Mocha Memoirs Press Presents Beauty & the Geek: Princess & The Professor

Serenity King

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright 2010 Serenity King ISBN: 978-1-257-37394-9 Editor: Stephanie Parent Cover Artist: Nancy Grayson Donahue Proofreader: Novellette Whyte Published by Mocha Memoirs Press, LLC All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Due to copyright laws you cannot trade, sell or give any e-books away.

Dedication All of my readers and fans

Acknowledgements My family, my readers, and all of the ladies in my Yahoo Group. You Ladies, Rock!

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Chapter One
Yes! Princess Montgomery was a happy woman. Shed just purchased a Marc Jacobs handbag, an authentic Louis Vuitton bag, and had put her order in for a Minaudire 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 shed lost sight of her a half hour later. Oh wellTonya would call her cell if she needed her. As if on cue, Princesss 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? Im over in the LV section, Tonya. Where are you? Princess yelled into the receiver while simultaneously looking out into the crowd, trying to locate Tonya. Liz and I are over by the hobo bags. Were on our way back to the office. Do you want to meet up for dinner? her sister yelled back. Sure. Im going to grab some lunch and head back to the hotel. Princess practically screamed into the receiver, attempting to be heard over the noise.

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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. Shed come to Atlanta to spend time with her sister along with attending the show, but so far shed mostly been on her own. She had two days left here in Atlanta, and already she was thinking about leaving early. Shed come back at a later time when her sister wasnt so busy. If Tonya wasnt 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 Tonyas number. Tonya was used to getting her way. Shed 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, shed 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 Nicholas gave her sister had Princess booking herself into a hotel the first night hed stopped by Tonyas place. Evidently Tonya had been avoiding the Italian, and hed 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 Tonyas face had been priceless and had Princess and Tonyas friend Liz cracking up.

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Princess had been surprised when shed met her sisters new friend. Not Tonyas usual type. But he was perfect for her. Tall, handsome, filthy rich, and he didnt 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 shed 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 didnt want to wait for her while she made her business 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 order to see. Hmm, looks as if something big is going on at the hotel across the street. Wonder what thats about? she mumbled to herself. Princess noticed a little diner-like luncheonette across the street that didnt have too many people standing in front of it. Good, because she was starving and didnt 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 walkedparticularly the one from a patron sitting in the same place she was headed.

Chapter Two
Bradley Thornton, Brad to his friends, couldnt believe his luck. Hed been attending the annual NASA conference, which was just ending. The astrobiology lecture had been really interesting, and hed 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 associate 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 government job of three years, which involved traveling all over the world installing new software and operation systems, and participating in training and development. Hed 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 intelligent, but as far as running a business went he didnt 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

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his friend just wanted to make sure no one took advantage of him. Considered a geek by everyone who knew him, Brad didnt 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. Hed learned that in high school and in college. At first his partners superficiality had hurt, but after a while hed stopped caring. They got what they wanted, and he got what he wantedsexual release. Brad squinted through his glasses, straining his head farther toward the window to get a closer look at the woman whod caught his interest. She lost her footing, and Brad nearly jumped out of his seat when she did, thinking that shed fall to the ground. She quickly recovered, not falling at all. Brad hadnt 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. Didnt 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. Brads frown deepened. And why wasnt she wearing pantyhose? Granted her legs were long, shapely and beautiful from the view he had of them, but shouldnt 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 werent wearing pantyhose. It had never bothered him before, so how come it did now? As she got closer, Brads frown lines deepened. She looked familiar. Like hed seen her before? He couldnt have, though. He would have definitely remembered 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. Whwhat? he stammered. I asked if you were okay, Nick said again with a smile. Brad cleared his throat. He didnt appreciate his friends 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 wellmaybe 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 youre okay? Nick asked. He sure does, Nick. No doubt its some mathematical equation or computer program that we mere lowly people wouldnt understand. Right, Bradley? Thomas Reid chimed in. Brad winced. He hated when Tom called him that. Brad hadnt 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 otherwise engaged, Professor? Tom chuckled. When he realized hed been caught, Brads face reddened. He did the first thing he could think of to keep the two men from teasing him: he changed the subject. I didnt know you would be here too, Tom. When did you get into town? Last night. Ill only be here for a day or two, depending on how long it takes for me to close this real-estate deal. Then Im off to Chicago. Brad nodded. Tom was a very successful real-estate 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 Fortune 500 businesses. Brad was nowhere near as wealthy as the other two, but he held his own, and with Nicks constant badgering and help Brads portfolio was growing by leaps and bounds. Not to sound like a snob or anything, but is there any reason why were eating in this place? Tom asked. Its 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. Theyd all had stories of how little they ate growing up because of lack of money, so when they started making money they always dined at the finest places.

