NiceGirlsDo by Marilyn Lee Read Free Book Online Page A

Instead of tossing it into the trash, he pushed it in the pocket of the jacket he wore.
    He rubbed his temples. After he'd had a few hours’ sleep, he'd decide how to handle Darbi. Handle her? What was there to handle? They'd shared a few hours in bed when they shouldn't have. It wouldn't happen again. End of story.
    He recalled the feel of her breasts against his chest ... and the taste of her lips. The aroma of her aroused pussy haunted him, along with the memory of the incredible delight of thrusting into her ... again and again. Then there was the exquisite climax he'd experienced with her. Those thoughts led to the desire he felt to know what made her happy. And the urge to ensure she was satisfied before he even thought of his own needs. End of story?
    Yes, damn i, Clayton. End of story. You are not getting involved with her. Not only does she work for Calder, but she doesn't date white men. There are too many other black women who do date white men to waste your time chasing one you’d have to convince dating you i okay before you can even woo her.
    * * *
    Darbi woke alone the next morning. Sliding out of bed, she searched the nightstands and dresser for a note or message from Clay. Although she noticed the notepad that had been by her bed the night before was now on the top of the desk by the window, she could find no message. If he hadn’t planned to leave her a message, why had he moved the notepad? She sighed, her shoulders sagging. Would it have killed him to leave some indication that he'd enjoyed their night together?
    Get a grip, girl. Of course he didn't leave any message. It was a one-night stand. The night is over. He’s moved on and it’s time for you to do the same.
    She went into the bathroom and showered. As the water cascaded over her body, she closed her eyes and allowed her thoughts to drift to the delights of the night before.
    Clay hadn’t been her first handsome, skillful lover. Martin had been both. But Martin had never done what Clay had done, satisfied her without coming himself. She sighed. There was something irresistible about a man who didn't always put his dick first. Too bad she and Clay weren't likely to meet again. For him she'd been willing to make an exception and date a white man ... at least until her ebony knight rode into her life. Giving herself a mental shake, she left the shower, and quickly dressed. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 7:20 a.m. She had less than an hour to have coffee and catch the hotel shuttle to the job fair.
    * * *
    She arrived at the fair with five minutes to spare. By the time she made her way to the hall hosting Calder's booth, it was nearly 8:15. She moved quickly down the aisles of the big hall, noting the names of the various recruiting companies.
    Near the center, she spotted the Calder Technologies sign and smiled. They'd landed a good location. A pretty, blue-eyed blonde sat at one of their tables. Darbi approached and extended her hand. “You must be Melissa. I'm Darbi Raymond.”
    The blonde smiled and shook her head. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. Raymond.”
    “Please call me Darbi.” She put her briefcase down and sat behind the desk located to one side of the table where Calder Tech employee applications and information pamphlets were arranged.
    She glanced across the aisle. Her gaze narrowed. Frazier Technologies was located just opposite. A beautiful, model-thin woman with skin the color of dark toast staffed it.
    “Ironic, huh?”
    She glanced at Melissa and nodded. “I understand Frazier himself is here. Have you seen him?”
    Melissa shook her head. “Not yet, but I've been keeping my eye out for him.”
    Darbi arched a brow. “Oh?”
    Melissa grinned. “I know our own head honcho, Jefferson Calder, is handsome, but I hear Frazier is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.”
    Darbi recalled Sharde's description of Frazier. If he were half as delicious as the man she'd spent the night with, he must be