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cool of the room.
    “Will you hand me a towel?” I ask, my voice cold like the room, and distant.
    “Why do you need a towel? I like to see you like this. Your skin is brown and different from mine.” He passes the palm of his warm hand on my shoulder. I feel the heat of it meander through me and the ache of wanting more of him surge through me. My opening is drenched and not from water. “Your skin glistens. I’ve never seen dark curly pubic hair like yours before.” His eyes drop and his hands smooth over the hair on my mound where he inserts his fingers. When he does this he lets out a primal soft moan.
    “That’s because in all your life you have never had a black woman until now. When did you discover that you liked them?” He looks at me as if I had unearthed a deep dark secret, and I had.
    Chance doesn’t answer. He has a habit of not answering when he doesn’t want to expose himself. His fingers pull out of me and he walks to the bed picking up the towel laying on the bed and opens it, then he walks back in my direction. I’m riveted to the same spot as I had been when I stood gazing at his pictures.
    He places the towel around my back and then let it drop. He goes to his knees on the large fluffy rug spread in front of the bed. Chance combs his hands through my bush and pulling it aside he find my folds, and the pad of his finger caresses my clit.
    I glance down at his silky hair and his beautiful face, small lips, and long tongue searching for my clit. I open my legs anticipating his desire and my desire. I stand there bracing myself in his strong hands clutching my butt. Taking his hair in my hands, I gently move my hands over it.
    “Don’t tell me this is for me,” I say unable to breath because the feeling is intense. Managing to get out a few more words I say, “I know now that this is what you enjoying doing to women.” I know why he does it. I know that a woman will keep coming back for this intense erotic pleasure. 
    He looks up at me. “I’ve done this many times but I’ve never enjoyed it until now.” Why me I want to know but I’m afraid to ask because I didn’t want to hear the answer. At least not now.
    I discover why but he doesn’t want to admit that I could be the only woman he can’t walk away from.
    When I had my third orgasm for the night, he picks up my limp body and brings it to his bed, gently pulling the covers back and placing me in it. Then he climbs in next to me.
    I wake the next morning and he isn’t in bed. It’s still early and I dress in a shirt and jeans. I pass his office on my way to the kitchen. I stop a moment and glance at him. He’s busy writing and looking through some papers. He’s wearing glasses. His appearance is that of a capitalist even though he’s wearing a jean shirt and worn Levis.
    I take a look out the large glass windows and the snow is piled high. I suddenly remember that Carrie and Jackson hasn’t been around or called. I hurry and make coffee and cook his breakfast. He’s having ham and fried eggs, homemade biscuits I prepared the dough earlier, my mother’s receipt with strawberry jam. 
    I hear a knock at the door, and I look around through the floor to ceiling windows. I was ready to give Jackson and Carrie a piece of my mind when standing at the door was a tall broad-shouldered young man dressed in a sheepskin coat. His face a deep brown covered with a small beard. He’s in his mid-twenties and his dark brown eyes light up when he sees me. When I open the door he struts in.
    “I’m sorry but I didn’t know Chance had company. My name is Jordan.” When he extends his hand with a wide grin, Chance walks out of the office down the hall and stands between us. Jordan must be one of the few black men in Alaska. But I heard from Carrie there are some around but not many.
    Chance turns to me never introducing me to Jordan. “Olivia. Please set the table for two.” The formal way he says that means I will not be joining them. I