Free NiceGirlsDo by Marilyn Lee Page A

you.”
    She laughed. “I'd like that.”
    “So would I. So then we'll have dinner, slow dance, talk, and then have sex.”
    “Yes.”
    “We'll have lots of sex.”
    “Yes, please. Lots of it.”

Chapter Five
     
    Darbi hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and pumped both fists in the air. “Yes!” She opened her eyes. And now that she'd run him down and they were going to be lovers, it was time to tell Sharde. She sighed, hoping Sharde was completely over him.
    She left her office and slowly walked down the hall separating her office from Sharde's. She'd briefly occupied the office when Sharde had left Calder Technologies for several months. When Sharde and Jefferson had reconciled, Darbi had gladly returned to her former job, which included the traveling she enjoyed.
    She tapped on the door.
    “Come in.”
    She took a deep breath and entered.
    Sharde looked up from her monitor and smiled. “Hey.”
    “Hey. Got a few minutes?”
    “Sure.” She gestured towards the two chairs in front of her desk. “Take a load off.”
    “Thanks.” Darbi sank into one of the chairs. “We need to talk.”
    “Sure. What about?”
    “Clayton.”
    Sharde sat back against her chair. “Clay? What about him? I take it you met him at the job fair?”
    “I ... I did more than meet him, Sharde.”
    “You ... oh. Really? Do you mind if I ask when?”
    “About a week ago. The night before the job fair. There was a mix up in the rooms and somehow we both ended up in the same room.”
    Sharde nodded. “And?”
    “Well ... he was in the bathroom, sleeping in the tub when I arrived. I didn't know he was there and I was feeling a little ... tense and sorry I hadn’t maybe had Sarro do a lap dance for me. I had my toys with me so I ... I was lying on the bed with my battery-operated boyfriend when he came out of the bathroom, naked and aroused and ... one thing led to another and ... we ended up in bed.”
    Sharde glanced down at her desk before meeting her gaze again. “I am so tempted to ask you how he is in bed, but I won't.”
    “He made my toes curl.”
    “Really? He sounds as if he's almost in Jeff's league.”
    Darbi arched a brow. She doubted Jefferson or any other man could touch Clay in bed. “He's ... he has nothing to be ashamed of.”
    “So he's a good lover. Why are you looking so worried?”
    “He's our biggest rival.”
    Sharde dismissed her concern with a wave of her hand. “So?”
    “So do you think I need to tell Jefferson?”
    “No. Why would you need to tell him?”
    “Because I just got off the phone with Clayton and it's not going to be a one-time thing.”
    “You two are dating?”
    She nodded. “Does it bother you?”
    Sharde’s gaze widened. “No! Why should it? That's what I wanted ... the two of you to get together.” She smiled. “I told him you two would be great together. I knew you'd knock his socks off and I knew once you met him, you'd want to date him even if he's not black.”
    She shook her head. “Before you get too happy for us, I think you should know that we're not really dating.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “He's great in bed, but I still plan to marry a brother.”
    Sharde blinked. “Oh, you do?”
    “Yes. We've ... he and I have decided to be adult about our mutual attraction. We're going to be friends with benefits.”
    “For how long?”
    “Until either one of us finds someone we want to get serious with.”
    “You think that's going to work?”
    “Yes. We've discussed it and neither one of us wants a serious relationship with each other. We've agreed to have a purely sexual relationship that doesn't lead to or require a commitment.”
    “But I thought you were going to do the second virginity thing until you met a man you wanted to marry?”
    Darbi grimaced. “That waiting until an engagement before having sex again thingy flew out the window when he stepped out of the bathroom so ... gloriously aroused. Sharde, the man is ... hot ... he's packing a whopper and he