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and playfully popped Valencia on her thigh.
     “Ooooh, yeah. Your shit is so damn sexy.” She came up to lie upon
     her, kissing her neck and then coming mouth to mouth. They kissed each other
     squarely.
    Valencia backed away.
“Gracias.”
    “You’re welcome.” Miki climbed off and lay next to her.
    Valencia caught a glimpse of the digital clock. “Dammit. I have to go,
     otherwise Greg is gonna have a damn fit.” Valencia looked reluctant. Her
     BlackBerry rang from inside her purse, which was on the chair next to
     Miki’s sleigh bed. She ignored it and swung her feet off the bed.
     “Speaking of the devil.”
    Ten seconds later, Miki’s iPhone rang. She reached over to the pine
     nightstand to read the display. “It’s Tariq.” She didn’t
     answer.
    Valencia took in a long breath and forced herself to stand, preparing to
     leave. A beep tone sounded on her phone, signaling a text message.
    At the same time Miki’s phone beeped to signal a voice
     message
.
    Both from the same number.

7

“Turn Me On”
    Teela
    T he following day, even though
     Teela’s thick but muscular frame was far from the stereotypical weight
     trainer’s body, as usual she managed to squeeze her five-foot-two,
     one-hundred-fifty-pound self into tight black leggings and a gold and black
     form-fitting top.
    Part of her job was to greet prospective members of the brand-new Olympic Gym
     and Spa in West Los Angeles. The gym was so swanky they had valet parking. The
     rest of her responsibilities included handling prospective member tours and
     supervising the early-shift employees, as well as serving as personal trainer to
     certain clients who could afford the star-treatment level of individual
     attention.
    Her 11 a.m. appointment, the local wife of a rich businessman, was listed on
     the day’s log as Falon Fox. Teela scrolled through the log, then exited
     her shared management office and headed toward the front counter to make sure
     she was waiting for her VIP client the moment she walked through the door.
    The health-club lobby was contemporary, with chocolate leather sofas,
     accented by beet red throw pillows, and oil paintings. The random knickknacks
     along the oval glass tables had an African theme. A large crested
OGS
was carved into the enormous, snow-white tray ceiling above. And a magnificent,
     hand-cut crystal chandelier was perched overhead.
    “How are you?” asked a tall black man with a finely trimmed beard
     and a buzz cut. He’d just walked in and scanned his membership card
     through the magnetic stripe reader.
    Teela nodded, looking up at him. “I’m good. Welcome to the
     Olympic.”
    “Thanks. It’s good to be here this morning. Wouldn’t have
     wanted to have missed out on seeing you standing there looking all good, like
     you’re God’s gift to mankind.” His eyes spoke to her body.
    Teela blinked and blushed from the sheer force of her body wanting to speak
     back. “That’s nice of you. You have a good workout now.” She
     wasn’t trying to be obvious by biting his flirtatious vibe too hard, even
     though she did take a second to check out his well-defined ass as he turned to
     walk away, admiring the fruits of his obvious long-term weightlifting labor. He
     turned back and caught the not-so-sly ending to her molesting glance. She tried
     to be slick and rubbed the back of her neck, focusing on her coworker who was on
     the other side of the counter. Anything but lick his ass with her eyes.
    “So, Jennifer, did you work yesterday?”
    “I did.” The young lady’s face said she didn’t miss a
     second of the booty fantasizing taking place before her.
    “I heard it was quiet. Usual hump-day crowd, huh?” Teela asked,
     fingering through a stack of papers, straightening things along the granite
     countertop.
    “Yeah, you could say that,” her coworker chuckled.
    Teela turned back toward the door and saw a brown-skinned, slender woman with
     wide hips approaching, carrying a