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partner and I’m checking out your progress. A light, satisfactory moan confirmed his approval of my physique as he said, “You’re looking real nice, Ms. Patrick.”
    I tried not to, but I blushed anyway. “Thank you.” His eyes were still on me. “You’re not looking too shabby yourself.” Doran looked delicious enough for me to eat without ketchup, mustard, salt or pepper.
    â€œThank you.” Then he asked, “Are you working out today?”
    â€œUm.” Doran always left me speechless. He had that Boris Kodjoe thing going on, with paper-bag-brown skin, standing at six foot two or three, medium build, broad shoulders, thick legs, and a panty-dropping voice. And yes . . . I did check out the bulk of his knot while spotting him on the free weight bench. Doran had enough to feed the needy . . . and I considered myself dirt poor and hungry. Forget eating him, I’d swallow him whole, hot and fresh out of the oven. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go today.” I had no excuse except that seeing him in a suit for the first time was blowing my mind, and I didn’t want to say anything foolish.
    â€œAw.” He sounded disappointed. “I was going to take it easy on you today.”
    â€œTake it easy on me?” I turned toward him. “I’m the last person that you need to take it easy on and you know it.” Other than preparing for the students in our classrooms over the past week, we had never seen each other outside of The Stop. “I just can’t go today, but you know that I can handle it.”
    He stood up in front of me with a sexy grin. “What are you saying?”
    â€œI’m . . .” I fumbled with my words. “I’m saying that I haven’t had a problem keeping up with you.”
    â€œSo you think you can handle everything that I do?”
    â€œYes.” Lord, why was he doing this to me? “Everything at the gym, of course.” I started cleaning the board again.
    He laughed for a while before he spoke. “The real workout happens outside of the gym.” At times, it seemed like Doran was interested in me, but then two seconds later he’d turn around and leave a huge gap in our conversation to stare at another woman. “I’ll have you sweatin’ in places you didn’t know could sweat.”
    I tried to regain my composure. “Doran, you are something else.”
    â€œYeah, but at least I’m going to the gym today.” He smiled then walked toward one of the desks and picked up a few pieces of paper from the floor.
    I watched him and giggled. “You’re moonlighting as a custodian?”
    â€œWhatever makes you happy, Paige.”
    â€œSo, tell me.” I sat down at my desk. “How was your first day here?”
    â€œOther than seeing a young lady walk out of the boys’ restroom wiping her mouth about an hour ago, this is your typical American high school,” he said with a laugh.
    I was in shock. “She was coming out of the boys’ room?”
    â€œYep,” he said. “I looked at the sign twice to be sure.”
    â€œMaybe it was a he-she or something.”
    â€œIt was a girl.” He shook his head and continued. “I know a girl when I see one.”
    â€œOh my.” There were always students who got caught trying to get freaky, but to start out a new school year that way was just nasty. “And she was wiping her mouth?”
    â€œYep, like she had just gotten through eating chicken fried in too much grease.”
    â€œYou’re so wrong for that.” I made a face. “Yuck.”
    â€œThere’s nothing yucky about it if it’s done right.” He walked toward the door with a smile. “See you tomorrow, Paige.” He looked back. “And I won’t be accepting anymore copouts from our workout.”
    â€œI’ll be at The Stop tomorrow,” I said.
    â€œWho’s