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It was Brads 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. Hed always stayed in the finest hotels when he worked for the government, sometimes paying for them himself. He didnt know Nicks reasoning for wanting to meet here, but he was glad hed chosen the place. Otherwise he would never have seen the beautiful woman. She appeared to be a woman whod 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 pimplesin a good way. It figured shed know Nick, or even Tom for that matter. They were both very good-looking men, and as far back as he could remember, theyd 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 hed watched out of the window. Brads 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 Nicks head and tried his best to tune out the conversation.

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Uh, Brad? You still with us, buddy? Brad heard Nick calling his name. Shaking himself, Brad looked at his friend. Im sorry, Nick, were you saying something? Yes, I was trying to introduce you to Tonyas sister, Princess. Princess Montgomery, Id like you to meet Professor Bradley Thornton, he heard Nick saying. He also noticed the smirk on Nicks face as he spoke. Oh brotherhis friends knew him all too well. They knew he was trying not to look at the woman. Turning his head slightly to the side, Brad slowly looked up into the most beautiful face hed ever noticed before. He was dumbstruck. She might not have been picture-perfect beautiful, like the faces he often saw on magazine covers, but to him she was the most beautiful woman hed ever seen. Her caramel-colored skin gleamed with one of the biggest and brightest smiles hed ever observed, 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 cheekbonesand they also held something very rare: dimples. Brad knew he was staring but couldnt 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.

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Brad still didnt say anything. He couldnt. 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 wasnt sure which one it was, and right now, he didnt 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 didnt know what to do or say next, so he said the first thing that came to mind. Arent you cold? he asked. Excuse me? As hot as it is outside, why would you ask me if Im cold? Princess asked with a frown. Its justyour skirtisso short, he said in a rush. Oh hell! Nick murmured. Brad glanced over at him and saw he was shrinking 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. Whys she looking at me like shes angry? Whatd 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. Its the perfect length. Any longer and it will be down to my ankles, was her tight-lipped reply. Im sorryI didnt mean to offend you, its just that my moms 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 attributes, Tom said around his laughter. Unhh, Nick groaned. Please dont let him say anything else. Let him. Havent seen our boy this flustered sinceactually, Ive never seen him this discombobulated over a womanInteresting, Tom whispered. You would find this amusing. Remember, her sister is my lady love, Nick whispered back. Yeah, and if shes anything like you say her sister is, this should be very interesting, so be quiet and enjoy the show, Tom said, tickled. Youyour mother, Princess stammered. So youre saying I should be wearing a skirt your mother would wear? Am I hearing you correctly? Princess straightened to her full height. Nono. I just meant thatuhnever mind, Brad mumbled. He couldnt 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 wasnt 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 expression was one of shock as she stared back at him. Well, damn, our boy isnt a lost cause after all, he heard Tom say. Shit, I guess not, this came from Nick. Now that youve had an eyeful, Ill just go But I didnt, he said, interrupting her flow of words. You didnt what? she asked, lifting a perfectly arched brow. Technically, I didnt get an eyeful. An eyeful would be seeing them naked. You have them covered. From what I could see of them, I know theyre 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 didnt like that. He hadnt 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 nakedperiod.

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Uhhmm.uh, Nick, Im sure Ill see you before I head back to Chicago. Ill 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 dont know what happened? Tom asked. Brad gave them both a blank stare. Then they went on to explain the folly of his ways.

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 audacity to make reference to her breasts in a very intimate way. When shed first noticed the three of them sitting in the eatery, shed 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 youd have thought he was choking. Hmmshe could have pointed that out when hed commented on her skirt, her attributes---oh yeah, that little one wasnt lost on her eitherand 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 inspection too. Just went to show shed 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.

