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He had to keep a count of the number of times Jeanine had made him nervous, no one woman had ever made him feel nervous or tongue tied but Jeanine —that woman was something else. The moment he saw her at the top of the stairs, his jaw fell open but he quickly closed it. If he never believed angels existed, at the sight of Jeanine, he did. Her dress snug her tiny waist, highlighting her curves. He could feel his lower member rise and God did he wish it would stop rising.

When they were at work, he caught himself checking her out a couple of times. She could have on plain jeans and her regular college hoodie but his eyes would still be focused on the roundness of her bottom.

He should have told her she looked nice but nice was an understatement almost like a lie. She looked magnificent, drop dead gorgeous but how was he going to tell her all these without making it sound awkward? No, he didn’t want her to get the wrong impression.

“Why do you have all these?” He asked, point