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scarlet tie. When he’d first looked at her, eyes wide and mouth open, she thought he might compliment her on her new outfit. But the condescending words that came out of that mouth left her feeling hollow and unworthy. 
    She blinked back tears. What the hell was wrong with her? She was never emotional like this. Must be that time of the month approaching. She breathed in big lungfuls of air. She was calm. She was calm. She was calm. Okay, she forgot her place for a minute. She was so caught up in this new world she forgot she wasn’t one of them. She wasn’t part of Cayson’s world. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
     
    Cayson stared at the closed door. Destiny’s perfume still lingered in the air. When had she bought it?  It must have been the same day she’d spent gobs of money on her shopping spree with Phaedra.  The bill was outrageous.  And after seeing the results today, it was worth every penny.  The transformation was nothing short of a miracle. When he saw her standing in the middle of his office, he was shocked.  The long lines of her skirt hugged her curves, flattering her body in all the right places. The soft material of her blouse caressed her generous breasts. For a split second, he wondered how it would feel to replace the fabric with his hands. Run his palms across her nipples.
    Her hair hung loose . All he could think about was grabbing a fistful and yanking her head back to expose the creamy expanse of her neck. How would she respond if he lavished kisses all over her throat? Would she get as hot as he was now?
    He was pissed at his reaction to her. Pissed that he could feel this growing spark of attraction. Pissed that his dick kept standing at attention inside his trousers whenever she was near. Maybe that was why he’d reacted so harshly, telling her to keep away from him. He knew he’d hurt her feelings. She’d kept her expression stony, but her eyes were a tumultuous sea of emotions.  Damn. He needed to get laid, plain and simple.
    He p icked up the phone and called Phaedra.  “Any news on the apartment for Destiny?”
    “I’m working with an agency that helps women get back on their feet,” Phaedra told him.  “But they have a w aiting list. They told me something should be opening up at the end of the month. That’s the soonest I can get her in.”
    “ Three more weeks? Shit!”
    “It’s not as if you don’t have plenty of room at your house. What is three more weeks out of your life?”
    That was easy for her to say. She didn’t have to deal with spontaneous hard-ons. “Thanks Phaedra. Keep me posted. The moment something opens up, I want to know.”
     
     
    By the time Cayson got home it was well after eight p.m.  The moment he walked through the front door, the acrid stench of burnt food assailed his nostrils. He threw his briefcase down, raced to the kitchen and nearly collided with Destiny.
    She pressed her dainty fingers against his chest, making him suck h is breath from the contact.  “What’s that smell?” he asked, nearly choking.
    “ We tried making pork chops, but they didn’t turn out so well.”
    La’Treece was rinsing a skillet beneath the faucet at the kitchen sink. Plumes of smoke sputtered from the now-black pan. He wasn’t sure which sight hurt his eyes more–the destroyed pan or the too-tight, hot-pink jeans she wore. “You didn’t have any cooking oil,” she complained.  “We had to use butter. It ain’t the same.”
    Destiny gave him a sheepish smile.  “She’s the cook, not me.”
    Cayson eyeballed the charred remnants of meat in the pan. “That was a perfectly good Caphalon non-stick skillet given to me by my parents for Christmas.”
    “ Good thing you have PB and J,” Destiny quipped. She held a jar of grape jelly in one hand and crunchy peanut butter in the other. She’d changed out of her work clothes and wore a thin t-shirt with no bra, her ample breasts straining against the fabric. Long legs sprang from the