Tantalizing in Stilettos by Nana Malone

Author:Nana Malone [Malone, Nana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sankofa Girl
Published: 2016-07-08T18:00:00+00:00

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Jaggar with her hands on him. Jaggar, kissing him. His hands in her hair as he whispered, "You smell so fucking good."

Griffin tossed and turned, trying desperately to hold onto the dream. The dream he hadn't been able to shake since they'd kissed the other night. He'd been having the dream even when awake. Last night it had been worse. Much worse. With her smelling so good and looking like sin on a stick and her body pressed to his as they danced. Damn. He tossed again.

A distant knocking broke him out of his sleep spell and he blinked a bleary eye open, body flushed, eyes tired. Body ... hard. Damn it. He’d kept a low profile yesterday taking care of the normal household chores just so today he could sleep in, work a little, but mostly laze about trying to figure out what made the Randall story stink so bad. Jaggar was right. Something was off.

But now some idiot was banging something. Probably his upstairs neighbor having sex with the chick of the night, before kicking out the poor girl this morning.

Griffin has seen way too many walks of shame to harbor any delusions as to what that distant knocking was. Headboard, meet wall. Although this time, the sounds of knocking were not punctuated with, "Oh yes ... baby ... yes ... right there."

Not that he was jealous or anything. He flopped again and tried to drag his pillow over his head when his phone buzzed. Fuck.

Didn't the rest of the world know he was trying to sleep? When he picked up his phone, he scowled at the time. That was funny. The time said six, which was ridiculous because nobody would dare wake him up that early... Had he somehow slept through the whole day? No, that thing said 6:00 a.m.

The little message icon said Jaggar and he scowled. What did she want? And why was she testing him? He ignored it and turned back over. It was bad enough she invaded his dreams, Griffin didn’t need her invading his sleep time … unless she wanted to talk dirty.

Then the damn phone started to ring. Fuck. He snatched it up and burrowed under the covers. "Go away. This is not work time. This is my sleep time. What do you want?"

"I want you to open the door. We need to talk."

Griffin frowned. "The door?"

"Yeah, that’s me who's been knocking."

"I hate you," he grumbled.

Her throaty laugh was low and made his skin pulse. Shit. This was the last thing he needed. The faster he answered the door, the quicker she would go away … or fuck him. Either worked.

Throwing away the covers, he snatched a breath strip from the tiny container he kept by his bed. It was the only concession that he bothered with. She was at his door. She could deal with his shirtless form.

His feet slapped against the cool wood floors as he padded downstairs. When he swung his door open, he mumbled, "What?"

"Hey. Sorry about the early morning call, I just—"

She stopped and stared.

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