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shorts she wore. Her feet were pushed into furry pink slippers. Her slender ankles held his gaze captive for longer than he wanted. 
    He shook his head, fighting off the image of his fingertips stroking the skin there.  “Skip the sandwiches,” he said.  “I’ll have pizza delivered.”
     
     
    Hours later, Cayson lay in his king-sized bed staring at the dark ceiling in his bedroom. Fully sated from pepperoni and sausage pizza, he struggled to fall asleep.  The house was quiet. La’Treece and Destiny had gone to bed long ago.  He finally had a moment to himself to think.
    What the hell am I going to do with these women?
    Destiny was controllable, but La’Treece was a storm cloud ready to burst. He didn’t like the things she said. The way she flaunted her body. The way she looked at him. Her actions were almost predatory. If he weren’t careful, this entire situation could get out of control. There was a also the issue of what she was going to do while he and Destiny were at work all day. She couldn’t very well lay on her ass watching TV and burning up his cookware. He made a mental note to talk with her about it tomorrow when he got home from work.
    He plumped his pillow and turned over on his side. He had a long day of depositions tomorrow. He couldn’t afford to fall asleep during any of it.  It seemed he’d barely closed his eyes when he felt a warm feeling against his back.  Seconds later, fingers snaked around his mid-section, pulling him against a soft, feminine form.
    What the fu—?
    He jumped up and switched on his bedside lamp, casting a spotlight on the intruder. His heart lurched as he stood over the woman draped in a flimsy teddy.  “La’Treece,” he growled. “What are you doing in my bed?”

Chapter 5
     
    “I wanted to show my appreciation for all you’ve done for us.”  La’Treece’s eyes raked Cayson’s body from head to toe. Despite the fact that he was in his own bedroom, he felt vulnerable beneath her hawkish gaze. Thank God only his bare chest was exposed.  He’d worn his silk pajama bottoms to bed instead of sleeping nude like he normally did.
    “There’s no need for that.”
    She reclined seductively, her butterscotch skin contrasting against his black sheets. “You can stop pretending to be all righteous, Cayson. I been watching you. I see how you be lookin’ at me.”
    “Look, La’Treece,” he held his hands up in mock s urrender. “It’s been a long day. We’re all tired, and this has obviously been a misunderstanding. Let’s just forget it ever happened.”
    “Ain’t no misunderstanding on my part,” she assured him. “I know what I’m here for. I know what I want. And I think you wanna give it to me.”
    He let out a deep breath . He was accustomed to talking women into bed, but he’d never tried to talk one out of his bedroom.  “You couldn’t be more wrong.”
    “You tellin’ me you don’t want this?” She waved a hand across her near-naked body in the same way a game show model might display a prize. To further entice him, she licked her index finger and then used it to draw a circle around one of her nipples.
    No, he didn’t want her. He wasn’t remotely attracted to her. In the past, he’d been less discriminating about the women he’d fucked. But he’ d learned not to shit where he ate. La’Treece was living under his roof. She was trouble, and he wasn’t going to do anything to upset the already tenuous situation.
    “You need to leave, now,” he ordered. He turned his back on her, offering the privacy she needed to get away. But instead of leaving, she challenged him.
    “Oh, I’m not good enough for you?” she screeched. 
    He whirled around. “You need to chill out. And stop yelling in my house.”
    Her mouth snapped shut, but her eyes blazed with anger. “I come here to show you thanks for what you’ve done for us, and this is how you treat me?”
    Her tone was scathing. She had no reason to be pissed at him. “You