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you’ve selected the perfect dress for your body. I’ll take it down to the shop to be pressed, and now Sofia is ready to whip your hair into something wonderful.”

Chapter Five
    Linden, clad in black pants and a coral shirt, stood beside the chauffeured Lincoln Town Car he hired for the evening, awaiting Shay. She wanted to surprise him, so she forced him to dress in the living room. Then she banished him from his suite.
    Shay stepped out of the resort an hour later looking elegant in a coral sheath. Her ebony curls were piled on top of her head, and ringlets of curls graced her forehead and her nape. Her makeup was a minimal, green liner under her eyes, two coats of ebony mascara on her already long straight eyelashes, blush on her cheeks, and on her lips she wore ruby-red lipstick. She wore a simple gold rope necklace. Diamond-cut, gold, one-inch, earrings dangled from her ears.
    Shay sashayed over to Linden, smiling at his handsome appearance.
    Linden’s shirt not only matched her sheath, it called attention to his newly golden tan. His grin was irresistibly. He was devastatingly attractive, tonight. She was almost tempted to skip the jazz festival, drag him into his suite, strip him down to his birthday suit, and jump his bones. But she wanted to see Anita Baker and Najee perform, so she got into the awaiting car.
    Linden slid in besides her, the driver started the engine, and they rode down that mountain heading toward the concert. Shay slid into his arms and threaded her fingers through his thick hair.
    “Where did you get that shirt, Linden?”
    “Renee told me it would match your dress. So, I purchased it.”
    “We’re looking like this was perfectly arranged,” Shay cooed into his ear.
    Linden kissed Shay’s lips, tasting strawberry from her lip gloss. He wanted a deeper taste from those sweet lips of hers.
    “ Mmm , why don’t we go back to my suite?”
    “ Absolutely not, Mr. Linden David Stewart!”
    “Then, I suggest you don’t sit too close to me. Otherwise, I’ll take you right here in this car,” Linden groaned. Deeply aroused, he threaded his fingers through his hair. He still had to make it through the jazz concert.
    Shay’s eyes slid down to the seat of his pants and noticed his arousal there.
    “ Down boy , I promise to take care of you, tonight,” she said, and she licked her lips.
    Linden’s eyes filled with desire. Shay moved away from him and sat on the opposite side of the car, fanning herself with her purse.
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    The audience was hyped, clapping, and swaying to the beat of Air Supply. Linden and Shay sat in the fifth row, in the middle tier of an amphitheater—an oval arena set up on Pigeon Island—in the middle of the park. They were among thousands of people of all ethnic backgrounds. It was obvious that Linden must have paid good money for those seats. There were people in VIP tents watching the concert on monitors, and others sprawled on the grass on blankets just listening to the show. However, Linden and Shay had practically front row seats. The sound system was impressive, and Shay couldn’t hear a word Linden had said to her in the last few minutes. She pointed to her ears and shook her head to let him know she couldn’t hear him.
    Linden shook his head in acknowledgment that Shay couldn’t possibly hear him over the music. He grabbed her right hand and kissed her palm.
    A gentle moan of passion escaped her lips. That kiss on her palm sent a flame straight down to her femininity. Shay stared into his eyes until the crowd roared again, and her eyes returned to the stage.
    Michael Bolton took center stage with a medley of some of his greatest hits. He wooed the women in the crowd with his signature song, “When A Man Loves A Woman.” His tenor voice belted through the speakers. The St. Lucian natives shouted with pride when he concluded with a reggae piece, “Said I Loved You… But I lied.” They sang with him and danced to the beat of the drums.
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