easily at her, his
eyes alight with interest. “Women’s studies, right?”
“That’s right.” She smiled, pleased that he’d
remembered. “I’ve always been interested in women’s studies, in learning how
we’ve overcome social and political challenges throughout history. I guess you
could say a part of me has always been something of a feminist.” Her mouth
curved wryly as she looked at Vince. “Does that scare you a little?”
“Not at all.” His voice deepened. “There’s
nothing sexier than a strong, beautiful female who’s in touch with her
womanhood.”
Rebecca grinned wickedly. “Well, as you
witnessed earlier in the bathroom, I’m very much ‘in touch’ with my womanhood.”
Vince made a sound that was half laugh, half
groan. “Damn, baby. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my
life.”
Rebecca’s belly quivered. “And here I thought
maybe I should have been a little embarrassed,” she confessed.
“Hell, no. Believe me, I enjoyed every damn
minute of watching you.”
“And I enjoyed every minute of what came
next,” she purred.
Vince’s gaze darkened as he looked at her.
“Eat your food, woman, before I change my mind about this whole ‘dinner break’
idea.”
Rebecca laughed, but obediently picked up her
fork again and cut into her sesame chicken. “Have you always wanted to be an
investment broker, Vince?”
“Not exactly.” He hesitated, then added, “I
majored in criminal justice in college.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “My father was a cop. While I
won’t say I always wanted to follow in his footsteps, I definitely entertained
the idea of going into law enforcement—whether as a police officer, or an
FBI or DEA agent. I even thought about going to law school and becoming a
prosecutor.”
Rebecca tilted her head thoughtfully to one
side and studied him. “Funny you should say that, because I can see you more in
one of those occupations than the one you’re currently in.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the
investment broker type.”
Vince gave her an amused look over the rim of
his glass. “How many have you known?”
“Not many,” she admitted sheepishly. “In
fact, I don’t think I know any at all. Point taken, I guess.”
Vince chuckled. “It’s all right. I get that
reaction all the time, especially from new clients.”
“Oh, no. That’s terrible.”
“Not really. It makes it that much sweeter
when I dazzle them with my investment knowledge and instincts. More water?” he
offered, lifting a large glass pitcher.
“No, thanks. I’m fine.” Rebecca grinned,
eyeing the crystal wineglasses Vince had removed from a box labeled FRAGILE DISHES . “Sorry all I
have is water. I didn’t plan to go shopping for groceries until tomorrow.”
“Why are you apologizing? You just moved in.
Besides,” Vince said with a mischievous wink, “water’s the best thing for the
body. Water—and great sex.”
Rebecca arched a brow. “ Great ?”
Vince gave her a slow, sexy smile.
“Mind-blowing.”
“That’s much better.” She grinned, taking a
sip of her drink. “I’m looking forward to hitting Lexington Market in the
morning. I promised my brother I’d bake him a peach cobbler as payment for
helping me move today.”
“You have a brother?”
Rebecca nodded. “His name’s Rasheed. He’s eight
years younger than me, but we’ve always been close. Anyway, he’s been craving
my peach cobbler, so I promised to make him one in exchange for his services.”
Vince chuckled. “I’m sure he would’ve helped
you move without being bribed.”
“I know,” Rebecca said with a soft smile,
“but he hardly ever lets me spoil him anymore. So I take every opportunity I
can to do it on the sly.”
Vince smiled at her. “I hope Rasheed knows
how lucky he is to have such a wonderful big sister.”
“Oh, we’re lucky to have each other.” She
paused, then quietly confided,
eyes alight with interest. “Women’s studies, right?”
“That’s right.” She smiled, pleased that he’d
remembered. “I’ve always been interested in women’s studies, in learning how
we’ve overcome social and political challenges throughout history. I guess you
could say a part of me has always been something of a feminist.” Her mouth
curved wryly as she looked at Vince. “Does that scare you a little?”
“Not at all.” His voice deepened. “There’s
nothing sexier than a strong, beautiful female who’s in touch with her
womanhood.”
Rebecca grinned wickedly. “Well, as you
witnessed earlier in the bathroom, I’m very much ‘in touch’ with my womanhood.”
Vince made a sound that was half laugh, half
groan. “Damn, baby. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my
life.”
Rebecca’s belly quivered. “And here I thought
maybe I should have been a little embarrassed,” she confessed.
“Hell, no. Believe me, I enjoyed every damn
minute of watching you.”
“And I enjoyed every minute of what came
next,” she purred.
Vince’s gaze darkened as he looked at her.
“Eat your food, woman, before I change my mind about this whole ‘dinner break’
idea.”
Rebecca laughed, but obediently picked up her
fork again and cut into her sesame chicken. “Have you always wanted to be an
investment broker, Vince?”
“Not exactly.” He hesitated, then added, “I
majored in criminal justice in college.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “My father was a cop. While I
won’t say I always wanted to follow in his footsteps, I definitely entertained
the idea of going into law enforcement—whether as a police officer, or an
FBI or DEA agent. I even thought about going to law school and becoming a
prosecutor.”
Rebecca tilted her head thoughtfully to one
side and studied him. “Funny you should say that, because I can see you more in
one of those occupations than the one you’re currently in.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t know. You just don’t seem like the
investment broker type.”
Vince gave her an amused look over the rim of
his glass. “How many have you known?”
“Not many,” she admitted sheepishly. “In
fact, I don’t think I know any at all. Point taken, I guess.”
Vince chuckled. “It’s all right. I get that
reaction all the time, especially from new clients.”
“Oh, no. That’s terrible.”
“Not really. It makes it that much sweeter
when I dazzle them with my investment knowledge and instincts. More water?” he
offered, lifting a large glass pitcher.
“No, thanks. I’m fine.” Rebecca grinned,
eyeing the crystal wineglasses Vince had removed from a box labeled FRAGILE DISHES . “Sorry all I
have is water. I didn’t plan to go shopping for groceries until tomorrow.”
“Why are you apologizing? You just moved in.
Besides,” Vince said with a mischievous wink, “water’s the best thing for the
body. Water—and great sex.”
Rebecca arched a brow. “ Great ?”
Vince gave her a slow, sexy smile.
“Mind-blowing.”
“That’s much better.” She grinned, taking a
sip of her drink. “I’m looking forward to hitting Lexington Market in the
morning. I promised my brother I’d bake him a peach cobbler as payment for
helping me move today.”
“You have a brother?”
Rebecca nodded. “His name’s Rasheed. He’s eight
years younger than me, but we’ve always been close. Anyway, he’s been craving
my peach cobbler, so I promised to make him one in exchange for his services.”
Vince chuckled. “I’m sure he would’ve helped
you move without being bribed.”
“I know,” Rebecca said with a soft smile,
“but he hardly ever lets me spoil him anymore. So I take every opportunity I
can to do it on the sly.”
Vince smiled at her. “I hope Rasheed knows
how lucky he is to have such a wonderful big sister.”
“Oh, we’re lucky to have each other.” She
paused, then quietly confided,
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