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It was too soon to rush into anything, and he didn’t seem overly concerned about labels either. The attraction between them was strong and the sex had only solidified those feelings.
Work tonight had lasted longer than she expected, but she’d promised him a home cooked meal since he’d mentioned he hadn’t had one in years. Which confused her.
Years?
Maybe he’d meant months. His English wasn’t the best and she could tell he still struggled with the meaning of some of the words.
“He’s understanding. I’m going to cook a late dinner for us tonight.” She held the door open with her back and moved out of the way so Nisha could pass. “Tomorrow is my off day. I figured we could go somewhere nice.”
As Nisha moved to enter through the doorway the elevator chimed its arrival to the floor, and she glanced back. “What about that new Italian place in Rockford—” Nisha’s jaw dropped on the last word.
Tasha propped the door open with a foot, waiting for an unmoving Nisha. “What’s wrong?”
Nisha didn’t answer but squinted as she glared down the hall. “Is this motherfucker really coming back from where I think he’s come back from?”
“Who?” Tasha took a step sideways to peer down the hallway. Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze landed on Phate. The hallway looked too small for his large frame. Anyone passing him would need to press against the wall to get by.
His pants were tight around flexing muscles which were visible with every step he took. The bulge at the apex of his thighs made a delicious tingle slide down her spine as she remembered exactly how big and powerful that bulge could get and how he could make her scream out in ecstasy.
His shirt was unbuttoned down to his chest exposing sparse hair there. His shirt was also fitting, and the dark plum color matched his skin tone perfectly.
Tasha took a gulping breath. Phate was...perfection. That predatory walk, his intense stare, that commanding presence. Wow. And he was hers.
Nisha used an elbow to try to push her back over the threshold. “Get inside.”
Tasha countered Nisha’s pushing by digging her heels in. “What? Why?”
“Tasha.”
The pleading look in Nisha’s eyes gave Tasha pause. “I don’t understand.”
Nisha took a deep breath and briefly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were full of rage. She swung her gaze back toward Phate and narrowed them. “Are you serious right now?”
The skin between Phate’s eyes wrinkled in confusion. “What do you mean? I’m always serious.”
“It’s a language barrier,” Tasha tried to explain for him.
“Stop, Tasha,” Nisha said without taking her eyes off Phate. “Don’t make excuses for him.”
“I don’t need to make excuses for him.” Now it was Tasha’s turn to be confused. Tasha glanced at Phate. “Why does she think I need to make excuses for you?”
Nisha let out a deep breath. “Look at the way he’s dressed, Tash.”
A discomforting feeling grew in the pit of her stomach as her eyes roamed up and down his body. Her heart wouldn’t let her accept the answer her mind screamed at her.
The world seemed to stop spinning. The walls of the hallway closed in, becoming too small for the three bodies occupying it. Noise, so much noise filled her brain. It felt as though cracks were snaking down the surface of her chest. “You were on a date.”
Guilt flashed across his eyes. “I was.”
Two little words. That’s all it took to make her knees go weak. Two little words felt like a knife in her gut. Two little words had her mind reeling.
Two.
Little.
Words.
The apartment door next to hers opened and Solgre popped his head out. “What’s going on out here?”
