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“Unless you got somebody else on this island you wanna entertain.”
I rolled my eyes. “What time?”
“Eight.”
“Where?”
“My villa.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Your villa?”
He chuckled. “I got a private chef and some good music. Just for us.”
“Sounds like I should be suspicious.”
He grinned. “You should be.”
I laughed and stepped inside, but he caught my hand before I could close the door.
“Apple?”
“Yes?”
“Wear something pretty.”
I gave him a slow smile. “Or what?”
He gazed at me with those deep eyes. “Or don’t wear shit. I’m flexible.”
I slammed the door in his laughing face. And then I leaned against it, pressing a hand to my stomach where butterflies had taken flight.
Eight o’clock couldn't come fast enough.
At exactly seven fifty-eight, I stood outside Saadiq’s villa wondering if it was too late to turn around. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be there. The problem was I wanted to be there a little too much. I had spent the last hour showering, moisturizing, and changing clothes three times before settling on a soft orange dress that clung to my curves and dipped low where it needed to. I told myself the effort was mostly for me and not the man waiting on the other side of the door. You know, I liked to look and feel good for me or whatever.
I was such a liar.
Taking a deep breath, I rang the bell. Saadiq opened the door almost immediately, then didn’t say a word. His gaze moved slowly from my face to my feet before returning at the same pace. He wore cream linen pants and a black shirt that fit his chest and arms entirely too well. As usual, a gold chain rested against his neck, looking so good against the mahogany of his beautiful skin. The black diamonds adorning his ears were his only other jewelry. Someone tell me how I was I supposed to get through dinner when all I wanted to gobble up was him?
“Well? Is this pretty enough?” I prompted, knowing I looked good.
He stepped aside. “Get your ass in here.”
I laughed as I passed him. “You such a gentleman.”
“Hell, I was until you showed up dressed like that.”
“Like what?” I asked coyly.
“Like you forgot I’m trying to behave because we gotta eat.”
I turned around. “Who asked you to?”
“I thought you liked it when I ate.”
His words combined with the look he gave me sent a little jolt through my stomach. It also reignited the throbbing between my thighs, making me aware of the lingering soreness there. Yeah, let me sit my fast ass down and eat something, give my girl a little more time to recover.
The villa was beautiful, larger than mine (matching the differences in our bank accounts), with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean. Beyond them, his private pool glowed turquoise beneath the soft landscape lighting. I could see that a table had been set for two on the terrace.
