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Beauty & the Geek:

Princess

The Professor

Serenity King

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Chapter One

Yes! Princess Montgomery was a happy woman.

She’d just purchased a Marc Jacobs handbag, an authen-
tic Louis Vuitton bag, and had put her order in for a
Minaudière Bijou evening bag. Her bank account was ten
thousand dollars lighter, but all in all it was turning out
to be a good day. She loved coming to these pocketbook
expos. They were great.

Princess had arrived with her sister, but she’d lost

sight of her a half hour later. Oh well—Tonya would call
her cell if she needed her. As if on cue, Princess’s cell
phone vibrated. Transferring her packages to one hand,
she used the other to lift her cell from its clip at her
waist.

“Hello.”
“Princess, where are you?”
“I’m over in the LV section, Tonya. Where are

you?” Princess yelled into the receiver while simultan-
eously looking out into the crowd, trying to locate Tonya.

“Liz and I are over by the hobo bags. We’re on our

way back to the office. Do you want to meet up for din-
ner?” her sister yelled back.

“Sure. I’m going to grab some lunch and head

back to the hotel.” Princess practically screamed into the
receiver, attempting to be heard over the noise.

“Okay, call me at my office when you get back to

the hotel. We can make arrangements to meet for dinner
later.”

“Sure. ’Bye.” Princess disconnected her call and

placed her cell back on its clip. She’d come to Atlanta to
spend time with her sister along with attending the
show, but so far she’d mostly been on her own. She had
two days left here in Atlanta, and already she was think-
ing about leaving early. She’d come back at a later time
when her sister wasn’t so busy. If Tonya wasn’t working,
she was hanging out with her new man-friend, Nick.
Rather, Nicholas Napolitano.

Princess snickered when she thought of the big

Italian whom had her sister on a very short leash, so to
speak. Oh yeah, he definitely had Tonya’s number.
Tonya was used to getting her way. She’d only had one
serious relationship in her life, and that one had ended
badly. Since then, Tonya never stayed in a relationship.
If she even suspected a guy was getting serious, she’d
find a way to break it off.

However, Princess had a feeling her sister would

not be getting rid of Nicholas that easily. The looks Nich-
olas gave her sister had Princess booking herself into a
hotel the first night he’d stopped by Tonya’s place.
Evidently Tonya had been avoiding the Italian, and he’d
come to get his woman. Princess laughed outright just
thinking about it, which earned her a few stares from
passersby. When Nicholas stopped by, the look on
Tonya’s face had been priceless and had Princess and
Tonya’s friend Liz cracking up.

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Princess had been surprised when she’d met her

sister’s new “friend.” Not Tonya’s usual type. But he was
perfect for her. Tall, handsome, filthy rich, and he didn’t
take any nonsense from Tonya. Nicholas was the perfect
brother-in-law material. Princess sighed deeply. If only
she could find that special someone who could light her
fire, the way Nicholas had for her sister. Unfortunately,
for the past three years she’d been so busy trying to get
her design business off the ground that her sex life was
seriously lacking. Her long-term boyfriend had decided
he didn’t want to wait for her while she made her busi-
ness a success and had broken it off with her almost a
year ago. To be exact, it had been nine months. At the
rate she was going, her coochie would grow cobwebs by
the time she found a “real” man.

Princess fought her way through the crowd to the

front entrance and out the door. Once on the sidewalk,
she used her hand to shade her eyes from the sun, then
looked from left to right, trying to decide where to have
lunch. It was so crowded she had to strain her neck in or-
der to see.

“Hmm, looks as if something big is going on at the

hotel across the street. Wonder what that’s about?” she
mumbled to herself.

Princess noticed a little diner-like luncheonette

across the street that didn’t have too many people stand-
ing in front of it. Good, because she was starving and
didn’t much feel like waiting too long to eat. As if on cue,
her stomach growled. “Geez, I hear you. It appears I will
be eating at the luncheonette.”

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Heading in the direction of the eatery across the

street, Princess hummed to herself. She was so focused
on getting across the street to eat that she never noticed
the stares she got as she walked—particularly the one
from a patron sitting in the same place she was headed.

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Chapter Two

Bradley Thornton, Brad to his friends, couldn’t

believe his luck. He’d been attending the annual NASA
conference, which was just ending. The astrobiology lec-
ture had been really interesting, and he’d wanted to stay
and listen to the others but had agreed to meet with his
longtime friend, Nicholas Napolitano. He now sat in the
luncheonette, waiting for his friend and business associ-
ate and looking out of its glass-plated window at the
beauty fighting with her packages and cell phone. In fact,
she was now walking across the street in the direction of
the luncheonette. Oh, please be coming here, he thought.

Nicholas wanted Brad to install a new security

and computer system for his companies. Nicholas had
offered enough money for Brad to resign from his gov-
ernment job of three years, which involved traveling all
over the world installing new software and operation
systems, and participating in training and development.
He’d left his professor position at Georgia Tech to take
the job with the government, and now here he was at age
thirty-three, going out on his own. Brad was beyond in-
telligent, but as far as running a business went he didn’t
have a clue. Mainly interested in the bottom line, he
knew his people skills were seriously lacking. He would
rather be fooling around with his computer or building
his mathematical video game. That was why Nick had
hired him on as a consultant for his company. Brad knew

his friend just wanted to make sure no one took advant-
age of him. Considered a geek by everyone who knew
him, Brad didn’t care much what people thought of him,
but Nick and his other friend Thomas Reid did.

Despite his lack of social skills, Brad had a pretty

good sex life. Most of the females he came into contact
with wanted to sleep with him just to see how sleeping
with a “geek” would be or just to tell their friends that
they had. He’d learned that in high school and in college.
At first his partners’ superficiality had hurt, but after a
while he’d stopped caring. They got what they wanted,
and he got what he wanted—sexual release.

Brad squinted through his glasses, straining his

head farther toward the window to get a closer look at
the woman who’d caught his interest. She lost her foot-
ing, and Brad nearly jumped out of his seat when she
did, thinking that she’d fall to the ground. She quickly
recovered, not falling at all. Brad hadn’t realized he was
holding his breath until he released a soft sigh. The sigh
turned into a deep, guttural growl as the woman bent
down to readjust the strap of her shoe, giving him and a
few other people a perfect view of her shapely backside.
Didn’t she know her skirt was too short to be bending
over like that? Come to think of it, why was she wearing
something so obscene? The skirt was way too short for
his liking. Brad’s frown deepened. And why wasn’t she
wearing pantyhose? Granted her legs were long, shapely
and beautiful from the view he had of them, but
shouldn’t women wear pantyhose with skirts and
dresses? Brad had been in the company of enough

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females that he could tell when they weren’t wearing
pantyhose. It had never bothered him before, so how
come it did now?

As she got closer, Brad’s frown lines deepened.

She looked familiar. Like he’d seen her before? He
couldn’t have, though. He would have definitely re-
membered her. Or would he? Brad knew he could be
self-absorbed when he was working on something, which
was always.

“Brad, are you okay, my friend?” he heard Nick

ask.

Brad jumped at the intrusion and stared blankly

up at Nick. “Wh—what?” he stammered.

“I asked if you were okay,” Nick said again with a

smile.

Brad cleared his throat. He didn’t appreciate his

friend’s intrusion on his view of the lovely lady. Brad
peeked out of the corner of his eye to get another glimpse
of the beauty. She was no longer in his view. Oh
well—maybe next time. Sighing deeply, he looked up at
this friend. “What are you smiling at, Nick?”

“Hmm, you seem a little preoccupied, Brad. You

sure you’re okay?” Nick asked.

