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He moved his chair, so he was next to me and not across from me. “Believe me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

I think this man likes me.

“Where y’at?” a Love on Top staff member greeted us. Before we could respond, he continued. “The drinks are at the bar. The food can be picked up over on the other side of the bar. And if you need anything, I’m Tyler and I’m monitoring this section. Just flag me down.”

“Hi, okay thank you!” I picked up the menu and scanned it. There weren’t a lot of food choices listed, but I noticed that none of the prices were listed either. “How do you know how much anything costs here?”

“What do you want?” Kwame asked, peering over at the menu.

“I’m not hungry right now, but I was looking at the gumbo. If I would’ve known beignets were on the table, I wouldn’t have worn a black dress.” I giggled as I continued reviewing the menu. “This vibe is everything.”

“It really is. And you can have anything you want. It’s all included.”

My eyebrows flew up. “What?”

“That wristband gets you whatever you want in here,” he explained.

“It’s my golden ticket.”

He reached out and tapped my temple. “Your mind. That’s your golden ticket.” He pointed to my face and then gestured to my body. “Your beauty. That’s your golden ticket.” He brushed his finger against my lips. “Your words and how you speak. That’s your golden ticket.” He trailed his fingers down my neck and followed the cleavage. “Your heart. That’s your golden ticket.” He leaned over so that his lips were on the shell of my ear and his hand dropped below the table and grabbed my knee. “And your pretty pussy. That’s your golden ticket.”

Desire curled deep in my core causing me to squirm in my seat. I licked my lips. “Does that mean one of these golden tickets gets me anything I want from you?”

He moved his head so that our eyes were locked. “I want you to hear me when I say this. You can have anything you want from me. Anything. Anytime. Anywhere.”

I couldn’t fucking breathe.

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Chapter 9

A night of dancing up against a man who looked like God personally etched out every detail himself was enough foreplay for me. But the conversation, the laughter, the fun we had made me want Kwame Mitchell in a way I hadn’t wanted anyone in a long time. It was feral. It was irrefutable. It was heady. And as I walked into Kwame’s hotel room, all I could think about was sex.

I looked around the clean room. “This is a nice suite.”

“The company usually puts us up in decent places,” he answered from behind me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me into him. “But I feel like there’s a problem with the bed.”

“What?”

“You’re not in it.”

My groan turned into a giggle. “How is it possible that you can even make corny lines sexy?”

He dropped a kiss against my neck. “It’s a gift.”

“Can we get out of these clothes and get to business?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Good. May I use your bathroom?” I asked, looking toward the corner where it was located.

“Yes. It’s right here.” Without letting me go, we crossed the room. “I didn’t want to be presumptuous about what was going to happen tonight, but I asked housekeeping for a toothbrush and other toiletries just…in case.”

After the way you fucked me in the computer lab, I made some presumptions of my own,I replied internally.

“Thank you,” I replied aloud.

“I’ll get changed and get everything ready.”

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