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Princess had noticed that Nicks other friend Tom, was fine too. He was a tall broad-shouldered AfricanAmerican with short-cropped curly hair and gray eyes. Princess sighed. Why wasnt 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 coowners of the building that housed all three of their offices. Sam designed clothes, and Princess and Trisha designed and decorated houses. They all looked out for one another. Princess took a seat at the desk and used the hotels telephone to call Sam. She knew Trisha was away designing the interior of some rock stars home. Sam was handling anything urgent. Princess placed her call and waited for Sam to pick up. Hello, Sam? Hi, Princess, whats up? Nothing, I was just checking in. Is there anything urgent that needs my attention? Princess asked. No, there isnt. 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. Ive rescheduled her for next week.

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I checked your calendar, and other than something six months from now, youre pretty much free. Okay. Thats 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 doesnt finish this mans house soon, well 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. Shes threatening to brain him with one of the kitchen fixtures. Good Lord, whatd he do? Uh, he wanted to know if shed like some cream in her coffee, if you know what I meanand thats the tamer version. Hes pretty wild. I think Trish is so busy keeping him in line that shes 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, its written in the contractbut either way, no amount of money is worth putting herself in harms way for. Well just sue his ass for sexual harassment. Shes all right, momma bear. His security guard set him straight. Hes now being a good boy. Okay. Thats 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 shed purchased and that shed probably be heading home in a day or two. She also told her about Tonyas new man. Princess didnt mention the little incident at the luncheonette with Professor Thornton. Some things were just not shareable material. *** Brad sat in the little luncheonette, barely paying attention to what his friends were saying. Theyd just finished their meal and were going over plans for Nicks computer migration. Brads answers to Nicks questions were automated, as he knew the information like the back of his hand; his mind was still on Princess. Even though shed left in a huff, he knew hed had some effect on her. He might be what some consider a geek, but he wasnt totally clueless, hed seen her nipples harden under his watchful eye. Oh man, what he wouldnt do for a chance to explore her body fully. Brad had been instantly attracted to her. He knew he didnt stand a chance with her, but he wanted to give it a try anyway. Wait a minute, didnt she say she was going back to Chicago? Dammit, she didnt live in Atlanta. How was he supposed to get to know her better if she lived in another state? Hed find a waystarting 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 hed grown a third eye. Princess, Tonyas sister, he replied. Oh. No, shes 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 dont want to embarrass you or anything, youknow, my being a geek in all. Cut the shit, Bradley. Weve 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 dont want to see you get hurt. Brad was touched by Nicks concern. Hed just been messing with Nick. Brad knew his friends never thought of him as an embarrassment. In fact, they often defended him. Theyd been doing it since high school. What they didnt 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. Dont 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 Im not ashamed. In fact, I have more than one case, if you must knowa guy can never be too careful. Trust me, there arent any little Reids 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 Im enjoying every minute of it. Tom smirked. Condoms break, you know. Youd better be careful, Thomas, Brad scolded with a shake of his head. Hed called him Thomas on purpose to let him know he was serious. Shut up, Professor. What youre trying to do, jinx me or something? Tom said. No, Im not trying to jinx you. Its justthats 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. Ill take your word for it, Professor. I have to get going. Ill talk to you guys soon, Tom said, pushing his chair back and standing up. You two sitI got this one. I have to get back as well, Nick said. Brad, Ill 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. Thatll 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 necessarythats 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 didnt 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. Hmmmaybe hed 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 didnt want to share her with anyone yet. Luckily, he knew the owner of the Montage very well. He would be able to get Princess room number easily. He wouldnt 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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After obtaining Princess room number, Brad took the elevator up to the second floor of the hotel. He hesitated a moment before knocking at the door. Suddenly he didnt feel as confident as he had when hed left the restaurant. The fear of rejection weighed heavy on his chest. She was gorgeous, and on top of that she was AfricanAmerican, Why would she want anything to do with him? Maybe she wasnt 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 speechlessAgain. There she was standing in her doorway with even less clothes on than shed worn earlier. She was wearing a bathing suitwell, 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 didnt hide what was underneath 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 couldnt allow her to go out like that, showing all of her assets to anyone with eyesAnd what beautiful assets she had. Her

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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 lustfogged brain. I meanI need to speak with you. Imeancan 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 hed been holding and walked in ahead of her. He didnt 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 hadnt noticed shed 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 didnt notice his growing hard-on. Im still waiting for you to tell me why youre 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 havent 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 Ive said something wrong? Its just that you didnt 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. Whats 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 Im 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 didnt mean that the way it sounded. Its just youre kind of distracting me. I didnt mean to offend you. Youre beautiful. You have the strangest effect on me. I just wanted to have dinner with you. You think Im beautiful? she asked. Very, he responded.