“He sure does, Nick. No doubt it’s some mathem-

atical equation or computer program that we mere lowly
people wouldn’t understand. Right, Bradley?” Thomas
Reid chimed in.

Brad winced. He hated when Tom called him that.

Brad hadn’t realized the man was even standing there.

“Tom, when did you get here?” Brad asked.

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“The same time as Nick here did. You were other-

wise engaged, Professor?” Tom chuckled.

When he realized he’d been caught, Brad’s face

reddened. He did the first thing he could think of to keep
the two men from teasing him: he changed the subject. “I
didn’t know you would be here too, Tom. When did you
get into town?”

“Last night. I’ll only be here for a day or two, de-

pending on how long it takes for me to close this real-es-
tate deal. Then I’m off to Chicago.”

Brad nodded. Tom was a very successful real-es-

tate investor. He bought and sold properties almost as
often as other people changed their underwear. All three
friends came from meager beginnings, but they were all
very wealthy men now. Both Nick and Tom owned For-
tune 500 businesses. Brad was nowhere near as wealthy
as the other two, but he held his own, and with Nick’s
constant badgering and help Brad’s portfolio was grow-
ing by leaps and bounds.

“Not to sound like a snob or anything, but is there

any reason why we’re eating in this place?” Tom asked.
“It’s a nice little eatery but not the norm for you, Nick.
Nor you, Professor.”

Brad had been wondering the same thing. This

was just not their normal place to eat. Granted he could
have eaten here because he was attending the conference
nearby. But for Nick to want to meet him here for lunch
was odd. They’d all had stories of how little they ate
growing up because of lack of money, so when they star-
ted making money they always dined at the finest places.

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It was Brad’s one vice. Nick, Tom, and their other friend
Richard Jones all had cooks. Brad, a good cook himself,
ate out most of the time or had room service from
whatever hotel he was staying in. Cooking for one had
lost its appeal a long time ago. He’d always stayed in the
finest hotels when he worked for the government, some-
times paying for them himself. He didn’t know Nick’s
reasoning for wanting to meet here, but he was glad he’d
chosen the place. Otherwise he would never have seen
the beautiful woman. She appeared to be a woman who’d
never be interested in the likes of him, but she certainly
was easy on his eyes.

Brad was brought out of his musings by the soft,

feminine voice addressing Nick. The silky sound caused
the hairs on his forearms to stand and his skin to grow
goose pimples—in a good way. It figured she’d know
Nick, or even Tom for that matter. They were both very
good-looking men, and as far back as he could remem-
ber, they’d never lacked female company. So a beautiful
woman recognizing one or the both of them was not out
of the norm.

Brad glanced up and was caught by surprise. The

woman addressing Nick was the same woman he’d
watched out of the window. Brad’s stomach plummeted.
She was interested in Nick. Not wanting his face to show
the disappointment he felt, Brad focused his attention on
a spot just above Nick’s head and tried his best to tune
out the conversation.

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Chapter Three

“Uh, Brad? You still with us, buddy?” Brad heard

Nick calling his name.

Shaking himself, Brad looked at his friend. “I’m

sorry, Nick, were you saying something?”

“Yes, I was trying to introduce you to Tonya’s sis-

ter, Princess. Princess Montgomery, I’d like you to meet
Professor Bradley Thornton,” he heard Nick saying. He
also noticed the smirk on Nick’s face as he spoke.

Oh brother—his friends knew him all too well.

They knew he was trying not to look at the woman. Turn-
ing his head slightly to the side, Brad slowly looked up
into the most beautiful face he’d ever noticed before. He
was dumbstruck. She might not have been picture-per-
fect beautiful, like the faces he often saw on magazine
covers, but to him she was the most beautiful woman
he’d ever seen. Her caramel-colored skin gleamed with
one of the biggest and brightest smiles he’d ever ob-
served, which reached all the way up to her eyes. Her
dark eyes sparkled with laughter. Her naturally curly
hair was cut short and accentuated her high
cheekbones—and they also held something very rare:
dimples. Brad knew he was staring but couldn’t help it.
When the beauty transferred her packages from one
hand to the other and reached out to shake his hand, he
had no choice but to take her outstretched hand in his.

“Nice to meet you, Professor Thornton,” she said.

Brad still didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. Loving

the silky feel of her soft hand, he tightened his hold. He
could hold her hand forever, and her voice, oh man, her
voice sounded even better directed at him.

Brad heard either Nick or Tom clear his throat.

He wasn’t sure which one it was, and right now, he didn’t
particularly care.

“Uh, can I have my hand back, please?” the soft

voice asked.

Brad yelped in pain at the feel of someone kicking

him under the table and quickly dropped the hand he
held. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly.

“No problem,” she said with a smile.
Brad didn’t know what to do or say next, so he

said the first thing that came to mind. “Aren’t you cold?”
he asked.

“Excuse me? As hot as it is outside, why would

you ask me if I’m cold?” Princess asked with a frown.

“It’s just…your skirt…is…so short,” he said in a

rush.

“Oh hell!” Nick murmured.
Brad glanced over at him and saw he was shrink-

ing down in his seat, while Tom was trying not to laugh.
He was failing miserably if the rise and fall of his chest
was any indication. What? Did I say something wrong?
Brad wondered. Why’s she looking at me like she’s
angry? What’d I do? Brad adjusted his glasses just to
make sure he was reading her correctly. Peering up at
her through his glasses, he realized she was indeed
furious.

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“My skirt is NOT too short. It’s the perfect length.

Any longer and it will be down to my ankles,” was her
tight-lipped reply.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just

that my mom’s skirts are never that short, and yours is
short plus it shows off all of your attributes,” he said
sincerely.

“Oh, hell, did he just say his mother?” Nick asked.
“Yes he did. He also said something about her at-

tributes,” Tom said around his laughter.

“Unhh,” Nick groaned. “Please don’t let him say

anything else.”

“Let him. Haven’t seen our boy this flustered

since…actually, I’ve never seen him this discombobu-
lated over a woman—Interesting,” Tom whispered.

“You would find this amusing. Remember, her

sister is my lady love,” Nick whispered back.

“Yeah, and if she’s anything like you say her sister

is, this should be very interesting, so be quiet and enjoy
the show,” Tom said, tickled.

“You—your mother,” Princess stammered. “So

you’re saying I should be wearing a skirt your mother
would wear? Am I hearing you correctly?” Princess
straightened to her full height.

“No…no. I just meant that…uh…never mind,”

Brad mumbled. He couldn’t continue to stare at her. She
must not have noticed, but one of the buttons on her
blouse had come undone, which gave him a glimpse of
her caramel-colored breast encased in a white lace bra.
He really should tell her that her blouse was opened, but

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considering how mad she seemed over his mentioning
that her skirt was too short, he wasn’t sure it was a good
idea. Despite himself, he continued to stare at her chest.
She must have noticed, because her eyes followed the
direction of his, and her face reddened; she dropped her
packages and went to work on her button.

“You know, a gentleman would have told me that

my shirt was open,” Princess fumed.

“Who said I was a gentleman?” he murmured, still

looking at her. He heard her gasp and averted his eyes
from her breast to glance up into her eyes. Her expres-
sion was one of shock as she stared back at him.

“Well, damn, our boy isn’t a lost cause after all,”

he heard Tom say.

“Shit, I guess not,” this came from Nick.
“Now that you’ve had an eyeful, I’ll just go—”
“But I didn’t,” he said, interrupting her flow of

words.

“You didn’t what?” she asked, lifting a perfectly

arched brow.

