Page 46 of Believing in You

Nyla practically floated to her car. She’d done it. She had saved, sacrificed, and made a lifelong dream into reality. Her dad always said, if you work hard, anything is possible, and she proved that to be true.

And this is only the beginning.

When she climbed into her car, instead of driving away, she pulled out her phone and called her favorite person. The phone rang several times before he picked up.

“Is this the new owner of Moody Days Jazz Club?” Harrison said by way of greeting, and Nyla laughed.

“As a matter of fact, it is!” She squealed and was grinning from ear to ear as if he could see her.

“Damn, baby, I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.”

Nyla placed her hand over her heart, suddenly choked up. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” And she meant it. He trusted her enough to invest in her and her dream. That was something she would never forget.

“Yeah, you could’ve done it yourself. It might’ve taken a little longer, but that club would’ve been yours one day.”

He was right. She’d been determined to own the club no matter what but having his financial support made it happen sooner.

“Harrison.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for believing in me.”

“Always, baby. I’ll always believe in you.”

Tonight was the night.

Nyla had been a ball of energy since early that morning in anticipation of the celebration tonight. She and Harrison had been busy coordinating contractors, overseeing every single detail of renovations she’d wanted to have done. They’d even helped with a few.

She had closed the club for two weeks. During that time, the minor makeover included a fresh coat of paint throughout the building, new shelving and mirrors behind the bar, and they’d updated the sound system.

Those small changes were just the beginning of her short-term plans for the club, and they had made a world of difference. Nyla couldn’t wait for her family and friends to see the improvements. They’d all be there soon, and she had a few more tasks to take care of before her guests arrived.

First, she needed to finish up this interview with the reporter, Milton, who was sitting on the other side of the desk typing furiously on his tablet. He’d been there for an hour, and though he had asked great questions, he seemed to be jotting down every single word she said. Which was taking forever.

But she couldn’t afford to complain. He worked for a local newspaper that had a ton of subscribers. No way would she pass up a free opportunity to spread the word about Moody Days.

“All right, Nyla, I think I have everything I need.” Milton shoved his tablet into his messenger bag before standing. “Thanks again for your time, and thanks for the invite to the celebration tonight. I’m looking forward to it,” he said as she walked him to the door.

“Good. I’ll see you later.”

She moved back to her desk, but before she could reclaim her seat, Harrison strolled in wearing his Black Knight Rider gear. The man looked like a big, strong, intimidating, badass. Nyla loved his Clark Kent daytime persona, but his musician disguise made her horny as hell. He was all broad shoulders, wide chest, and muscles everywhere she looked. And suddenly, she wanted him like a chocoholic wanted chocolate.

She rushed past him, slammed the door closed, and locked it before turning back to him. He had already shed his hat and coat and was now looking at her strangely.

“How about a quickie?” she said as she started stripping out of her clothes.

Harrison stood in the middle of the room, his eyes suddenly like hot molten lava as he watched her undress. Nyla was already wet for him, but when his tongue snaked out and swiped his bottom lip, she grew wetter. When all her clothes sat in a pile on the floor, she ran and leaped into his arms, knowing he’d catch her.

Sputtering, it was like his shock had stolen his words until he said, “Whoa, babe! Hello to you too.” His deep baritone was huskier than usual. “Though I love seeing you naked, but here? What’s gotten into you?”

“Hopefully, you in like sixty seconds if we’re going to get in a quickie, and I mean it has to be super quick because people will be here soon,” she said while grinding against him as she nuzzled his neck.

Harrison held her tighter, moaning as she started sucking on his neck. Then his erotic sounds turned into a curse when he stumbled back, bumping into the desk.

“Okay. Okay wait,” he said in a rush and suddenly set her on her feet.

At first, Nyla started to protest as she squeezed her thighs together, struggling to tamp down the delicious ache betweenher legs. But then Harrison wasted no time getting out of his boots, jeans, and his boxer briefs. He didn’t even bother with his shirt. Instead, he dug for his wallet and removed a condom.

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