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You said that you wanted to have dinner with medoes that mean you dont 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 dinner 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. Shed said yes. Shed actually said yes. Yes! He had a date. Uh, Professor, are you okay? she asked as a frown knitted her brow. Whwhat? I asked if you were okay. Youre kind of just staring 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. Ill be ready. Where exactly are we going? she wanted to know. My place, if thats 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. Im trustworthy. I promise. You can even ask Nick, he said in a rush. He could have suggested taking her to a restaurant, but he wouldnt 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 thats all, Ill see you this evening. Brad knew she wanted him to leave. He couldnt think of a single reason why he should stay, other than the fact that he wanted to throw her down on the kingsize 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 hed 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. Its just that guys are going to be looking at your stuff, and I dont want that. I dont want them touching you or looking at you, he rushed on. Guys are going to be looking at my stuff. Professor, Im going swimming. Im sure there will be plenty other women around the pool and I wont have to fight

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off anyone. Trust me, I dont 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 erection 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 hed never known he possessed. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he placed his forehead against her and pleaded with her. Please dont tease, Princess. Im so wound up Im about to burst. All it would take is a yes from you and Id be buried so deep within you itd look like someone glued us together. There are only two things stopping me. One: I dont 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 Ive 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 youre

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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. Yeyes, itsfine, she moaned. Thank you. Ill 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. Princess made her way to the bathroom to change her drenched bikini bottoms. Her body was still humming from Brads ministrations.

Chapter Six
Princess didnt know what to wear to Brads house. It was so hot that she opted for a white halter dress and strapless white sandals. Shed called Tonya to tell her she couldnt make it for dinner. She didnt tell her she had a dinner date. Instead, she said shed decided to stay in and order room service. Princess had a feeling Tonya would be busy anywayshe hadnt put up much of a fight when shed cancelled. 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. Hopefully after tonight shed have her own stud muffin. Her professor was so HOT. Purely delicious. Princess frowned when she thought back on her and Brads conversation earlier. Hed said hed been hurt before. Shed heard the pain in his voice as he said it. She didnt 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, theyd be all right. The first thing Brad said when shed opened her hotel room door was, You cant 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

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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, Princess 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 wasnt that far away. Brad owned a beautiful two-story home with indoor 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 helpthat was greatsince she couldnt 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 hadnt realized hed stepped into the room. She was sitting in his den, supposedly watching a movie. Truthfully, she had no idea what the movie was about. Shed 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 Tshirt 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, theyre 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. Its a small company, but she loves it. I just hate that we live in the same state and rarely see one another. Dani went through a bad divorce a few years ago. Ever since then shes been working herself to death, as if shes trying to prove something to the world. Her ex is a doctor and she never said what happened, but I have a feeling it wasnt good. Shes different now...more cautious and not as trusting. Shes 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. Im 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, were not exactly sure. My dad was Native American. All we know is that our parents loved one another very much, and thats 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 conversation away from herself for a while. I have a brother, Simon, hes older by six years. Honestly, I have no idea what it is that Simon doesbut 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 were not close at all. Theyre both highly intelligent snobs. They came from money but were too absorbed in themselves to share it with their children. Simon and I both got to college on scholarships; Simon for football, and me with academics and a few others. Simon wont have anything to do with our parents and I dont blame him. They gave him a hard time growing up, Brad murmured. And you wanted my skirt to be long like your mothers. 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 werent a professor anymore? Come on, lets go set the table. We can finish this conversation in the dining room. They walked hand-in-hand to the kitchen. Princess 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. Ones broccoli casserole, and the other is roasted chicken. Were having this along with rice with peas and shredded carrots. I cant wait to dig in. Lets 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 kitchen 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. Ill 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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Im thirty-three and just recently started my own computer business. Ive worked with the government and as a professor. Now Im working on installing a system for Nicks companies. Ive hired a few techs which will give me enough time to make some headway on a computer game Im creating. Youre making a video game? Its 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 electronics. Your home is an electronics junkies dream come true. Its simple yet amazing with all of these gadgets. Your big-screen television is to die for. I love your home. Brads smile brightened. Thank you for saying that. I appreciate it. Its 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. Lets 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. Hed 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 advantage of you, he joked. Oh, what a shame, she sassed. Be good, he said. Wouldnt 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.

