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floor hardly able to talk or move. Lizette leaned down to her ear.
    “I’m gonna definitely see you again,” she whispered and then went back to work. Kim just lay there, high, confused, and still a little horny.
     
    The date was going so great. It was like something out of a book or a song. After a lavish 5 star meal where the chef prepared the food in front of them, they were now at a secret location airport flying out to South Beach, Miami in Ree’s private jet. The nigga was definitely large.
    “You sure you're not gonna keep me out all night?” Tatum asked looking around the jet, which looked like someone’s apartment.
    “Only if you want me to,” he joked. “You worried sweetheart?” he added, smoothly lighting his Cuban cigar.
    “Well. it’s just I have to work on this paper before Monday.” Ree was impressed by her dedication. She had mentioned this paper at least twice since dinner and it showed him that she was serious about school. It was another quality that shined about Tatum.
    “Well you just tell me when and we’ll hop right back on the jet, have you home in no time. Is that alright?” He asked, staring into her eyes.
    Hell yeah! Tatum wanted to shout. The man was the shit. He was fly, sexy, powerful, and not to mention extremely intelligent.
    Tatum and Ree had talked over dinner about everything from school and work to politics, the war in Iraq, and the New Black Panthers. The shit he kicked was pure inspirational. Tatum was feeling his level.
    “Yeah that’s alright.”
    Tatum glanced at the boy’s jewelry. It wasn’t over the top, but it was enough to blind a bitch momentarily, make her forget she was dealing with a straight cold blooded killer.
    “That’s a nice bracelet, Ree,” she complimented, getting comfortable in the plane’s leather chair.
    “Thank you sweetheart, when we get back to Jersey I’ll buy you one.”
    Is this guy serious?
    “Um, thanks. But Ree, I don’t wear diamonds. There are children in Africa dying over them.”
    Ree was beyond impressed. He himself knew this, but couldn’t bring himself to pull away from the attraction of them.
    “You’re absolutely right, Ms. Lady. I guess you can just call it a weakness of mine, you know how you do something even though it may be a little bad.”
    Tatum cracked a smile, thinking of her doing something with just the two of them on that plane that may be “a little bad”. For a while they just sat there staring at each other. Tatum was in a trance. He had an aura about him that made you want to get close to him. His eyes, his lips, the way he walked, the way he talked, smooth, slow, and in control. But most of all the boy had swagger. As Ree puffed on his cigar, Tatum wondered what he was thinking.
    She’s so fucking bad. Ree thought to himself. He hadn’t even kissed her and he was already turned on. Just the way she moved her mouth and the shit that came out when she spoke made his dick hard. And the white form fitting dress she wore didn’t hurt either. Her jet black hair was straight down her back tonight and her long mocha legs looked like satin. He wanted to wrap them around him and give her what he knew she’d been missing. Not just sex either, but a protector. Someone to take her pain away.
    “Tell me about your man Tatum.”
    “What?” Tatum asked feigning shock. “I don’t have a man.”
    “Oh,” Ree answered, staring directly into her eyes. “Do you want one?”
    Tatum realized he was asking her the question that she sometimes lay in bed and wondered to herself. But why is he asking this? Does he mean he would want to be her man? Tatum quickly imagined the luxury of possibly being Ree’s girl. She summed it up real nice though.
    “Eventually,” she answered nonchalantly.
    “Tell me about it,” he insisted, adjusting his seat and tuning into her.
    “Well Ree, niggas, or brothers shall I say, are all confused these days. They want this good girl wifey that cooks and cleans, is completely