Slow Seduction by Marie Rochelle Read Free Book Online

room and went to take a shower.

    Standing outside
Clinton
’s front door, Jenisha rung the raised doorbell with her right hand and held the hot pizza with her left. She had driven up at the same time as the pizza delivery boy and decided to pay for it. She took a couple of deep breaths and waited for
Clinton
to answer the door. She really didn’t know what she was going to say to him.
    “I’m coming,”
Clinton
yelled from the other side before the door was yanked open.
    Jenisha’s mouth fell open at the sight of
Clinton
’s wet body standing on the other side of the door. His dark brown hair was brushed back off his forehead showing off his mesmerizing green eyes. Chest hair covered his massive chest and screamed for her touch, but she resisted the urge to run her nails down his delicious body. A drop of water started at the middle of his chest then slid into a pair of well-worn the jeans that were still unbuttoned and showed off his washboard stomach.
    He radiated a masculine aura that drew in her body like a magnet. The very air around her sparked with sexual chemistry so much that she thought she might faint from the power of it. How can one man be so perfect for her in so many ways, yet, totally wrong for her at the same time?
    “Hi,” she whispered when she finally got her voice back.

    Clinton
braced his shoulder against the doorframe so he wouldn’t haul Jenisha into his arms. His mind couldn’t absorb the outfit she was wearing. He knew
Los Angeles
temperatures were warm, but her damn shirt was going to give him a heart attack.
    The white top had a slit up the front showing off her smooth stomach with a hint of navel. He didn’t think his woman needed to be wearing something like that in public unless he was around to protect her. It might give too many men the idea that she was free and single which wasn’t the case by a long shot. Plus, the black jeans she had on molded her long legs to perfection. He felt the beginning of an erection happening.
    “Jenisha, why are you standing outside on my porch holding a pizza? Is this a part time job I didn’t know about?” he teased.
    Jenisha’s soft voice laughed at his joke. “No, I drove up the same time as the delivery boy, so I paid for the pizza. Do you have a problem with that?” she tossed back.
    “No, I’m not upset. Come on in before our food gets cold.” He moved back from the door so she could come inside. “Just sit the food in the kitchen while I go and put on a shirt.”
Clinton
shut the door behind them, then turned and headed for his bedroom.
    Jenisha spun around and watched
Clinton
’s muscular back leave the room. She enjoyed the way the muscles moved in
Clinton
’s back when he walked away. I’ve got to stop lusting after him or I won’t get any work done on this project. Pushing down her desire to follow him, she went in the opposite direction.

    Five minutes later
Clinton
strolled back into the kitchen with a white T-shirt in his hand. He paused in the doorway and pulled it over his head and down his chest. “Okay, where’s the food so we can eat?” Eating a slice of pizza wasn’t the first thing on his mind, but he didn’t have to let her know that. She was already jumpy enough around him as it was. He didn’t want to put any added pressure on her that would make her leave.
    “Umm, the pizza is on the table.” Jenisha grabbed the paper plates by the microwave and sat them on the table. She was trying to get her mind off that
Clinton
was standing five feet from her with his jeans still unbuttoned.
    “Where did you get that shirt from?”
Clinton
asked. He sat in the chair across from Jenisha, grabbed two slices of pizza from the box, and tossed them on his plate.
    She glanced down at her shirt, then back up at him. “True gave it to me last year as a Christmas gift. Why? Is there something wrong with it?”
    “No, I love how it looks on you. It’s a very sexy top and I’m just surprised you would wear