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 Brads 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 sleepfilled voice. Its a little after midnight. Omigod! You let me sleep that long? she screeched. Yes. Evidently you needed it. Besides, I like having 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 didnt say anything; she just sighed and lay back against him. Princess? Yes? I want to have sex now.

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Princess chest rumbled with laughter. Oh really now? she questioned. Just like that, youve 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 whats on your mind? I try to. Princess, youre the first woman Ive ever been this direct with. I believe its because Im very attracted to you. I might say the wrong things sometimes, but I mean well. Maybe you can teach me, he murmured. Princess sighed. Brad, Im only here for the next few days and then Im leaving for home. I live in Chicago and you in Atlanta. Hows that supposed to work? I dont know, but I do know I want to try. For now we have the next few days to be together; lets 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 itll be over before we get started, he whimpered. We cant 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 cant wait. Well move to the bed later. Meaning were 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, Professor, Princess murmured, her hands going under his Tshirt and pulling it over his head. She went for the button on his jeans only to have him smack her hand away. Ill do it. If you touch me there now, I wont 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, werent 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. Youre 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. Finding 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. Im sorry. Did I hurt you? he asked, his voice restrained. Hell to the yes. You cant be jamming all of that in me all at once. Shit! she cried, trying to adjust to his girth. Im sorry. Do you want me to pull out? If you do Ill kill you with my bare hands, she said. Just give me a few seconds. Ill 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. Thats 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 increased to a maddening speed. Princess body was on fire. She hadnt thought the professor had it in him. He was giving her body a real workout. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, shaking like a bowl of Jell-O, and she found herself mumbling incoherently. Are you okay? she heard him ask. Im better than okay. Im great. Just keep doing what youre doing and Ill be even better, she croaked out. Oh shit! Im about to come. Go ahead. Im 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. Ill be right backI need to dispose of the condom, he said and was off to the adjoining 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 couldnt decide what to wear. Princess turned at the sound of him approaching the bed. Youre a slob, she said. No Im not. This is the only room in the house that looks like this. I have a hard time picking out clothes. Since no ones 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 didnt have much experience with giving head. Shed only done it a few times with her ex and didnt 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, thats so good, he groaned.

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Princess couldnt say anything since she had a mouth full of him. One minute she was enjoying the taste of him, and the next hed 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 nubbin 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 condom on. The next thing she knew he was riding her like a thoroughbred. The bed shook and rocked so much that if she didnt know she was at his house, shed have thought they were on an Amtrak express train. Am I pleasing you, baby? he asked. I know you dont want me to stroke your ego now, Professor? she cried in disbelief. NoIjustwanttomake sure Im pleasuring you. Thats all. What! Are you kidding me? Any more pleasure and theyll probably lock me up for being too happy, she cried hoarsely. Good. Im 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. Its morning, Professor. Its after midnight, she murmured. Brad chuckled and pulled her more firmly into his embrace.

Chapter Eight
Over the next few days, Princess and Brad spent all of their free time together. Brad had to go into Nicks office once or twice to go over plans for the migration. Hed told her that for the next few weeks hed be traveling all over to Nicks 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 problem arose. Tonya had called, and shed had lunch with her once just to keep her from being suspicious. She and Brad had agreed that they didnt 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. Shed found out that Brad was a true geek. They had frequent discussions about binaries, motherboards, hard drives, spyware, and the like. Their most lively discussions were about superheroes. Hed gotten real pissy when shed told him Storm could kick all of their asses. Youd have thought shed told him he wasnt a mathematician or something. Geez. Shed had to listen to three hours of all the superheroes credentials after that. On the day of her departure, hed taken her to the airport, where theyd stood there holding on to each other. Neither of them was ready to let go. Theyd made plans to call each other every night, and he had agreed to

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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 theyd all be there. The event would help fund a youth program for atrisk inner-city kids. That would be a month from now. Princess sure hoped she didnt 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 wasnt the same as seeing each other face-to-face. Princess sighed. Oh well, lets get this day started. Thats what I say too, Trisha said, sauntering into the office. Trisha was tall and light skinned, with green eyes inherited from her great-grandmother and waist-length twists in her hair. Trishas 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 its almost over. Therere a few minor details left that the crew is handling. Ill go in next week, give the place a final inspection, and see if our rock nut likes it, then well be through with him. Hopefully, forever, Trisha said, taking a seat in front of Princess desk. Thats good, Princess said. Atlanta did you good, girlfriend. You are positively glowing, Trisha said. Princess blushed and dropped her head. Princess Montgomery! Youve had sex, Trisha yelled.

