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passed by. “I have been. And I didn’t. And I won’t. But I don’t need to worry about that, right?” She gave her sights to Jarod.
    “Oh no. Not from the kid.”
    “Good.”
    “Good.” He turned up the jazz radio station a notch.
    Tamiko looked his way and spoke to his profile. “Would you fool around if I did?”
    “To be honest with you, I probably would.”
    “Really?” Tamiko turned the volume back down. “I thought you said two wrongs don’t make a right. That’s a double standard.”
    “That’s just keepin it real. That’s just a man trying to get his mind off of stuff.”
    “Not sure if I like your honesty.”
    They came to a red light. “The thing is, foolin around would mean it’s over anyway, right? But, we don’t have to worry about that so, we’re straight.” He reached for her with his eyes.
    She smiled and leaned over to kiss him on his cheek. She said, “We are,” and glanced out of the passenger side window.
    They met about a year ago, around the same time as Milan and Lavender. Jarod had applied to be a bodyguard for Tamiko’s dad just before he got sick. Tamiko was working as her father’s assistant. Her dad didn’t hire Jarod. First of all, her dad thought he was too young, even though he was twenty-seven at the time. But also because at the last minute, her dad’s best friend asked him to hire his son. But by then, Jarod had already shown up for the scheduled interview at a hotel in Vegas where Tamiko’s dad was about to make what would be his last performance onstage. And Tamiko was bitten. Hard.
    Jarod bought his new luxury car to chauffeur people around the vastness of the greater Atlanta area. He was born in Decatur and knew the city like the back of his hand. He’d started his own car service company last year and it was paying off well enough. He had his regular clients who made his business a success. By night, he worked for Milan as Lavender’s right hand. The man never slept.
    During the day from eight until five, he dropped off and picked up clients. And from nine at night until four in the morning, he worked at Erotic City. When he did have a night off, the second thing that was most on his mind was sex. And even though Tamiko spent her time putting all she had into trying to turn her love of fashion into her own clothing line called Cheekz, she worked some serious overtime of her own trying to please him. But, she felt it was worth it. She considered Jarod to be her best friend and her soul mate. Unlike with the other men she’d bonded to who left her broken hearted, she wanted this one to be different.
    A while after arriving home, they lay in bed in the master bedroom suite of Tamiko’s place. It was the home her father had bought when he’d married Nancy seven years ago. The outside was red brick with a clay roof. The inside of the five-bedroom McMansion had rich, cherry hardwood flooring and mahogany paneling. The walls were dark tan with buff crown molding. Most of the rooms were sparsely furnished being that Nancy took just about everything as part of the divorce settlement, but the main bedroom and sitting area were complete. The large area even had a full wet bar and a two-sided fireplace.
    Atop the fitted leopard-print comforter, both buck naked, they watched a
Baby Got Back
porno. As usual, Jarod’s favorite X-rated star, Cherokee, was doing what she did best. Bouncing her world-class ass. And what an ass it was.
    “How’d you get to be such a butt fiend?” Tamiko asked, keeping both eyes on the gingerbread-colored, talented, booty shakin porn star.
    Jarod’s left hand gripped only half of his rock-hard penis. “I couldn’t tell you.”
    “It’s like it’s a fetish or something?”
    “I wouldn’t call it that.”
    “Well, what would you call it then?” Tamiko rested her head upon his buffed shoulder and looped her leg in between his legs.
    “Me liking big butts isn’t out of the ordinary, is it? I mean, a fetish is something you