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something like it. Especially in front of me, knowing it will have me thinking all sorts of fun ways to get you out of it.”
    Jenisha opened her mouth to reply, but he stopped her. “I’m not going to bother you, so please don’t give me another lecture.”
    “Oh, okay,” Jenisha whispered, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
    Clinton
stopped with a slice of piece halfway to his mouth. Did he just hear a note of disillusionment in her voice? Did she want him to flirt with her after all?
    In the shower earlier, he decided to leave the heavy pursuit alone for a while and let them become better friends before he pressed the issue of a deeper relationship. Could he have been wrong? Did Jenisha want him to keep making all the first moves? Well, he wasn’t about to do anything else until he sure she wanted the same thing he did.
    “Now, don’t let me eat this whole pizza by myself. Grab a slice.” He pointed toward the half-eaten box.
    Jenisha gave him a small smile and pulled slice of pizza from the box. “How in the world did you know this is one thing I can’t say no to?” She grinned.
    He watched her perfect teeth bite into the warm pizza. Her eyes closed and she moaned in the very back of her throat. He couldn’t take his eyes off her if he tried. The look on her face at that moment would have another man running from the room with a painful erection, but it only enhanced the attraction he had for her. He wanted to see the same look on her face when he made love to her for the first time.
    Feeling his eyes on her face, Jenisha opened her eyes. “Sorry about that. I just love the first bite of pizza.”
    His gaze dropped to the corner of her mouth. “You have some sauce by your mouth.”
    “Where is it?”
    He watched in agony as Jenisha’s moist, pink tongue darted out and removed the sauce from the corner of her mouth.
Clinton
closed his eyes as a rush of desire hit him full force. If he didn’t get out of this room in the next two seconds, he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. He shoved the chair away for the table and stormed from the room.
    “
Clinton
, what’s wrong?” Jenisha yelled at him.
    Walking into his bedroom,
Clinton
slammed the door behind him and blocked out the sound of Jenisha calling his name for a third time. He yanked the shirt over his head and flung it across the room. It landed in a white puddle inside the chair next to his bed. He ran his fingers through his hair.
    “Shit, I knew this would be a mistake coming here to work on this with Jenisha. I can barely be in the same with her before my love and desire for her takes over.”
    He glanced at the closed door and sat down on the bed behind him. “I can’t go back out there until I’m sure I won’t beg her to feel something for me in return. Maybe if I stay in here alone enough she’ll leave and then I won’t have to say anything at all.”

    Clinton
didn’t know long he stayed in his room, but when he glanced out his bedroom window it was dark outside and there wasn’t any kind of sound coming from the living room. “I better get up so I can do some work because I’m going to have a long night in front of me.” He raised his body off the bed and went to the door.
    Opening the door, he walked down the long hallway.
Clinton
turned to his left and froze dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Jenisha hadn’t left him! She was sitting at desk looking at his designs. “I thought you would have left by now.”
    He slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans and moved further into the room. He looked at the tiny tendrils that escaped the heavy silken mass of black hair at the back of her neck. He would give anything to be able to run his fingers through it.
    She spun around in the chair to face him. “No, I really need for us to talk about something,
Clinton
.”
    He watched her slender fingers twist together in her lap. He recently figured out that Jenisha only did that when she was nervous