ALL HE DESIRES (Voluptuous Woman Series) by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online Page B

tomorrow?”
    “I’m a Big Sister to a little girl who I promised to take to a movie.”
    He nodded. “Then how about having breakfast with me Saturday morning at my place?”
    She swallowed. “Breakfast? Saturday morning? Your place?”
    He chuckled. “Yes, that was the gist of my invitation.”
    She didn’t say anything for the longest while, then asked, “What time?”
    “Whenever you get there. I get up and jog around the same time I usually do each morning, and should be back home and showered by eight.”
    Dominique thought of all the reasons she shouldn’t go to his place for breakfast, the main one being anytime the two of them were alone things tended to get out of control. A part of her wanted a little excitement in her life, but still she knew she had to be cautious with everything that she did.
    “Okay, I’ll join you Saturday morning for breakfast, but only if you let me bring something.”
    “All right, you can bring the orange juice.”
    She smiled. “Orange juice it is.”
    ***
     
    “You came alone?”
    Dominique couldn’t help but smile when she leaned forward to place a kiss on her grandmother’s cheek. Every Thursday the family got together for dinner at her grandparents’ home. “Yes, of course I came alone. Why is that so surprising?”
    Before she could walk away and join the rest of the family in the living room, Constance Kincaid caught hold of her oldest granddaughter’s wrist. “Wait just a minute, young lady. Where is the young man I’ve been hearing so much about?”
    “And what young man is that?”
    “The one Ruth claims could pass for Sidney Poitier’s grandson.”
    Dominique couldn’t help but grin. Everyone, including her grandfather, knew of her grandmother’s fascination with the movie star, which had spanned well over fifty years. So for her to believe any man could resemble Mr. Poitier was definitely an honor.
    Deciding not to pretend she didn’t know who her grandmother was referring to, she said, “I have no idea where he is, Gramma. I don’t keep up with him and he doesn’t keep up with me.”
    Her grandmother released her wrist with a frown on her face. “And just what sort of relationship is that?”
    “None. Contrary to what you may have been told, Jordan Prescott and I are not an item.”
    “Then what are you?”
    “Acquaintances.”
    Constance Kincaid snorted. “Acquaintances don’t carry on the way I heard the two of you were doing in your chambers, young lady.”
    Dominique raised her eyes to the ceiling. Evidently it had been too much to hope that for once Michelle could keep her lips zipped. “You can’t believe everything you hear, especially if it comes from Michelle.”
    “Ruth backed up her story.”
    “That doesn’t surprise me. Now, if you’re through with your little interrogation, may I go join the others?”
    A few hours later, Dominique thought that if another person asked her about her relationship with Jordan, she would scream. She tried convincing herself that their questions were understandable, since she hadn’t shown any interest in a man in over a year, but enough was enough. Heaven forbid if they found out Jordan was her neighbor and that he had invited her to breakfast at his place Saturday morning. She couldn’t help but smile. It was a secret she would share with no one, especially with her mouthy sister.
    “Is there any reason you’ve washed that same plate five times?”
    Dominique quickly glanced down at the plate she had in the sudsy dishwater. “Oops, I guess my mind was elsewhere,” she said, finally rinsing the plate and handing it to Michelle to dry. As part of the Thursday night dinner ritual, she and Michelle always washed and dried the dishes, since they never contributed to the cooking of any of the food. She and her sister were of the same minds that if you couldn’t microwave it, why bother?
    Michelle threw down her dishtowel. “Okay, sis, ‘fess up. What is it that you’re not telling