Page 144 of Curvy Girl Summer

His eyes swept down my body. His tongue ran from one side of his mouth to the other before he forced his eyes back to mine.

Swallowing hard, I pushed down my attraction to him.

“What are you doing?” Ahmad demanded.

My heart thumped in my chest. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m waiting for the bathroom.”

I saw how his black T-shirt clung to his muscular body earlier, but walking down the hall, I was able to take in his full form.

He is sexy as hell. Someone I need to keep at a distance. But sexy as hell.I licked my lips and then realized I was staring.I should go. I should run back into the bathroom.

Before I could make a move, he was standing a foot in front of me. “That’s not what I meant. What are you doing with him?”

My eyes opened wide, giving him an incredulous look. “What?”

A group of women were passing by, and Ahmad grabbed my arm and moved me to the side.

“Can we go somewhere and talk?”

A chill ran down my spine. I hated how the throb in my chest made its way between my thighs. I looked beyond him at the man running into the men’s bathroom. I needed to walk away.

“I only have fifteen minutes, and I need to talk to you,” he continued.

I had every intention of saying no. I had a date—a very handsome and entertaining date—waiting for me, and it would be rude to keep him waiting for a man who lied to me.

But with Ahmad’s fingers wrapped around my forearm, his eyes burning into mine, and the coconut rum running through my veins, my defenses weren’t just down. They didn’t exist.

“Fine,” I relented softly. “What do you want to talk about?”

Another group of women, probably eight in total, came skipping and screeching down the hall.

“Not here,” he grunted before tugging me with him through the unmarked door.

I gasped, my heels skating along the floor as I flew into the room. He had a grip on me that ensured I wasn’t going to fall, but still.

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“What are you doing?” I reacted, yanking myself out of his grasp after he slammed the door behind us. Looking around the small office, I put my hands on my hips. “Ahmad, what the hell?”

He stalked from the door to the desk and then back to the middle of the room where I stood. It was alarming how sexy he looked with his features hardened in anger. My taut nipples pushed against the lace top as I took him in. His ire fanned the flames of mine, but my body’s reaction to him was totally unexpected.

“You’re not falling for that fake Shaw Lockwood, are you?” he questioned, jaw tensed.

“What?” I sputtered, crossing my arms over my chest. “What’s it to you?”

“That guy is not who you think he is. He ain’t it.”

My face scrunched up in disgust. “Says who?”

“He was being a little too friendly with Asia before you got here.”

Well, that’s a little disrespectful.

My face was unchanged even though I was slightly irritated by that bit of information. “Okay. It’s a first date. And he’s not my man.”

“It’s disrespectful,” he pointed out.

“It’s none of your business,” I countered, squeezing my thighs together. “Why are you coming at me like this?”

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