few crumbs of attention your way?”
Jayvyn curled his lip and leaned across the table to glare at the other man. “She’s not his woman!” Macarik leaned back in his chair. “Tell her that. Not me.” He flashed a smile and rose.
Jayvyn watched his friend walk away to be immediately surrounded by women eager to share his bed for the night. Normally when he and Macarik were out together, they welcomed the crush of willing women. But not tonight. After nearly two weeks without sex, Jayvyn felt ready to explode. And for what? Some silly bitch who didn’t know what was good for her?
So much for the so-called benefits of cayenne peppers. Fuck her. If she wanted to stay with a man who had divorced her so he could fuck her and any other woman he liked, she wasn’t worth his time. He glanced around, caught the gaze of a pretty, slender blonde, and crossed the club to her. After he’d fucked her and ingested her blood, he’d go in search of Toni for a real fuck.
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“ How long are you going to allow him to flaunt his affairs in front of you and keep welcoming him back into your bed?”
Seated at the restaurant on the street floor of the law office where she, Michael, and Rayna worked, Cayenne tore her gaze away from a table on the other side of the room. Michael sat there with a beautiful, slender woman with tore her gaze away from a table on the other side of the room. Michael sat there with a beautiful, slender woman with smooth, dark skin and eyes. He kept the same seductive smile turned on the woman that had won Cayenne’s heart the day they met.
Bowing to her fear that she’d lose Michael for good if she saw Rayna’s uncle again, she had refused Rayna’s urging that she go back to the club the previous weekend. Michael had not called her once. And now he sat flirting with another woman in her presence—as if their five-year marriage and her hopes of reconciliation meant nothing to him.
Her best friend, Desiree Parker, leaned across the table to squeeze her hand. “I think you should take Rayna’s advice. Her Uncle Jay sounds interesting.”
If the asshole doesn’t want you, give me a try, sweet. “He’s very interesting.”
“Then why not let him help you win Michael back—if you’re still sure you want him, Cay.” She pulled her hand away from Desiree’s. “Of course I want him.”
“Then why not let this interesting guy help you make him jealous enough to want you back?” She shook her head. “I’ll admit I’m tempted, but if Michael learns I’ve been anywhere near him, it’s over between us.”
“Why? Because he suspects her uncle would treat you as you should be treated which would leave his sorry ass out in the cold?”
“You’re talking about the man I love,” she said coolly.
Desiree nodded. “I know, but I’m your best friend. If I don’t tell you these things, who will? Let’s get down and dirty and be totally honest with each other, Cay. You want him back because he’s so well-endowed. Right?” Cayenne felt her cheeks heat up. She narrowed her gaze. “That’s not the only reason.”
“Isn’t it? Because frankly, Cay, from where I sit, he’s treating you like shit and you’re taking it because he has a big one.”
“Think what you like. I’m not going to apologize for having preferences.”
“I don’t expect you too. I have preferences myself.” She smiled. Her dark eyes lit up, lightening up her whole face. “I’m holding out for a big, hard-bodied hunk with a really big love-pole who is discerning enough to be open to try love with a full-figured woman eager to please and tease him right out of his mind.”
“A love pole?” Cayenne laughed. “And you’re complaining about my liking the same thing?”
“The difference is, I readily admit how important it is for me to have a well-hung guy.”
“And you don’t think you’re shallow?”
“Oh, hell to the no. I’m a big woman. I need a lover with sufficient length so he can reach my
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