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is a little old fashioned for a guy like Br.... you know who."  Missy brought
her voice down to a whisper.  Even though the ladies were behind the closed
door of Missy's office, she wasn't taking any chances of someone overhearing
them. 
    "No way," laughed Chloe.  "Men love
to seem aloof.  They think it gives them the upper hand to keep us hanging by a
string."  Chloe put her hand onto Missy's and continued,  "And that
particular show at the club completely tells you he likes to have the upper
hand."
    Missy contemplated what Chloe was saying.  If she
was right Missy would hear from Brandon today.  Chloe threw Missy a wink through
her long black lashes and walked out of the office.  "You'll see I am
always right about these things," Chloe declared before closing the
door.  
    So much for always being right.  Missy
thought as she drove home from work that evening.  Oh well she knew who he
was and she fell into his bed anyway. She would have to just get over the
emotions she felt when she was in his arms.  Missy had never experienced
the connection she felt with Brandon, especially when their clothes were off. 
They fit together perfectly and when he touched her,  fireworks went off in the
pit of her stomach.  He had to feel them too.
    Missy pulled her car into the parking garage and
crossed the street to the front door of her building. 
    "Hi beautiful."  Missy looked up and
Brandon was sitting on the stoop waiting for her to get home.  "You worked
late tonight.  You should really tell your boss you can't do that every
night."  He looked at her and gave her his most charming grin.  The
fireworks in her core instantaneously went off.
    "He hasn't been around much.  Someone has to
pick up the slack,"  Missy remarked as she handed him the key to let them
into her apartment.  Brandon gave a warning glance at her snarky comment, then
popped her on the bottom as she sashayed past him and put her purse on the
table. 
    "Keep it up and I'll have to give you a
spanking you won't forget."  He looked deep into her eyes and licked his
lips. 
    Missy heated all over, she quickly turned her face
to conceal the pink tone it was taking on.  Brandon caught her chin and touched
his lips to hers before she could hide it.  "You know what that does to me,"
he groaned as he nuzzled his face into her neck.  "I've been hard all week
just thinking about touching you." 
    Missy lifted her arms around his neck, falling into
his embrace.  Brandon tenderly ran his finger tips up her skirt toward her hips
as Missy sucked and tickled his ear lobe.  They stood there holding one another
for a moment, enjoying the feeling that jolted between them when their bodies were
touching. 
    Finally she whispered in a low, luscious tone,
"You know what I want?"
    "Mmmmm, I think I do," he murmured grinding
his erection into her.   
    Missy swiftly spun out of his arms and giggled,
"Dinner!  Do you like spaghetti and meat balls?" She asked putting on
her favorite blue ruffled apron.
    "Sure.  Sounds great," Brandon mumbled not
hiding that he was actually pouting. 
    "So where did you learn to cook?" He asked
watching her mixing ingredients while she hummed cheerfully. 
    "I used to cook with my sister, Nicole, when I
was younger.  My mom worked a lot so if we wanted to eat, we had to make it
ourselves.   We tried so many different recipes and ingredients we became
really talented at throwing together a good meal."
    "Are you and your sister still close?" He
questioned as he took a spoon from her and started combining the ingredients
she had put together in a bowl. 
    Missy stiffened.  After all these years it was still
really hard for her to talk about Nicole's accident.  Missy grabbed a knife and
focused on cutting vegetables.  "My sister was in a fatal accident when I
was fifteen."  That's what everyone had called it when she was younger.
A fatal accident.  Her mother could never call it what it was.  Nicole was
dead.  Just