“Technically, I didn’t get an eyeful. An eyeful

would be seeing them naked. You have them covered.
From what I could see of them, I know they’re beautiful,”
he said.

Brad heard chuckling all around him and wished

everyone would just shut the hell up. Princess appeared
to be embarrassed, and he didn’t like that. He hadn’t
meant to embarrass her. He was just stating the obvious.
As a matter of fact, not only did he want to see her naked
breasts, he wanted to see her naked—period.

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“Uh…hmm….uh, Nick, I’m sure I’ll see you before

I head back to Chicago. I’ll just grab a sandwich to go,”
she stammered. As an afterthought, she looked at him
and Tom. “Nice meeting you two. Have a nice lunch.
Goodbye.” With that, Princess turned and hurried away,
leaving a stunned Brad to watch her retreating form.

Brad cocked his head to one side to look at Nick

and Tom. They both had their menus up to their faces,
and he knew they were laughing by the rise and fall of
their chests.

“What?” he asked, not sure what just happened.

The only answer he got was his two friends’ full-blown
belly laughs. Throwing up his hands, he asked again.
“What?”

“Man, you really don’t know what happened?”

Tom asked.

Brad gave them both a blank stare. Then they

went on to explain the folly of his ways.

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Chapter Four

Princess got back to her hotel room, dropped her

packages on the bed, and was now sitting at the little
table in her room eating her soup and sandwich and
drinking bottled water. The nerve of that guy. First he
tells her that her skirt is too short; then he had the auda-
city to make reference to her breasts in a very intimate
way. When she’d first noticed the three of them sitting in
the eatery, she’d thought them all very handsome men.
Even if the one named Brad was a bit overdressed, in a
short-sleeved dress shirt with a tie knotted so tight at his
throat you’d have thought he was choking. Hmm…she
could have pointed that out when he’d commented on
her skirt, her attributes---oh yeah, that little one wasn’t
lost on her either—and her boobs. Imagine talking about
seeing her breasts naked in the middle of a restaurant.
The treacherous things had the nerve to harden at his in-
spection too. Just went to show she’d been without sex
for far too long. She was turned on by a classic nerd.

A smile lifted at the corner of Princess’ mouth. He

was cute, though. His dark, neatly trimmed wavy hair,
square jaw, and thick eyebrows only complimented his
features. Even behind the cover of his dark rimmed
glasses, she could tell that his eyes were a deep blue.
They were eyes she could get lost in. And he appeared to
be around six feet tall.

Princess had noticed that Nick’s other friend Tom,

was fine too. He was a tall broad-shouldered African-
American with short-cropped curly hair and gray eyes.
Princess sighed. Why wasn’t she attracted to him? She
had to be attracted to the doofus in training with the big
mouth.

Finishing off her food, she got up to dump the

trash, reminding herself that she needed to call her office
to see how Sam was getting along. Samantha, along with
Trisha Grant and Princess herself, was one of the co-
owners of the building that housed all three of their of-
fices. Sam designed clothes, and Princess and Trisha de-
signed and decorated houses. They all looked out for one
another.

Princess took a seat at the desk and used the

hotel’s telephone to call Sam. She knew Trisha was away
designing the interior of some rock star’s home. Sam was
handling anything urgent.

Princess placed her call and waited for Sam to

pick up.

“Hello, Sam?”
“Hi, Princess, what’s up?”
“Nothing, I was just checking in. Is there anything

urgent that needs my attention?” Princess asked.

“No, there isn’t. In fact, one of your appointments

was rescheduled.”

Princess hated when that happened. It always

threw her off. “Oh, which one?” she asked.

“Mrs. Wilmington. She had an emergency and

had to go out of town. I’ve rescheduled her for next week.

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I checked your calendar, and other than something six
months from now, you’re pretty much free.”

“Okay. That’s fine. I always give myself enough

space for situations like this. Have you heard from
Trisha?”

Princess heard Sam chuckling on the other end of

the phone.

“I sure have, and her little rock star is driving her

batty. I think if our friend doesn’t finish this man’s house
soon, we’ll be sending her bail money.”

“Is he really that bad?” Princess chuckled. She

knew if anyone could handle the rock star, Trisha could.

“According to Trisha he is. She’s threatening to

brain him with one of the kitchen fixtures.”

“Good Lord, what’d he do?”
“Uh, he wanted to know if she’d like some cream

in her coffee, if you know what I mean—and that’s the
tamer version. He’s pretty wild. I think Trish is so busy
keeping him in line that she’s behind schedule. You have
to let Trish tell it. I was laughing my ass off.”

“Oh, good grief, and they say the freaks only come

out at night. Maybe she should refund him some of his
money and come home. Deposits are non-refundable, it’s
written in the contractbut either way, no amount of
money is worth putting herself in harm’s way for. We’ll
just sue his ass for sexual harassment.”

“She’s all right, momma bear. His security guard

set him straight. He’s now being a good boy.”

“Okay. That’s good.”

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“So when are you headed back, and what did you

buy at the expo?”

Princess went on to tell Sam about the bags she’d

purchased and that she’d probably be heading home in a
day or two. She also told her about Tonya’s new man.
Princess didn’t mention the little incident at the lunch-
eonette with Professor Thornton. Some things were just
not shareable material.

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Brad sat in the little luncheonette, barely paying

attention to what his friends were saying. They’d just fin-
ished their meal and were going over plans for Nick’s
computer migration. Brad’s answers to Nick’s questions
were automated, as he knew the information like the
back of his hand; his mind was still on Princess. Even
though she’d left in a huff, he knew he’d had some effect
on her. He might be what some consider a geek, but he
wasn’t totally clueless, he’d seen her nipples harden un-
der his watchful eye. Oh man, what he wouldn’t do for a
chance to explore her body fully.

Brad had been instantly attracted to her. He knew

he didn’t stand a chance with her, but he wanted to give
it a try anyway. Wait a minute, didn’t she say she was go-
ing back to Chicago? Dammit, she didn’t live in Atlanta.
How was he supposed to get to know her better if she
lived in another state? He’d find a way—starting tonight.
First he needed to find out where she was staying.

“Nick, is she staying with Tonya?” Brad asked out

of nowhere.

“Is who staying with Tonya?” Nick inquired.

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Brad looked at Nick as if he’d grown a third eye.

“Princess, Tonya’s sister,” he replied.

“Oh. No, she’s staying at the Montage down the

road. Why? You interested?” Nick asked.

“Maybe. Will that be a problem?” he asked.
“Why would it be a problem with me?”
“I don’t want to embarrass you or anything,

youknow, my being a geek in all.”

“Cut the shit, Bradley. We’ve been friends too long

for you to get stupid now. If you want her, go for it, it has
nothing to do with me. Just be careful, I don’t want to
see you get hurt.”

Brad was touched by Nick’s concern. He’d just

been messing with Nick. Brad knew his friends never
thought of him as an embarrassment. In fact, they often
defended him. They’d been doing it since high school.
What they didn’t know was that he was a skilled boxer
and could pretty much take care of himself.

“Oh man, I wish I could stay for a few more days.

I have a feeling this is going to be good,” Tom said.
“Don’t forget the condoms. If you need some, I have a
case. I can give you some.”

“You have a case of condoms?” both Brad and

Nick asked simultaneously.

“Yes, I do, and I’m not ashamed. In fact, I have

more than one case, if you must know—a guy can never
be too careful. Trust me, there aren’t any little Reid’s
running around, because this dude never rides
bareback.”

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“Two cases of condoms,” Brad frowned at Tom,

“just how much sex are you having?” he asked.

“A lot, and I’m enjoying every minute of it.” Tom

smirked.

