might result in them skipping the game entirely for a completely different type of sporting event. The minute his lips touched hers, all common sense flew out the window. “Sorry, but I’ll be working up until tip-off.”
She didn’t miss the disappointment in his voice as he asked, “What time should I pick you up?”
“Game starts at seven thirty, so with traffic, six forty-five should be fine.”
“Sounds like a plan.” The easy confidence flowed back into his words. “I look forward to tomorrow night.”
“So do I.” Her reply slipped through before she could catch herself, and embarrassment burned her cheeks. So much for keeping her attraction to him in check.
He chuckled, and the sound soothed her rattled nerves. “That makes two of us. See you at six forty-five.”
He hung up, and she reached for her bottle of water. Forget getting hot and bothered from a glance. The man managed to turn her on with just his voice.
As she chugged her water, she didn’t miss Sherita giggling from the other room. “Girl, you’re in over your head,” her friend called out.
“And it’s all your fault,” she shot back.
But if she was going to get mixed up with the likes of Frank Kelly, at least she’d have a good time doing it.
Chapter Six
Frank let out a low whistle when he entered Kiana’s office. He’d been expecting her to still be in her prim and proper office attire, but the skin-tight jeans molded that perfect ass of hers in ways that made him forget his own name.
“Good evening,” she said with a shy smile.
“Oh, baby, it’s getting better all the time.” He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and took a moment to drag his gaze away from that pert bottom and soak in the rest of her appearance. A form-fitting jersey was layered over a long-sleeved red T-shirt and outlined the generous curves underneath. Her soft curls framed her face, and a pair of blue stiletto heels with the team’s logo on them completed the outfit. It was the perfect balance of sporty and sexy, and for a moment, he considered taking her back to his place for some bedroom athletics instead of the game.
Cool your jets , he warned himself. This is Kiana, not some bimbo you hit up at a party .
He resisted the urge to tug at the collar of his shirt and forced a confident smile on his face. “You look awesome.”
“Sorry if I went a little overboard, but I’m a huge fan.” She ran her hands over her hair. “I just hope my hair isn’t so big that it blocks the view of the people sitting behind us.”
“It’s fine.” He twirled one curl around his finger, marveling at how soft and silky it was. Most of the black women in Atlanta paid outrageous sums to straighten their hair, but not Kiana. It served to soften her normally sharp and polished appearance. “It fits you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re beautiful without trying too hard.”
She laughed. “You have no idea how much work goes into looking this way.”
“Well, it’s definitely appreciated.” He offered his arm. “Let’s go before the game starts without us.”
As they waited for the elevator, he remembered a conversation he’d had with his father when he was a teenager. His father had said there were girls you took to bed, and there were girls you took home to meet your mother. Ideally, he’d look for one who fit into both categories when he decided to settle down.
Kiana definitely fit that description. From the moment he saw her, he wanted to get her naked, but as he spent more time with her, his respect for her grew. She was definitely one he wanted to treat like a lady because if she only felt a fraction of the attraction he did, he didn’t want to ruin his chances with her.
He led her down to the parking garage and held the passenger door of his Maserati Quattroporte. “Ladies first.”
She slid into the leather seat and admired the interior. “Nice ride.”
“It’s not as flashy as the Lamborghinis some
She didn’t miss the disappointment in his voice as he asked, “What time should I pick you up?”
“Game starts at seven thirty, so with traffic, six forty-five should be fine.”
“Sounds like a plan.” The easy confidence flowed back into his words. “I look forward to tomorrow night.”
“So do I.” Her reply slipped through before she could catch herself, and embarrassment burned her cheeks. So much for keeping her attraction to him in check.
He chuckled, and the sound soothed her rattled nerves. “That makes two of us. See you at six forty-five.”
He hung up, and she reached for her bottle of water. Forget getting hot and bothered from a glance. The man managed to turn her on with just his voice.
As she chugged her water, she didn’t miss Sherita giggling from the other room. “Girl, you’re in over your head,” her friend called out.
“And it’s all your fault,” she shot back.
But if she was going to get mixed up with the likes of Frank Kelly, at least she’d have a good time doing it.
Chapter Six
Frank let out a low whistle when he entered Kiana’s office. He’d been expecting her to still be in her prim and proper office attire, but the skin-tight jeans molded that perfect ass of hers in ways that made him forget his own name.
“Good evening,” she said with a shy smile.
“Oh, baby, it’s getting better all the time.” He placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and took a moment to drag his gaze away from that pert bottom and soak in the rest of her appearance. A form-fitting jersey was layered over a long-sleeved red T-shirt and outlined the generous curves underneath. Her soft curls framed her face, and a pair of blue stiletto heels with the team’s logo on them completed the outfit. It was the perfect balance of sporty and sexy, and for a moment, he considered taking her back to his place for some bedroom athletics instead of the game.
Cool your jets , he warned himself. This is Kiana, not some bimbo you hit up at a party .
He resisted the urge to tug at the collar of his shirt and forced a confident smile on his face. “You look awesome.”
“Sorry if I went a little overboard, but I’m a huge fan.” She ran her hands over her hair. “I just hope my hair isn’t so big that it blocks the view of the people sitting behind us.”
“It’s fine.” He twirled one curl around his finger, marveling at how soft and silky it was. Most of the black women in Atlanta paid outrageous sums to straighten their hair, but not Kiana. It served to soften her normally sharp and polished appearance. “It fits you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re beautiful without trying too hard.”
She laughed. “You have no idea how much work goes into looking this way.”
“Well, it’s definitely appreciated.” He offered his arm. “Let’s go before the game starts without us.”
As they waited for the elevator, he remembered a conversation he’d had with his father when he was a teenager. His father had said there were girls you took to bed, and there were girls you took home to meet your mother. Ideally, he’d look for one who fit into both categories when he decided to settle down.
Kiana definitely fit that description. From the moment he saw her, he wanted to get her naked, but as he spent more time with her, his respect for her grew. She was definitely one he wanted to treat like a lady because if she only felt a fraction of the attraction he did, he didn’t want to ruin his chances with her.
He led her down to the parking garage and held the passenger door of his Maserati Quattroporte. “Ladies first.”
She slid into the leather seat and admired the interior. “Nice ride.”
“It’s not as flashy as the Lamborghinis some
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