down to her mid back and was full of bouncy, loose curls. Her flawless make up wasn’t caked on, but perfect like it had been done by an artist at Mac. The outfit she wore showed off her curvy, 5’5 frame in high heels and I was enjoying the view. Hmm, I wasn’t looking at her like I did when we were kids.
                  “Wow, look at you.” There was a sly look in her eyes that matched her grin. “You’ve grown into a good looking man…Keys.”
                  “Mmm, shit, look at you…” I shook my head not knowing what adjectives to use to describe her fineness.
                  Her skin was a smooth, soft mocha tone and her mysterious, slanted eyes were coffee brown. Oh my God, no wonder Mendosa kept her away from me. She was beautiful and I would’ve definitely tried her by now. Shit.
                  She led me into the sitting room and my eyes were glued to her round butt as Ana entered with a tray of drinks.
                  “Hello Mr. Keys. Would you like some lemonade?” There was a pleasant smile on her face.
                  I smiled back. “Hello Ana, and yes, thank you.”
                  The tart, but sweet, ice cold beverage cooled me down instantly. Ana was right on time. Looking at Jasenia had made me hot as hell. Dayum shawty was bad.
                  When Ana left the room Jasenia picked up where our conversation had left off. We were sitting together on the sofa and I’d almost forgot that Mendosa would be there soon. I didn’t want him to think anything. He’d always been over protective of his daughter.
                  “Uh, don’t you think you should be sitting somewhere else when your pops gets here?” My eyes drifted down to her exposed thigh and I shook my head. “Mmm.” I couldn’t help it. It just slipped out.
                  That damn thigh of hers was brown, smooth, firm and thick. I had the urge to reach out and grab it, but I contained myself as I bit down on my bottom lip. The desire that I felt for her was undeniable. I wondered if she felt it too.
                  “Don’t worry about him. It’s not like I don’t know you.” She waved off my statement like it was ridiculous.
                  “Sen, really?” I referred to her by her childhood nickname. “You know how Mendosa is over you. I heard about how he went down to Florida to visit you and shot some nigga because he was staring at your ass. Besides, you don’t know me as a grown man.”
                  She laughed and hit my leg playfully. Her hand lingered there a little longer than I expected. I took another sip of lemonade to distract myself.
                  “True, but he didn’t shoot him. He shot at him. He meant to miss,” she corrected me.
                  “What’s the difference?” I asked with a shrug of my shoulders. “I ain’t tryna get shot or shot at by your crazy old man.”
                  “The difference is that nigga is still breathing and speaking of knowing you as a grown man, I can get to know you.” She grabbed my phone. “You’re a man, so I