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kissed her. It was a long and thorough kiss, and by the way Mikayla held on to Michael, and reciprocated, they were headed in the right direction.
    When he released her lips, he smiled at her.
    “I’ve been waiting to do that for over a month,” he admitted then gently rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip.
    “Hey, Mikayla, for the record, I am definitely buying that house. I need it for a business venture, and it just so happened that I heard Michael and Antoine recommend you to numerous people they know. I never lie when it comes to money or when I make a promise. But, knowing that you were so thrilled with the big sale and that you were willing to do anything I asked of you tonight—”
    Antoine was wondering where he was going with this.
    “Let’s start this date over. It’s the first date for all of us, and I think that Mrs. Spencer had dinner ready. She is probably anxious to meet the first and only woman we have ever brought home.”
    Antoine stood up and held out his hand for her to take it. She shook her head as if debating still on whether to run or stay, and his heart raced with worry that she would choose the former
    But then her delicate, feminine hand was in his much larger one. He helped her stand, and they headed toward the dining area.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mikayla walked with them to the dining area. She could hear the sound of soft jazz music playing in the background. She couldn’t help but hope that Mrs. Spencer was old and gray and not some bombshell in a French maid’s costume with her ass hanging out.
    She swallowed hard. She had never been a jealous person before, but instantly she wanted all four of these men, and she wasn’t willing to share. Truth be told, she wasn’t going to jump in bed with them either. She wasn’t easy. She had only one lover, and it lasted a matter of six months. Justin left her for another woman, one with better looks and more money. Her faults destroyed her chances of happiness. She wasn’t going to jump into a sexathon with these men. Besides, she didn’t know anything about Douglas or his interests. She wouldn’t be used, and she wanted more.
    She felt the hand at her back and thought it was Antoine, but when she looked back, it was Douglas. Her belly did a series of backflips.
    He pulled out the chair for her.
    “Mikayla, you sit here, and by the way, you look real pretty in that dress,” he stated then took the seat across from her along with Pierre. Michael and Antoine sat on either side of her.
    “Mrs. Spencer, meet Mikayla Aubert.” Pierre introduced Mikayla, and when she looked up, she was relieved to see an older, blonde-haired woman in her mid-fifties maybe. She was wearing regular clothes with a yellow apron that said “never trust a skinny chef.” Illeanna would love that apron.
    “Hello, dear,” Mrs. Spencer said as she reached her hand out to Mikayla.
    “Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
    “Oh, the pleasure is all mine, Mikayla,” she replied with a wink then began to walk toward the side table and grab two bottles of wine.
    “Red or white, Mikayla?” she asked. Mikayla sure could have used a stiff drink about now, but she opted for a glass of red.
    “Thank you,” she stated then waited a moment before she sipped the wine. It was really good and helped to calm her nerves a little. That was until Pierre spoke.
    “You like it?” Pierre asked from across the table, and when she looked up, she could see that Douglas pinned her with a dead stare. What the heck was he thinking? Was he trying to read her mind? She stared right back at him and raised her eyebrows at him in challenge. She had no idea why she did it, but it apparently had no visual effect on him, so she turned toward Pierre.
    “It is very good.”
    “Mrs. Spencer made cornmeal-crusted catfish with green beans and roasted potatoes,” Pierre told her, and she felt her stomach growl. She had been so nervous today meeting her new client, Mr. Bently, well, Pierre, that she