BWWM Interracial Romance 2: Open Heart by Elena Brown Page A

wanted that boyfriend to be Tony.

Vince
     
    Tony sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen, trying to force his brain to comprehend the report that was in front of him. He had gone over it three or four times, and every time it seemed to get more difficult. He shook his head to try to clear it, and looked out through the windows of his office. Miami’s skyline wasn’t quite as impressive as New York’s, but there were enough sprawling buildings to make it interesting and distinct. He realized that his focus was being continually interrupted by thoughts of Ashley and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. It had been weeks since their date, and while they hadn’t completely lost touch with each other—she responded to his messages fairly quickly, and he was regular about sending them—they were no closer to a second date than they had been the morning after. He wondered if he had come on too strong; if he had pushed her too hard to come home with him.
    Tony closed his eyes and pictured Ashley mentally, calling up the lush curves of her body, the deep velvet of her pussy, the burnt caramel of her breasts with their dark brown nipples. He groaned, feeling the shot of heat travel straight to his cock, a pulse of lust that rose up whenever he let himself think of the talented doctor. He clenched his teeth, exhaling sharply. She was too gorgeous not to think about regularly; he had, on more than one occasion, relived their night together in the shower, pumping himself until he finally got relief—and it wasn’t enough.
    He forced his mind to think of less erotic things, and remembered with a little smile to himself the way she had firmly argued against him paying for her parking all on his own. “I’m not broke—I can afford parking, and it was my decision to go home with you instead of getting my car out of the garage,” she had said, her hands on her hips, in a position that made him want to lift her up onto the breakfast bar and have her one final time. He wondered why he hadn’t.
    Tony licked his lips and sat back in his chair. There was so much about Ashley that he liked; above and beyond her gorgeous body, he had been fascinated by her interest in medicine, and the fact that she had been determined to pursue that field from such a young age. Even beyond the amazing sex, he wanted to get to know her better. It was a strange feeling for him—one that made him pause as he realized it.
    For almost his entire adult life, Tony had never had any problem in getting a woman to go on a date with him. He thought of the moment he had asked Ashley on their first date together; she had almost rejected him immediately, using the excuse of hospital and personal policy against dating patients. Tony grinned, thinking he had more than one reason to be fond of his niece; if it hadn’t been for her, he wasn’t sure if he could have pressed his case successfully. He thought that what intrigued him about her most was the fact that she wasn’t running after him. For the first time in his life, he had met a woman who had no interest in throwing herself at him. Normally, he had only to flash a glimpse of his Centurion card, or simply be around a woman in his tailored suit and obvious wealth, and she would agree to any kind of date he wanted. Even when he went out dancing, it was easy enough to get a woman to go home with him; a few drinks on his tab for her and her friends, a lavish tip to the staff, and he could have any woman in his bed with almost no effort—or even more than one woman at once.
    Ashley, however, didn’t seem to be as obviously interested. He knew for a fact that she had been attracted to him. He hadn’t been imagining that—surely not. And he knew that she had reached orgasm several times in his bed; there was no false modesty there. So why hadn’t they had a second date? It had been almost two months, and they just didn’t seem to be able to match up their schedules. He knew that Ashley was