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Rather than speculate, she held still and waited. “About?”
“About coming to my house for the rest of the weekend.”
She considered it. If she went there, it might start giving her ideas. And this was only supposed to last two more days. Her heart didn’t know the difference between two days and fifty. She had to be careful because Tripp was the kind of man she could fall hard for.
“I think we can have a lot of fun right here if you’re willing.”
He grinned. “I’m more than willing. I’m going to eat you up.”
Chapter Four
At the end of the weekend, Toya sat gingerly in her car. She was more than a little sore. But it was a good ache. Tripp had been true to his word, and he’d worn her out. Sex on the bed, the wall, the floor on top of blankets, the shower, the chair, the table—she couldn’t think of a place they hadn’t done it. Who’d have thought a small-town cop could satisfy her so thoroughly? His wife must have truly been insane if she chose some other loser over this guy. Toya almost wanted to thank her for screwing up so that she could have the experience.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tripp asked for the millionth time as he stood at her door. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” She blew him a kiss, but he leaned down to make it real. Her heart beat faster, but she patted her chest. Calm down, girl. It’s over. “I admit I’m sore. Who wouldn’t be, but I’ll recover soon enough. It had been a while.”
His eyes twinkled. “I’m glad. I had fun, a lot of fun.”
“Me too.” She looked down at the keys in her hands.
He touched a curl at her temple and played with it. “There’s that other girl.”
She looked up and frowned. “What other girl?”
“The shy one.” He gave the curl a gentle tug. “You’re not sure right now, so you’re not as confident.”
“Would you stop reading me?”
“No, I like it.” He laughed at the face she made at him. “Okay, let’s get back on clear terms. How about this? I come up next weekend, and we enjoy some more of what we had over the last couple of days.”
“Long-distance booty calls? I don’t know…” She had to admit his proposition had appeal. She wanted to see him again, and if she did think of it in terms of him just coming to get some, her heart could stay tucked away. “How about we say once more with you coming to me. Then we’ll see after that.”
“Deal.” He leaned in the window again and kissed her. “Drive safe. Mind texting me when you get there so I know you made it?”
She saluted. “Sure, officer. See you later.”
Toya turned over her car’s engine and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. While she drove down the street, she kept glancing at him in the rearview mirror. He stood by his SUV not getting in, just watching her drive farther away. Toya wondered what he thought of her. Was she just a good fuck? Did he feel the threat that he could fall in love like she did? Probably not. That’s why she had to be careful. One more time, and then she would end it.
* * * *
“I’m so sorry. I’m running late. Can you come by here?” she texted.
“Of course. What’s the address? I’ll punch it into my GPS.”
She gave him the address to her office and waited for him to confirm that he could find it. Then she forced him from her mind until later. She’d learned in the last week, everything would go to hell if she didn’t keep that man in a container in her thoughts, to be taken out and played with at night when she was alone.
Of all weeks, they were preparing for a fashion show. She wanted desperately for a design or two to be picked up by one of the top buyers. If that happened, then maybe she could move out from under her boss and strike out on her own. She had to sit under a man she didn’t consider to be half as talented as he thought he was. But Kel had connections, and in their business, that could count for ninety-five percent of success, not just talent.
Speaking of the devil, Kel strolled up and put an arm around her waist. “Toya, honey, I know you have what I’m looking for.”
She winked. “Of course, I always have what you need.” She handed him the listing that showed all the pieces they had agreed to show this time around. Several had been cut, but not the ones she’d considered crucial. She did her best not to take it personal. A few of the other designers had also seen drastic changes, and whined about it. Toya remained professional. If Kel pissed her off, she wasn’t going to tell him about himself. Not to his face anyway.
“You are my girl,” he quipped, and she resisted rolling her eyes. The man tried to talk “black” but failed every time. Why he thought he had to do it with her, she didn’t know. Kel kissed her cheek and moved off. Toya was consumed right away with another issue.
The day had grown late, and Toya’s feet were killing her. She stood at a design table in the common room where people came and went all day. This wasn’t the place she did most of her work. That happened in the quiet peace of her office. Here was where she could see a model wearing what she’d put on paper, a place she could make some last minute adjustments in 2D then check it out on a live body.
She slipped the straps over her ankles and let her heels drop to the floor. While she rubbed her calf, Kel happened by again and noticed the wince of pain on her face. “I’m a horrible boss for keeping you so long. Spank me later,” he insisted.
