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The black Jeep Grand Cherokee with dark tinted windows pulled up on the tarmac of the Teterboro Airport. The glossy whiteness of the private jet offset the gloominess of the cloudy day. Mark climbed out of the driver’s side and opened the passenger’s door.“Ms. Lopes, your bags have already been carried on board the plane.”Natalie smiled, tucking her straightened hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Mark.”“Can I take those for you?” he said, nodding to the two hand-sized baggage’s on the leather seats.“Yes. Thank you.” She treaded out of the SUV, her steps faltering when she saw Palmer standing at the foot of the jet’s stairs. Dressed in dark blue jeans that showed off his long thick thighs, a grey short-sleeved shirt that clung to his bulging biceps that were covered in tattoos, he looked positively dangerous. A ball cap covered his head, but curls of dark blond hair jutted at the back of the cap. Her stomach flip-flopped at seeing him. She had been surprised when Mark knocked on her

Palmer breathed in the roasted aroma of the Colombian coffee that wafted from the coffee cup being filled by the sci-fi looking coffee maker. His mouth watered from the smell; in his entire existence, he had not tasted such excellent coffee.As he waited for the coffee in the small kitchenette, he saw Natalie standing in the hallway, talking to a colleague. Dressed in a skirt suit that showed her brown toned legs and perky ass, she looked captivating. His hand itched. He badly wanted to touch that ass, stroke it, and give it a good smack. A smack to show his displeasure at her doggedness at not acknowledging their night together. Sure, he knew nothing can happen between them now, but that night was something he didn’t want her to dismiss so quickly. For the past two weeks, there has been an awkward politeness between them that didn’t touch on anything remotely friendly. He picked her up at 8:30 each morning, with the same good-mannered greeting that she would return with a small smile

Natalie strolled into the air-conditioned restaurant near Madison Square Park, two blocks away from her apartment. She was meeting Makayla and Aniyah. After a crazy night out, it was their ritual to meet again the day after to dissect the night and spill any juicy gossip. Unfortunately, Natalie had her juicy gossip following two feet behind her. The day had also gotten worse when Nathan came to confront her in her office.Nathan stomped into her office. His face red with anger. With his blond hair and icy-blue eyes, Nathan would have been extremely handsome if it weren’t for his slimy aura. “I can’t believe Lopes took me out of the Angola account and gave it to you. Such nepotism!” he sneered.Leaning back in her chair, her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. “Nathan that account was mine to start with. You were helping me when I was otherwise occupied.”He scoffed. “You mean when you were gallivanting with the Arab playboy?”She stood up from the chair and braced herself against the

Natalie treaded warily into her father’s office. She was ten minutes late and her father was a stickler to being on time. The wall of floor-to-ceiling windows let in the morning sun. The thick windows muted the traffic noise below. On one corner was a seating area with soft leather lounge sofas in pale brown, with a coffee table strewn with business magazines, newspapers, and books. Her father’s table sat in the far corner, lined by bookshelves packed to the seams with books. When she walked in, her father rose, his burly figure out of his chair, his hands firmly planted on the pale wooden desk. His Umber skin reddened by anger. Edson Lopes was a formidable opponent in the boardroom and this morning his intense stare focused on his daughter.“Natalie Luisa Lopes, where have you been these past weeks that I had to call you in for a meeting?” His brown eyes glowered at her. Sometimes her dad made her feel like she was five years again instead of 36 years.“Daddy, you know I was dumped b

Natalie heard the hotel room door click closed. Palmer was behind her as she walked into the reclaimed wood flooring. Her heels clicking on the wood. The sliding doors curtains were open and the lights from the Brooklyn Bridge poured into the room, illuminating it. The East River was midnight black in the night.She could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he closed the gap between them. Palmer placed his hand on her neck, her nerve ending coming alive with each touch as he stroked her. She arched her neck to feel more of his touch. He kissed the base of the neck. His lips full and soft. Palmer’s tongue traced a line across her shoulder. His erection pressed against her back and his hands moved across her stomach, she felt them through her dress. She took a deep breath and smelled his clean male scent mixed in with beer and wood sage. Natalie twisted her lips, seeking his mouth. His chest to her back, his hands moving up her dress until they teased her nipples. She moa

How to heal a broken heart? By drowning it with pink cocktails. Well, that was Natalie’s plan when she downed her third pink concoction ordered by her friend Makayla.The trendy club in Brooklyn Heights was packed to capacity and the three girls were lucky to get a booth near to the bar and further way from the DJ booth.“He was a dick, anyway. You are better off without him,” Aniyah said, twirling a yellow umbrella in her cocktail glass.Natalie sighed into her drink. “He really did have a nice dick and knew how to use it too.”The group of girls bursted out laughing.“You know what they say. To get over a guy, you get under another one and that tall drink of blond has been eyeing you all night Nat.” Makayla said, her honey-colored eyes twinkling with mischief.Natalie rolled her eyes. Aaden dumped two weeks ago. This night out was meant to get her mind out of the depressive state it has been in, not get entangled with another man.She couldn’t help but glimpse at the man Makayla was