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“Can I help you?” Imani’s voice snapped him out of his inappropriate daydream.
“I…uh…yeah; I have a package for you?” he stuttered. What the hell is wrong with you, man? his inner voice said. Chance, the irresistible ladies man is at a loss for words…I can’t believe it.
Chance shook whatever effect Imani had on him off, and got himself together. No woman had even been able get and keep his attention like this…not with her clothes on. Imani hadn’t even done anything particularly sexy, yet he extremely turned on right now.
“Didn’t your mama ever teach you that it’s not polite to stare?” Imani asked as she walked towards him.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it; the view was too nice for me to look away. I don’t know many men who wouldn’t stare at an ass like yours,” he said in the most seductive voice he could muster up.
Imani smirked as she reached for his handheld computer so she could sign for her package. Something about knowing that Chance had been staring at her ass, and that he was obviously a little flustered, made her happy. “You’re such a smooth-talker; I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”
“Yes…but this time, I mean it. As a matter of fact, all you really need to do is look down to see how much of an effect you had on me just now.” he responded.
Imani shifted her eyes downward. Her eyes widened when she looked at his crotch and saw the bulge pushing against his work pants. She gulped hard to keep from drooling, and without realizing it, she licked her lips. Daamnn! Why was it so hot in there all of a sudden?
“You want this?” Chance asked walking towards her.
“Yes, I want all of it,” she answered. The naughty thought she’d had in her mind slipped out of her mouth, instead, and she wished she could take her words back.
Chance laughed out loud. “I’m flattered; but I was referring to the box; do you want it here, or would you like me to take it to the back for you?”
“Oh!” She felt sooo stupid at the moment. You really need to get it together, girl. “Y-you can set it here on the table, I guess.” Did she really just tell this man she wanted his dick? She couldn’t even look at him as she reached for the box he was holding.
Her fingers brushed against his as he handed it to her, and she could swear he deliberately grabbed her finger. She looked up at him, and saw the unmistakable lust in his eyes. Her breathing picked up as they stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds. She nervously licked her lips, which had suddenly become dry.
“Do you always lick your lips when you’re nervous?” Chance asked her.
“Who said I’m nervous?” Imani asked as she set the box on top of one of the dining tables. She attempted to use her nails to peel back the packaging tape from the top of the box.
“Let me help you,” Chance said. He came up beside her and removed a box cutter from his pocket.
Imani admired his muscular forearms as he opened the box. She wanted to use her tongue and trace the veins that snaked down the insides of them. When he turned to face her, she got a whiff of his cologne. Curve. She recognized it immediately. Kyle used to wear that same cologne. For some reason, it smelled so much better on Chance, though.
Whenever Kyle would wear this cologne- before she found out what a snake he was- it used to instantly turn her on. There was something about this men’s fragrance that was so seductive, and those same urges she used to get when Kyle wore it, she was starting to get them now.
Not realizing that she was doing it, she leaned in closer to Chance, inhaling his scent. Damn, he smells so good. She wanted to lean in closer, smell his neck, and maybe even lick it. Would he think she was weird if she did that?...
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