arms. “Please let me go.”
“Let me prove how good I can make it for you,” he encouraged as he backed away from her.
“No, I can’t let myself fall in love with you. It wouldn’t be good for either of us in the end.” With tears rushing down her cheeks, Jenisha snatched her purse off his couch and rushed out the front door.
Clinton
stared at the front door in shock by Jenisha’s outburst. What in the hell was she hiding? It had to be something big to make her run from his house with tears in her eyes. Well, whatever it was he would find out and put an end to it. He wasn’t about to loose Jenisha before their relationship even began.
Chapter Three
“The hell you will remove yourself from being president of this project,”
Clinton
yelled at Jenisha the next morning in her living room. “How can you even think about doing something so crazy after the closeness we gained last night?” He moved closer to her. Damn it! I won’t let her do this to us . Why was she always trying to run away from him?
“That’s why I want someone else to head the project. It isn’t right for me to be president when I know how attracted we are to each other. You’ll get more work done with another person working beside you,” Jenisha replied, twisting her hands together in front of her.
“Why are you so determined to make me think I’m not in love with you?” he questioned. “Placing another woman in your position won’t take my mind off of you.”
He wrapped his hands around Jenisha’s and placed a kiss on her forehead. “In fact, it will just make it worse. Because all I would do is think about you. Now, is that what you want to happen? Doesn’t this reconstruction deserve my full attention?” He searched her eyes with his and waited for an answer.
Slipping her hands from
Clinton
light grip, Jenisha slid them into the back pocket of her jeans and thought about what he was saying to her. He did make a good point. If his mind wasn’t on the project, then he wouldn’t do a good job. She wanted the additional space for the children to be fantastic. Her class, along with the other students at Bryant Elementary, deserved a bigger building for a better education.
“How did you manage to talk me out of resigning?”
Clinton
flashed her an arrogant grin and winked at her. “Because you’re in love with me, and you want to be around me too. You just don’t want to admit it yet.”
Shaking her head, Jenisha made her way into the kitchen. She felt
Clinton
’s eyes on her, but she didn’t turn around. “Is there anything you want?’ she yelled from the refrigerator.
“Yeah, I want you,” He replied behind her.
She grabbed the pitcher of orange juice and closed the refrigerator door. Spinning back around, Jenisha froze as a pair of moss green eyes boldly raked over her body.
Clinton
’s stare was slow and seductive as his gaze started at the top of her head, dropped to her eyes, then shoulders and ended with a lustful gleam at her breasts.
Her heart jumped and her pulse raced as she eased her way over to the table and sat the orange down in the middle. She wasn’t dumb enough not to be able to read the unmasked desire in his eyes, but what he wanted wasn’t going to happen today.
“Now,
Clinton
it’s too early in the morning for that kind of thinking,” she teased, hoping to break some of the sexual tension in the room.
“I think it’s the perfect time to discuss how we feel about each other,”
Clinton
muttered, moving around the table and slowly inching closer to her body.
“
Clinton
, we really need to get started on the designs for the school since I’ve the next two weeks free,” Jenisha replied. She kept moving until her back hit a wall, preventing her from going any further.
The sides of
Clinton
’s mouth kicked up into a slight smile as he looked at the “deer caught in the headlights” look on Jenisha’s face. He quickly closed the gap between their bodies. Placing a