“Condoms break, you know. You’d better be care-

ful, Thomas,” Brad scolded with a shake of his head.
He’d called him Thomas on purpose to let him know he
was serious.

“Shut up, Professor. What you’re trying to do, jinx

me or something?” Tom said.

“No, I’m not trying to jinx you. It’s just…that’s a

lot of sex.”

“Man, do you want the condoms or not?” Tom

asked.

“No. Thanks anyway. If I get that far I can get my

own condoms,” Brad informed him.

“I’ll take your word for it, Professor. I have to get

going. I’ll talk to you guys soon,” Tom said, pushing his
chair back and standing up. “You two sit—I got this one.”

“I have to get back as well,” Nick said. “Brad, I’ll

give you a call later, since your mind is clearly not on
business today. I can throw some steaks on the grill and
invite Princess and Tonya over. That’ll give you a chance
to talk with her.”

“Can we do it another time?” Brad asked. “I have

something important that I need to take care of this
evening.”

“Sure, but Princess is only here for a few more

days. If not at the house, we can always go out to dinner
before she leaves. Just let me know,” Nick said.

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“Thanks, Nick, will do,” Brad said.
“No thanks necessary—that’s what friends are for.

Talk to you soon, buddy,” Nick said as he and Tom
walked over to the cashier to take care of the tab.

Brad sat for a few more minutes. He wanted to

approach Princess on his own; he didn’t want others
around when he did it. He knew where she was staying,
so he would just go by her hotel room after he went
home to change his clothes.

Brad smiled to himself. Yep, this day was turning

out to be pretty good. Hmm…maybe he’d go by the hotel
now and invite her over to his house for dinner. That
way, he would be able to spend some time alone with
her. He didn’t want to share her with anyone yet. Luck-
ily, he knew the owner of the Montage very well. He
would be able to get Princess’ room number easily. He
wouldn’t invade her privacy, though. It would be her
choice whether or not she let him into her room.

Getting up from his seat, Brad ordered a cup of

coffee to go, then made his way out of the eatery in the
direction of the Montage Hotel.

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Chapter Five

After obtaining Princess’ room number, Brad took

the elevator up to the second floor of the hotel. He hesit-
ated a moment before knocking at the door. Suddenly he
didn’t feel as confident as he had when he’d left the res-
taurant. The fear of rejection weighed heavy on his chest.
She was gorgeous, and on top of that she was African-
American, Why would she want anything to do with
him? Maybe she wasn’t into white guys. Brad groaned
deep, then turned to walk away. Just as he was turning
away from the door, it opened.

“Professor Thornton, what are you doing here?”

he heard her ask.

Brad turned around slowly to face her and was

rendered speechless—Again. There she was standing in
her doorway with even less clothes on than she’d worn
earlier. She was wearing a bathing suit…well, what he
guessed was supposed to be a bathing suit. The thing
looked like a few pieces of material held together by
strings. The little piece of fabric she had wrapped around
her waist was totally useless. It didn’t hide what was un-
derneath it at all. He guessed the little scrap was more
for fashion than coverage. Brad had never considered
himself a possessive man, but by God, he couldn’t allow
her to go out like that, showing all of her assets to any-
one with eyes—And what beautiful assets she had. Her

body was to die for. Perfect, but practically naked. Where
was she going naked?

“Ah, Professor, is there something you wanted?”

Princess asked.

“You,” he said before he could stop himself.
“Excuse me?” he heard her say around his lust-

fogged brain.

“I mean…I need to speak with you. I…mean…can I

have a word with you?” Brad asked in a rush.

She seemed to hesitate before finally inviting him

inside.

“Sure, come on in. I was going for a swim, but I

guess it can wait. Is there something wrong?” she asked
before moving aside and allowing him to enter her room.

Brad released the breath he’d been holding and

walked in ahead of her. He didn’t turn around to face her
until he heard the door click shut. He looked up in time
to see her placing a pair of sunglasses on the table along
with what appeared to be a beach bag. Funny how he
hadn’t noticed she’d been holding the bag before. Brad
did a quick perusal of her body again and noticed that it
glistened with what was probably sunscreen. Oh man,
her legs were long and shapely. They would look good
tangled with his.

Suddenly his trousers felt too tight. His zipper

was cutting off the circulation to his manhood. He was
hard as a rock and appeared to be getting harder. She
was having a serious effect on his libido. Brad stuffed his
hands into his pockets to try to pull his pants away from
his erection and moved a little, trying to adjust himself.

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He prayed like hell that Princess didn’t notice his
growing hard-on.

“I’m still waiting for you to tell me why you’re

here, Professor.”

Brad shook himself out of his musings. “I came

over to invite you to dinner this evening. And please call
me Brad. I haven’t been a professor for a few years now.”

“You want to have dinner with me?” Princess

asked with a look of disbelief on her face.

“Yes, I do. Why are you acting as if I’ve said

something wrong?”

“It’s just that you didn’t appear to like me earlier.

In fact, you seemed to enjoy pointing out the errors of
my ways, then you show up out of the blue wanting to
have dinner with me. What’s up with that?” She crossed
her arms under her chest, which only pushed her breasts
together, giving him a better view of the creamy globes.

Brad gave a deep, guttural moan. “Do you mind

putting on some clothes?” he choked out.

“Yes, I do mind. If you have a problem with the

way I’m dressed, you can leave and I can go have my
swim,” she replied, then made to pick up her bag.

“No, wait!” he shouted. “I didn’t mean that the

way it sounded. It’s just you’re kind of distracting me. I
didn’t mean to offend you. You’re beautiful. You have the
strangest effect on me. I just wanted to have dinner with
you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” she asked.
“Very,” he responded.

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“You said that you wanted to have dinner with

me—does that mean you don’t want to anymore?”

Brad relaxed when he saw the smile pasted on her

face. All was not lost. “No, I would still like to have din-
ner with you.”

“Good, then I accept your dinner invitation. What

time should I be ready?”

Brad stared at her in shock for a moment, mouth

agape. She’d said yes. She’d actually said yes. Yes! He
had a date.

“Uh, Professor, are you okay?” she asked as a

frown knitted her brow.

“Wh…what?”
“I asked if you were okay. You’re kind of just star-

ing off into space. Before that, I asked what time should I
be ready for dinner.”

“Oh yes. How about I pick you up at six this

evening?”

“Six it is. I’ll be ready. Where exactly are we go-

ing?” she wanted to know.

“My place, if that’s okay with you?”
Brad noticed the frown that marred her brow and

the tension in her body, and he figured she was having
doubts about having dinner at his place. “I’m trust-
worthy. I promise. You can even ask Nick,” he said in a
rush. He could have suggested taking her to a restaurant,
but he wouldn’t feel comfortable. He knew he would
surely say the wrong thing. Brad relaxed a little when he
noticed her body loosen.

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“Sure,” she said with a lift of her hands. “If that’s

all, I’ll see you this evening.”

Brad knew she wanted him to leave. He couldn’t

think of a single reason why he should stay, other than
the fact that he wanted to throw her down on the king-
size bed and have his way with her. Apparently his cock
was in full agreement, as it twitched behind his zipper.
He needed to get out of here before he made a complete
fool out of himself. He was so hard it felt as if he’d blow
his load any minute. He needed to calm down.

Brad started to walk out and found his manhood

so stiff that he would surely walk with a limp. He inhaled
then exhaled, trying to bring his body under control. He
needed a distraction.

“Princess, before I go, can I ask a favor of you?”
“That depends on the favor,” she responded.
“Fair enough,” he said, taking a step toward her.

