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back to work, yes, sir.   Unlike you, Father of the Groom, I’m not a guest at this reception.”
    But
Charles wasn’t convinced.   “Was it
something I said?” he asked her.
    “No,”
Jenay said firmly.   “What you said was
the truth. You call it like you see it.   That’s a good way to be.   Too many
men love to flatter us ladies with sugary words, and then their actions tell
the harsh truth after they get what they want.”   She smiled and extended her hand.   “It was nice talking to you, Mr. . . .”
    “Charles,”
he said as he shook her hand.   “Charles
Sinatra.”
    “Nice
meeting you, Charles Sinatra.”   She
attempted to retrieve her hand from his grasp, but he placed his other hand on
top of hers, sandwiching her in.   Her
eyes met his gaze, and she was transfixed.
    “What’s
your name?” he asked her.
    “Jenay
Franklin,” she said.
    “Je- nay ,” he said.   “I like that name.”
    “Thank-you.”   She moved to release from his grasp, and
devastating gaze, but he kept talking.
    “But
you know what?   You look like a woman
with a nickname.   Only very special
people have nicknames.   Do your friends
call you Jean , or Nay for short?”
    He
really was a very perceptive man, she thought.   “Both,” she said.
    “Depends
on the friend?”
    She
laughed. “Right,” she said, and then, with considerable effort, slid her hand
out of his enclosure.   She had work to
do, and not even a charming man like him was going to distract her.   “I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening,”
she added, and then she quickly walked away.  
    Charles
looked at her as she walked away.   That
ass was on fire, as it sashayed beneath that tight skirt she wore.   His dick was still throbbing at just the
sight of it.   And she thought it was
over?   She thought he was going to enjoy
that kind of view, and the joy he felt being around her, and just forget about
it? Charles finished his remaining slither of a drink in one gulp, and then
buttoned his Versace suit.   She was out
of her beautiful mind if she thought this night was over.   It wasn’t over by a longshot.  
    He
began mingling again, doing his due diligence as the father of the groom.   And although he was attentive to the needs of
his son and his new daughter-in-law, and to their friends and the bride’s
obnoxious family, he also kept an eye on Jenay Franklin.   She was moving through the crowd, making sure
everything was going well, being the hospitality expert she was learning to
be.   But she wasn’t fooling Charles.   Every time he was within a few feet of her,
she moved further and further away.   She
was avoiding him like the plague.   He
found it amusing that she would think she could.

 

 
 
    CHAPTER FOUR

 
    Later
that night, when the bride and groom were off on their honeymoon and only the
stragglers remained at the reception, he proved his point.   He found her, or, as he liked to think of it, cornered her , in the kitchen.   She was standing there, listening to an older
man in a chef’s get-up as he went on and on about the complaints he received
about the food.   Charles perched himself
beside the exit, folded his arms, and listened.
    “But
only a handful complained,” Jenay was saying.   “Out of hundreds of guests, only a handful.   You can’t please everybody.”
    “But
I worked my butt off, Jenay!”   He was
much older than Jenay, by ten or more years, and seemed awfully sensitive for a
chef.   Charles wondered if he was an
intern at that school too.   All of these
old-ass interns!
    “We
all worked our butts off, Norm,” Jenay reminded him.   And rightly so, Charles thought.  
    “We
all work hard, yes, we do,” Norm responded.   “I know that.   But I don’t have
great grades like you.   I have to pass
this internship or I won’t graduate!”
    “You’re
going to pass,” Jenay assured him, squeezing the man’s arm.   “You passed this mid-term with flying