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Whos had sex? Sam said as she entered Princess office. Welcome back, Trisha. Whos had sex? she repeated. Shush! Will you two keep your voices down? And Trisha, I never said Id had sex, she said in a stern voice. You didnt have to. Its written all over your face, Trisha replied. Oh my God, thats whats different, Sam cried. Yep. Our girl got some action in the ATL. Dish, Princess, Trisha commanded. Realizing they werent 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 cant 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 youll need for the charity banquet, 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 shed be at the clients house taking measurements, doing rough drafts of the place, and visiting showcases. She loved her business.

Epilogue
Over the past weeks, Princess had been so busy, shed barely had time to breathe. Brad had surprised her three weeks ago and come to spend the weekend with her. Theyd stayed in bed the entire weekend, only getting up to shower and eat. Hed left her walking funny and feeling fine. Brad had called and said hed meet her at the dining 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 couldnt wait to see him. She hoped her friends liked him. It would be awkward if they didnt, but she wasnt giving him up even if they hated him. She didnt 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 cant wait to hear what your friend has to say about the gown youre wearing, Tonya teased. Why? Whats 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 didnt allow for a bra. The design was the same in the back. The only

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difference was the two studded chains, one running across her shoulders and the other across the middle of her back. Why dont we let the professor tell youhes making his way over here now. Apparently hes brought reinforcement. Tonya laughed. Be good, Tonya, Princess heard Nick say before she turned around to watch her man swagger over to their table. Oh my damn, he cleans up good, Princess murmured, 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 Simon. They looked too much alike for him not to be. Simon 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 giving him the stink eye? Princess scanned the table quickly. Everyone seemed to be all smiles. So what was wrong with Brad? Thats 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, Im Princess Montgomery. She smiled. Hello, Princess, Im Simon, Brads brother. Nice to meet you. I must say youre 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 Brads seat. He can sit next to you, Princess said firmly. Thanks for the offer, but I value my life, so Ill take a seat elsewhere. He chuckled, then turned to Brad. I think youd better talk fast, brother. Whywhat did I do now? he asked. Princess didnt 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 hed 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 didnt want to be mad at him. Shed have to get used to him blurting out the first thing on his mind. Turning slightly, she looked over at him. He mouthed Im 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 shouldnt 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. Hes a keeper, sis. Im looking forward to getting to know you, Brad. As I am you, Danica, he responded, returning her smile. Oh my God, I cant believe you blurted that out, she cried, putting her face in her hands. What? Did I say something wrong? And you never answered me. When can we leave? he asked sheepishly. When its over, sit back and behave. Princess turned to the others. You guys are not helping by laughing so much. I cant 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 Ill clobber you, Princess stormed. Why does that line feel like dj vu? Oh yeah, you said that when I was Thats it, Professor, lets go, Princess said, jumping up out of her seat and quickly exiting the room. Well, its about time, he murmured. Smiling, Brad quickly bade the others goodbye and followed Princess out of the dining hall. Hed known exactly what he was doing. He didnt want to be there. He wanted to spend time with her. I hope you drove, because I didnt, she huffed.

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I did, he said, handing the valet his number. Princess didnt say anything else to him all the way to her house. Once inside, she closed the door and went to light into him. Brad didnt 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. Hed 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 fingers, and sucking. God, he loved her breasts. Princess had pushed his tuxedo jacket off his shoulder and down to the floor, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and now her hand was inside his boxers, cupping his erection. See, baby, arent you glad we left early? he whispered. Im 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, removing 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. Im still going to kill you, though, she groaned. You feel so good. Brad worked his hips like a skilled dancer, slamming in and out of her. Each time he pushed into her, her body slid up the wall then back down, creating the perfect friction. Im 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 wasnt long to follow. As he emptied himself into the condom, Brad thought hed never stop coming. He shot streams of semen into the condom. Shed milked him for everything he had. Brad dropped Princesss 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 dont have any plans. I plan on making love to you all weekend, he said. Princess smiled at him. Oh, were making love now. Not having sex? she questioned. Thats right. So get used to it, because Im 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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Hmm, Princess and the ProfessorI like that, she said. So do I, Princess, so do I, he said as he took the condom off, dropped it in the wastebasket and got into bed beside her. Oh hell! I left Simon, Brad exclaimed. They both looked at each other and burst out laughing. The End

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