Thank God, he brought some semblance of normalcy to
his personage. Once he came to stand in front of her, her
scent flooded his nostrils, and he instantly hardened
again. Still, he needed to say this for his own peace of
mind. “Could you please not go out in that?”

Seeing that she was about to get huffy again, Brad

held up his hands to ward off her words. “It’s just that…
guys are going to be looking at your stuff, and I don’t
want that. I don’t want them touching you or looking at
you,” he rushed on.

“Guys are going to be looking at my stuff. Profess-

or, I’m going swimming. I’m sure there will be plenty
other women around the pool and I won’t have to fight

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off anyone. Trust me, I don’t have that kind of effect on
the male species,” Princess snickered.

“Oh yes you do. You have that kind of effect on

me. My body automatically reacts to yours,” he
murmured.

“Really, your body reacts to mine. How so?” she

asked sassily.

Brad looked down at her and saw that her eyes

shone with merriment. She was enjoying herself, she was
enjoying this. He could tell she knew what he was talking
about, since she was staring down at his zipper. His erec-
tion was impossible to miss. Well, he knew how to have
fun too. Before Brad could talk himself out of it, he had
Princess in his arms, backed up against the door, his
tongue in her mouth, and was grinding his erection into
her. He kissed her with a passion he’d never known he
possessed. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he placed
his forehead against her and pleaded with her. “Please
don’t tease, Princess. I’m so wound up I’m about to
burst. All it would take is a yes from you and I’d be bur-
ied so deep within you it’d look like someone glued us to-
gether. There are only two things stopping me. One: I
don’t have any condoms with me, and two: I want to get
to know you outside of the physical.”

“I… I…”
“No, let me finish,” he stopped her. “I want you

bad, as you can tell, but I’ve been hurt before, and before
I give my heart like that again, I want to be sure there
can be a ‘we.’ I want to show you the real me and get to
know the real you. Is that okay with you? I know you’re

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just as attracted to me as I am to you. I can feel it in your
response to me.”

They were both breathing heavily. Neither said a

word more. Brad felt her arms go around him. She
hugged him tightly to her, her face lying against his
chest. Brad bent a little at the knees and pushed back up,
rubbing himself into her crotch.

“Uh!” she groaned deep and loud.
“I asked if that was okay with you, Princess?” he

whispered.

“Ye…yes, it’s…fine,” she moaned.
“Thank you. I’ll see you at six,” he said, lifting her

up off her feet and placing her back down away from the
door. He quickly opened the door and quit the room. The
only sound other than Princess’ heavy breathing was the
soft clicking the door made as it closed after his
departure.

“Oh my damn!” she whispered, then burst out in

hysterical laughter. “The geek just turned me out.” Prin-
cess made her way to the bathroom to change her
drenched bikini bottoms. Her body was still humming
from Brad’s ministrations.

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Chapter Six

Princess didn’t know what to wear to Brad’s

house. It was so hot that she opted for a white halter
dress and strapless white sandals.

She’d called Tonya to tell her she couldn’t make it

for dinner. She didn’t tell her she had a dinner date. In-
stead, she said she’d decided to stay in and order room
service. Princess had a feeling Tonya would be busy any-
way—she hadn’t put up much of a fight when she’d can-
celled. More than likely Tonya was occupied with her
Italian stud. Princess chuckled. She liked Nick. He was
just what Tonya needed But enough about Tonya. Hope-
fully after tonight she’d have her own stud muffin. Her
professor was so HOT. Purely delicious.

Princess frowned when she thought back on her

and Brad’s conversation earlier. He’d said he’d been hurt
before. She’d heard the pain in his voice as he said it. She
didn’t want to hurt him. She did, however, want to get to
know him better. If she could get him to stop blurting
out the first thing on his mind, they’d be all right.

The first thing Brad said when she’d opened her

hotel room door was, “You can’t wear that out in public.”
She laughed, kissed him on the cheek and walked out of
the room in front of him, while telling him to come
along. Dude would seriously have to get over wanting her
to cover up from head to toe. He stepped up behind her,
grabbed her hand, and rushed her inside the elevator. It

was a good thing they only had to go one floor down. She
thought Brad was going to burst a blood vessel when the
guy on the elevator kept sneaking peeks at her. Once the
elevator reached lobby level, they did a run-walk through
the lobby, out the door and to his car. In the car, Prin-
cess asked him where the fire was. He calmly responded,
“Under that little thing you call a dress.” Princess kept
her mouth shut the rest of the way to his house; to her
surprise, his home wasn’t that far away.

Brad owned a beautiful two-story home with in-

door and outdoor pools. The outside appearance of the
house hid a spacious interior. He had a lot of space, and
she loved it. He told her to look around while he checked
on dinner, refusing her offer of help—that was
great—since she couldn’t cook worth a damn.

“Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes.

Would you like a glass of wine while we wait?”

Princess jumped. She hadn’t realized he’d stepped

into the room. She was sitting in his den, supposedly
watching a movie. Truthfully, she had no idea what the
movie was about. She’d been in her own little world.

Princess looked over at him and smiled. He

looked so good standing in the doorway of the den in T-
shirt and jeans. His feet were bare. Sexy as all get out
was how he looked.

“No thank you. Come sit and talk to me for a few

minutes,” she said, patting the spot next to her. She
watched as he swaggered over and sat down beside her.

“Okay. What do you do for a living?” he asked.

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“I own a design company along with my partner,

Trisha Grant. Along with our friend Samantha Foster,
who is a fashion designer, we own the building that
houses our businesses”

“You smile when you mention their names. They

must be really close friends.”

“They are. Other than my sisters, they’re my

family.”

“Any other siblings besides Tonya?” he asked.
“Yes. I have another sister, Danica, we call her

Dani. She lives in Chicago and owns her own real estate
company. It’s a small company, but she loves it. I just
hate that we live in the same state and rarely see one an-
other. Dani went through a bad divorce a few years ago.
Ever since then she’s been working herself to death, as if
she’s trying to prove something to the world. Her ex is a
doctor and she never said what happened, but I have a
feeling it wasn’t good. She’s different now...more cau-
tious and not as trusting.

“She’s the same way she was when our parents

died. They died in a plane crash when we were younger.
We were raised by our grandparents, who have since
passed on as well.”

“I’m sorry. That must have been tough, losing

your parents so young. How old were you when they
died?” he asked softly.

“I was twelve, Tonya, ten, and Danica was fifteen.

My grandparents were already well up in age when they
started taking care of us. My mom was an only child. She
was a late-life baby, and my dad was estranged from his

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family. I think it had something to do with my mom,
we’re not exactly sure. My dad was Native American. All
we know is that our parents loved one another very
much, and that’s good enough for us. Danica practically
raised us.”

“Wow, it must have been hard growing up without

a mother or father.”

“Not really. We missed our parents dearly, but my

grandparents were great. They did what they could. One
thing for sure, we were never without love. What about
you? Any siblings?” she asked, wanting to shift the con-
versation away from herself for a while.

“I have a brother, Simon, he’s older by six years.

Honestly, I have no idea what it is that Simon does—but
he travels a lot. I hear from him once in a while. He used
to call all the time, but I was always so caught up in one
project or another. We were very close until he left home
and went off to college.”

“And your parents?” Princess asked.
Brad sighed. “My parents are alive and live in

Florida, but we’re not close at all. They’re both highly in-
telligent snobs. They came from money but were too ab-
sorbed in themselves to share it with their children. Si-
mon and I both got to college on scholarships; Simon for
football, and me with academics and a few others. Simon
won’t have anything to do with our parents and I don’t
blame him. They gave him a hard time growing up,”
Brad murmured.

