Pieces of Love
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Excerpt
A light tap on Jordan's front door pulled him from his thoughts. He finished his bottle of water before tossing it into the trash as he went to see who was at the door. A faint smile appeared on his lips at his unexpected visitor.
"'Sup, Dominique," he answered while leaning on the door.
She looked at him and smiled. "The mailman mixed up our mail again," she said, handing him a stack of envelopes.
He nodded as he thumbed through the mail. Dominique lingered at the door with that sensual smile Jordan knew kept her in trouble. He tore his eyes away from her mocha orbs and looked over her. She was dressed in a deep V-neck leotard and shorts that barely covered her ass. Her espresso colored legs were clad in fishnet stockings, and old looking combat boots covered her feet. There was a garter belt around her right thigh. Jordan assumed that's where she kept her tips. Her lips were covered in dark purple lipstick and Jordan couldn't help but look at them for a minute longer before returning his gaze to hers.
"You should come by," she said, noting his assessment of her appearance.
Dominique was a bartender at The Hole, a bar downtown Philadelphia. Since Jordan moved into the apartment above her, she'd been inviting him out. He always declined and had an excuse. Still, she persisted. Drinking with his attractive neighbor would only result in two things, more stress and more trouble.
"Can't." He shrugged.
"What's your excuse this time?" she tilted her head, causing her shoulder-length hair to brush past her shoulder. His eyes fell on the spider web tattoo she had on her right shoulder.
Black Widow.
She cleared her throat and Jordan smiled, then opened the door wide enough for her to see his briefcase on the couch. She pressed on her toes to look inside. While rolling her eyes, she bit her bottom lip.
"All work and no play, huh?"
"Something like that."
She shrugged and stepped back. "Well, I see you're starting law school. Whenever you want to unwind, stop by." She crossed her right leg in front of her left while stuffing her hands in the tiny pockets of her shorts. Her slanted mocha orbs lowered. "I'll make you a drink or something."
Or something.
He could only imagine what that meant coming from her. For a moment, they stared at each other. Dominique's naturally sensual aura engulfed Jordan and made him consider her offer. As quickly as those thoughts entered his mind, he shook them away.
Dominique was dangerous in every sense of the word. A woman this aware of the sexual energy she possessed would always have the upper hand. And he already had enough trouble with trusting women. But dammit if he didn't want to see if she lived up to her bold personality.
"I'll see you later," he said after a beat.
He fought to look away from her. The plunging line of her leotard made her cleavage spill out. The body glitter Dominique had on glistened as she shifted her weight.
"Yeah, we'll see."
She turned to leave, and Jordan watched as her hips swayed while she walked to the steps.