“And you wanted my skirt to be long like your

mother’s.” Princess tsked and watched him flush. “How

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old are you? And what is it exactly that you do? You said
you weren’t a professor anymore?”

“Come on, let’s go set the table. We can finish this

conversation in the dining room.”

They walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen. Prin-

cess watched him remove a casserole dish from the oven
and place it on top of a potholder on the kitchen counter.

“Mmm, that smells good. What is it?”
“Thank you. One’s broccoli casserole, and the oth-

er is roasted chicken. We’re having this along with rice
with peas and shredded carrots.”

“I can’t wait to dig in.”
“Let’s set the table,” he said, clearly pleased that

she was admiring his cooking skills.

Princess and Brad made quick work of setting the

table. Brad put out all of the food and serving dishes and
placed the casserole, rice and chicken in the middle of
the table along with the dinner rolls.

For someone who acted so inept sometimes, he

was a surprisingly good host. He moved around the kit-
chen with familiarity. He talked to himself often as he
did so, but all in all he was good.

“Dig in,” he said.
“Not before we say grace,” she commented.
“Grace,” he voiced.
“Yes. The blessing of the food,” she replied. “Take

my hand and close your eyes. I’ll do it this time, and you
can do it the next.” Princess blessed the food, and they
began to eat.

“So how old are you?” she asked.

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“I’m thirty-three and just recently started my own

computer business. I’ve worked with the government
and as a professor. Now I’m working on installing a sys-
tem for Nick’s companies. I’ve hired a few techs which
will give me enough time to make some headway on a
computer game I’m creating.”

“You’re making a video game?”
“It’s a mathematical video game designed to help

students with math. I want to design some fun games as
well,” he answered. His excitement was evident in his
smile and voice.

Princess laughed. “I can tell you like your elec-

tronics. Your home is an electronics junkie’s dream come
true. It’s simple yet amazing with all of these gadgets.
Your big-screen television is to die for. I love your
home.”

Brad’s smile brightened. “Thank you for saying

that. I appreciate it.”

“It’s true, Brad. I love your home.”
They talked and ate at the same time. When they

were finished, they cleared the table and loaded the
dishwasher.

“Let’s go in the other room and watch a movie,”

he said, taking her by the hand and walking to the den.
Once there, he sat down on the sofa and pulled her down
with him, placing her between his legs and lying back
against the sofa arm.

Brad used his universal remote to start the DVD.

He’d already preloaded a few movies. He needed
something safe, so he put on Batman. Settling her more

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comfortably between his legs, with her head lying against
his chest, he proceeded to comb his fingers through her
hair.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” she said sleepily.
“Tired?” he murmured.
“A little,” she whispered.
“Relax and go to sleep. I promise not to take ad-

vantage of you,” he joked.

“Oh, what a shame,” she sassed.
“Be good,” he said.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said around

a yawn.

“Okay, sleepyhead, go ahead and rest.”
That was the last thing Princess heard before she

quickly fell asleep.

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Chapter Seven

Princess awoke with something hard poking at

her back, her head against something rock solid. She was
disoriented for a minute, not realizing she was still at
Brad’s house on his couch and, most importantly, still
between his thighs. She tried to sit up, but the hand on
her stomach restrained her movements.

“Please stop moving against me like that,” Brad

groaned.

Startled, Princess opened her eyes fully and sat

straight up, causing Brad to suck in his breath.

“Brad? What time is it?” she asked with a sleep-

filled voice.

“It’s a little after midnight.”
“Omigod! You let me sleep that long?” she

screeched.

“Yes. Evidently you needed it. Besides, I like hav-

ing you in my arms.”

Princess snorted. “I can tell by that hard thing

that was poking me in my back how well you like having
me in your arms.”

“What can I say? I want you bad,” he confessed.
Princess didn’t say anything; she just sighed and

lay back against him.

“Princess?”
“Yes?”
“I want to have sex now.”

Princess’ chest rumbled with laughter. “Oh really

now?” she questioned. “Just like that, you’ve decided you
want to have sex. What happened to getting to know
each other?”

“I still want to get to know you, but I really, really

need to be inside of you,” he whispered.

“Do you always say what’s on your mind?”
“I try to. Princess, you’re the first woman I’ve ever

been this direct with. I believe it’s because I’m very at-
tracted to you. I might say the wrong things sometimes,
but I mean well. Maybe you can teach me,” he
murmured.

Princess sighed. “Brad, I’m only here for the next

few days and then I’m leaving for home. I live in Chicago
and you in Atlanta. How’s that supposed to work?”

“I don’t know, but I do know I want to try. For

now we have the next few days to be together; let’s not
waste them,” he said, turning her around to face him.
She was now lying fully on top of him. His hands went
up and under her halter dress to grasp her hips. “How
can I convince you?”

“I think you just did,” she said and wiggled

against him.

“Whoa, if you keep doing that it’ll be over before

we get started,” he whimpered.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” she muttered

and wiggled against him again.

“Oh shit!” Brad roared. “Up. We need to get to a

bed.” Still holding on to her hips, he pressed her lower

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body into his one last time before rolling her underneath
him. “I can’t wait. We’ll move to the bed later.”

“Meaning we’re having sex more than once,” she

gasped out.

Brad pulled her halter dress down, releasing her

breasts while at the same time using his other hand to
pull off her underwear.

“I think you need to get rid of your jeans, Profess-

or,” Princess murmured, her hands going under his T-
shirt and pulling it over his head. She went for the but-
ton on his jeans only to have him smack her hand away.

“I’ll do it. If you touch me there now, I won’t be

held responsible for what will happen next,” he
stammered, his voice filled with need.

“Well hurry it up, Professor,” she cried, writhing

underneath him.

Brad had to laugh at her impatience. “I am. Hold

on a sec.” He got up to remove his jeans, taking out a
condom before tossing them across the room.

“Sure of yourself, weren’t you, Professor,” she

murmured.

“Not at all, I was just being prepared,” he said,

ripping the condom pack open and sheathing himself.

While Brad prepared himself, Princess took her

dress off and tossed it across the room. She stretched out
on the sofa and began pulling on her hardened nipples,
which seemed to send him up in flames.

“Stop that. I want to do that,” he shouted.
“You’re taking too long,” she shot back.

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By the time he joined her again, she was so

aroused cream was seeping from between her folds. Brad
bent down, pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked
it, at the same time, using his strong thighs to open her
legs wider. With his finger, he tested her readiness. Find-
ing her soaking wet, he aligned himself with her opening
and entered her with one thrust.

Princess cried out. “What the hell!”
She felt him stiffen. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

he asked, his voice restrained.

“Hell to the yes. You can’t be jamming all of that

in me all at once. Shit!” she cried, trying to adjust to his
girth.

“I’m sorry. Do you want me to pull out?”
“If you do I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” she

said. “Just give me a few seconds. I’ll be okay.”

“Princess, I have to move,” he ground out. Brad

took hold of her legs and opened her wider. “Trust me.”
With that, he sank deeper into her and began to push in
and out of her. Rotating his hips, he continued to move
in and out of her slowly until her body relaxed against
his.

“That’s it, baby, relax,” he murmured. Brad

watched their joined bodies moving in harmony for a few
moments before lifting his head to take her lips. He
kissed her deep and hard. Every time Brad rotated his
hips, their pelvic bones met, creating the most incredible
sensation.

“Princess, wrap your arms and legs around me

and hold on tight,” he ordered.

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Princess did as she was told and watched through

lust-filled eyes as he grabbed hold of the armrest on the
sofa to get better leverage. After doing so, his tempo in-
creased to a maddening speed.

Princess’ body was on fire. She hadn’t thought the

professor had it in him. He was giving her body a real
workout. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, shak-
ing like a bowl of Jell-O, and she found herself mum-
bling incoherently.

“Are you okay?” she heard him ask.
“I’m better than okay. I’m great. Just keep doing

what you’re doing and I’ll be even better,” she croaked
out. “Oh shit! I’m about to come.”

“Go ahead. I’m right behind you,” he said between

gritted teeth. Brad leaned forward and pulled her nipple
into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. She went off
like a firecracker.

“Omigod!” she screamed at the top of her voice.
“Yes! Oh shit! Yes!” he yelled, shooting his load

into the condom. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top
of her.

Brad rolled off her and got up. Bending down, he

lifted her up into his arms and walked out of the den,
only stopping long enough to click a button that turned
everything off. He carried her upstairs to his bedroom
and placed her on the bed. “I’ll be right back—I need to
dispose of the condom,” he said and was off to the ad-
joining bathroom.

While Brad was in the bathroom, Princess gave

the room a quick assessment. It was a masculine room.

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Everything in there was big and, under closer inspection,
rather messy. Her geek was a slob, not a dirty slob, just a
messy one. He had clothes littering both armchairs and
his desk, as if he couldn’t decide what to wear. Princess
turned at the sound of him approaching the bed.

“You’re a slob,” she said.
“No I’m not. This is the only room in the house

that looks like this. I have a hard time picking out
clothes. Since no one’s ever been in here other than me, I
usually just leave it for the housekeeper who comes in to
clean once a week,” he responded, coming to stand in
front of her.

Man was his body cut. He was constantly worried

about people looking at her body; maybe she should be
worried about women looking at his. Geek or not, he was
one fine specimen of a man, and for now he was all hers.

Princess’ gaze traveled to the area between his

legs. No wonder it had hurt so much. He was huge. Even
flaccid he was big. He had above-average length, but boy
was he thick. Princess licked her lips. He looked simply
divine. Unable to help herself, she sat up on the bed,
took his manhood in her hand, took him into her mouth,
and sucked. Princess didn’t have much experience with
giving head. She’d only done it a few times with her ex
and didn’t much care for it. Somehow, she knew it would
be different with Brad. She wanted to taste him. His
moans spurred her on, and she felt his hands in her
short hair. He used his hand on her head to guide her
movements.

“Oh baby, that’s so good,” he groaned.

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Princess couldn’t say anything since she had a

mouth full of him. One minute she was enjoying the taste
of him, and the next he’d pulled out of her mouth, had
her pushed back against the bed, and was going down on
her. Oh wow. Dude was quick. That was the last coherent
thought she had as he brought her to multiple orgasms
with his mouth. He nipped, pulled and sucked her nub-
bin so good, she damn near tried to rip his hair out of his
head.

She got a brief break when he rose to put a con-

dom on. The next thing she knew he was riding her like a
thoroughbred. The bed shook and rocked so much that if
she didn’t know she was at his house, she’d have thought
they were on an Amtrak express train.

“Am I pleasing you, baby?” he asked.
“I know you don’t want me to stroke your ego

now, Professor?” she cried in disbelief.

“No…I…just…want…to…make sure I’m pleasuring

you. That’s all.”

“What! Are you kidding me? Any more pleasure

and they’ll probably lock me up for being too happy,” she
cried hoarsely.

“Good. I’m about to come, baby. Come with me,”

he commanded, using his hand to tilt her hips up and
slam into her one last time. They both shouted their
release.

They were both too tired to move. Brad eventually

pulled out of her, removed the condom, placing it on the
nightstand to be thrown out later, then turned them so
that he spooned her back.

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“Goodnight, Princess,” he whispered.

“It’s morning, Professor. It’s after midnight,” she

murmured.

Brad chuckled and pulled her more firmly into his

embrace.

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Chapter Eight

Over the next few days, Princess and Brad spent

all of their free time together. Brad had to go into Nick’s
office once or twice to go over plans for the migration.
He’d told her that for the next few weeks he’d be travel-
ing all over to Nick’s many businesses, doing the initial
setup then leaving most everything else to his people. He
trusted his techs and would only get involved if a prob-
lem arose.

Tonya had called, and she’d had lunch with her

once just to keep her from being suspicious. She and
Brad had agreed that they didn’t want their friends and
family to know about their relationship just yet, until
they figured out the long-distance thing. Plus they were
enjoying being alone together. They had fun. She’d found
out that Brad was a true geek. They had frequent discus-
sions about binaries, motherboards, hard drives, spy-
ware, and the like. Their most lively discussions were
about superheroes. He’d gotten real pissy when she’d
told him Storm could kick all of their asses. You’d have
thought she’d told him he wasn’t a mathematician or
something. Geez. She’d had to listen to three hours of all
the superheroes’ credentials after that.

On the day of her departure, he’d taken her to the

airport, where they’d stood there holding on to each oth-
er. Neither of them was ready to let go. They’d made
plans to call each other every night, and he had agreed to

come to Chicago to attend a banquet for charity with her.
Her sister Dani was involved and had gotten promises
out of her, Tonya, Sam and Trisha that they’d all be
there. The event would help fund a youth program for at-
risk inner-city kids. That would be a month from now.
Princess sure hoped she didn’t have to wait a whole
month before seeing him again. Only one week had
passed so far, and she already felt as if she were going
stir crazy. They talked to each other every night, but it
still wasn’t the same as seeing each other face-to-face.
Princess sighed. “Oh well, let’s get this day started.”

“That’s what I say too,” Trisha said, sauntering in-

to the office. Trisha was tall and light skinned, with
green eyes inherited from her great-grandmother and
waist-length twists in her hair. Trisha’s father was
biracial. The woman was gorgeous, but most of all she
was smart as a whip.

“Hey, girl, how was your trip?” Princess asked.
“It went well. Thank God it’s almost over. There’re

a few minor details left that the crew is handling. I’ll go
in next week, give the place a final inspection, and see if
our rock nut likes it, then we’ll be through with him.
Hopefully, forever,” Trisha said, taking a seat in front of
Princess’ desk.

“That’s good,” Princess said.
“Atlanta did you good, girlfriend. You are posit-

ively glowing,” Trisha said.

Princess blushed and dropped her head.
“Princess Montgomery! You’ve had sex,” Trisha

yelled.

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“Who’s had sex?” Sam said as she entered Prin-

cess’ office. “Welcome back, Trisha. Who’s had sex?” she
repeated.

“Shush! Will you two keep your voices down? And

Trisha, I never said I’d had sex,” she said in a stern voice.

“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your

face,” Trisha replied.

“Oh my God, that’s what’s different,” Sam cried.
“Yep. Our girl got some action in the ATL. Dish,

Princess,” Trisha commanded.

Realizing they weren’t going to let up, she told

them about her encounter with Brad, from the time they
first met until she left Atlanta. As expected, they laughed
so hard they were crying.

“Princess, only you would bring out the sexy in a

geek. I can’t wait to meet the professor,” Trisha said,
shaking her head. “I have a lot of catching up to do. You
ladies want to have lunch later?” Both Princess and Sam
agreed.

“Yes, I have to get the gowns ready for a showing

next week. That reminds me. You two need to let me
know what kind of gowns you’ll need for the charity ban-
quet,” Sam advised.

Princess and Trisha both told her to decide. Now

that Princess was alone in her office, she needed to make
a few phone calls. Tomorrow she’d be at the client’s
house taking measurements, doing rough drafts of the
place, and visiting showcases. She loved her business.

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Epilogue

Over the past weeks, Princess had been so busy,

she’d barely had time to breathe. Brad had surprised her
three weeks ago and come to spend the weekend with
her. They’d stayed in bed the entire weekend, only get-
ting up to shower and eat. He’d left her walking funny
and feeling fine.

Brad had called and said he’d meet her at the din-

ing hall that was hosting the banquet. He was running a
little behind. Princess had told Tonya and Dani about
Brad. Dani wanted to meet him, and Tonya was happy
for her. Princess was so excited. She couldn’t wait to see
him. She hoped her friends liked him. It would be awk-
ward if they didn’t, but she wasn’t giving him up even if
they hated him. She didn’t have anything to worry about,
though. As long as she was happy, she knew her girls
would be happy too. Dani, on the other hand, could be
downright miserable since her divorce.

Princess was now sitting at the table, waiting for

Brad to arrive. Nick and Tonya had arrived together, and
Tom had arrived shortly thereafter.

“Princess, I can’t wait to hear what your friend

has to say about the gown you’re wearing,” Tonya teased.

“Why? What’s wrong with my gown?” Princess

asked, looking down at the deep V-cut dress. The cut was
so deep it went down to her navel and didn’t allow for a
bra. The design was the same in the back. The only

difference was the two studded chains, one running
across her shoulders and the other across the middle of
her back.

“Why don’t we let the professor tell you—he’s

making his way over here now. Apparently he’s brought
reinforcement.” Tonya laughed. “Be good, Tonya,” Prin-
cess heard Nick say before she turned around to watch
her man swagger over to their table.

“Oh my damn, he cleans up good,” Princess mur-

mured, watching Brad approach her wearing a black tux,
white tuxedo shirt, and black bowtie. He looked sexy as
hell. The guy walking with Brad had to be his brother Si-
mon. They looked too much alike for him not to be. Si-
mon was drop-dead handsome, but Princess only had
eyes for her man.

Once they approached the table, she stood up to

greet him. He was all smiles until he got close to her.
Then his face creased with a frown. Was somebody giv-
ing him the stink eye? Princess scanned the table
quickly. Everyone seemed to be all smiles. So what was
wrong with Brad? That’s when it happened.

“Where the hell is the rest of your dress?” he

thundered. Everyone at the table burst out laughing.

Ignoring him, she reached around him to shake

the hand of the man standing next to him. “Hi, I’m Prin-
cess Montgomery.” She smiled.

“Hello, Princess, I’m Simon, Brad’s brother. Nice

to meet you. I must say you’re even more beautiful in
person than he described to me,” Simon said, stepping
around Brad to pull Princess into his strong embrace.

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“Why thank you, Simon. You can take Brad’s seat.

He can sit next to you,” Princess said firmly.

“Thanks for the offer, but I value my life, so I’ll

take a seat elsewhere.” He chuckled, then turned to Brad.
“I think you’d better talk fast, brother.”

“Why—what did I do now?” he asked.
Princess didn’t answer him; she just huffed and

sat down. Brad sat next to her. Everyone else at the table
was too busy laughing to even care that he’d pissed her
off. Princess felt his hand reach for hers underneath the
table and started to pull away but thought better of it.
She missed him, and she didn’t want to be mad at him.
She’d have to get used to him blurting out the first thing
on his mind. Turning slightly, she looked over at him. He
mouthed I’m sorry, and she smiled. She leaned over and
planted a kiss on his lips.

“Ahh,” was voiced simultaneously around the

table.

Dinner was served, and everyone was talking and

having fun. Princess noticed Brad frowning and
wondered what was wrong now. He looked impatient.

“Brad, is something wrong?” she whispered.
“Yes, very much so. What time is this thing over,

anyway?” he asked.

“It shouldn’t be too much longer. Why?”
“Because I want to go to your place and have sex,”

he blurted out.

Princess sputtered. Glasses and silverware hit the

table. Tom started laughing, as did everyone else at the
table. Her sister Dani was laughing so hard she had to

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excuse herself to go to the ladies’ room to repair her
makeup.

Dani stopped at her chair and whispered in her

ear. “He’s a keeper, sis. I’m looking forward to getting to
know you, Brad.”

“As I am you, Danica,” he responded, returning

her smile.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you blurted that out,”

she cried, putting her face in her hands.

“What? Did I say something wrong? And you nev-

er answered me. When can we leave?” he asked
sheepishly.

“When it’s over, sit back and behave.” Princess

turned to the others. “You guys are not helping by laugh-
ing so much.”

“I can’t help it if I miss you screaming my name,”

he whispered.

“Well, damn,” she heard Trisha say next to her.
“Brad, so help me, if you say one more word I’ll

clobber you,” Princess stormed.

“Why does that line feel like déjà vu? Oh yeah, you

said that when I was—”

“That’s it, Professor, let’s go,” Princess said, jump-

ing up out of her seat and quickly exiting the room.

“Well, it’s about time,” he murmured. Smiling,

Brad quickly bade the others goodbye and followed Prin-
cess out of the dining hall. He’d known exactly what he
was doing. He didn’t want to be there. He wanted to
spend time with her.

“I hope you drove, because I didn’t,” she huffed.

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“I did,” he said, handing the valet his number.
Princess didn’t say anything else to him all the

way to her house.

Once inside, she closed the door and went to light

into him. Brad didn’t give her the chance to say a word.
He had her pinned against the wall in a moment and
captured her lips in a mind-boggling kiss. Placing his
hand under her dress, he used one finger to move her
thong aside to insert his finger into her moist opening.
He’d unclipped the clasp at the back of the dress, letting
the top part fall to her sides. Releasing her mouth, he
made his way down her body to pull her breast into his
mouth. He alternated from one breast to the other,
squeezing, pulling, rolling her nipple between his fin-
gers, and sucking. God, he loved her breasts.

Princess had pushed his tuxedo jacket off his

shoulder and down to the floor, unbuckled his belt, un-
zipped his pants, and now her hand was inside his box-
ers, cupping his erection.

“See, baby, aren’t you glad we left early?” he

whispered.

“I’m not talking to you,” she moaned as Brad

worked his finger in and out of her.

“Yes you are. Hold on tight, baby,” he said, re-

moving his finger and moving away from her to get a
condom out of his pants pocket. Ripping it open, he
rolled it on his erection. Once the condom was in place,
he grasped one of her legs, wrapped it around his waist
and surged up into her.

“Oh shit! I missed you, Princess,” he groaned out.

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“I missed you too. I’m still going to kill you,

though,” she groaned. “You feel so good.”

Brad worked his hips like a skilled dancer, slam-

ming in and out of her. Each time he pushed into her,
her body slid up the wall then back down, creating the
perfect friction. “I’m about to come, baby,” he screamed,
as he planted a hard kiss on her lips.

He felt her sex tingle around him, gripping him

tight, and knew that she was ready to come as well. Brad
surged up into her once more, grinding his pelvic bone
against hers, and he could have pounded on his chest
like Tarzan at the ear-piercing scream she gave when she
came all over his manhood. He wasn’t long to follow. As
he emptied himself into the condom, Brad thought he’d
never stop coming. He shot streams of semen into the
condom. She’d milked him for everything he had.

Brad dropped Princess’s leg and bent at the knees,

lifted her up, stepped out of his pants, and walked her
over to the bed.

He stood up after placing Princess on the bed and

looked down at her. “I hope you don’t have any plans. I
plan on making love to you all weekend,” he said.

Princess smiled at him. “Oh, we’re making love

now. Not having sex?” she questioned.

“That’s right. So get used to it, because I’m here to

stay.” He smiled back at her.

“For how long?” she asked.
“Forever, Princess. Think you can handle that?”

he asked.

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