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it again.” She wagged her finger.
    “Don’t take Skip too seriously.”

    Chelsea sipped lemonade and tried not to wince as Dee styled her hair for the
    evening. “Not too tight.”

    “Okay. I know how you hate political functions, so I was just trying to give you a permanent smile.”

    “Yeah, right.” Chelsea’s thoughts went back to Friday night. “You know, for the
    first time in my life, I’m having a man-dilemma. When Isaac and I are together, I never want to him to leave.” She confided his admission of love to Dee. “It was at the height of passion, so I won’t take it to heart. I remember what he said when we started dating, and I’m afraid to let him know how I feel. I was also a little baffled by the ease with which Quincy Beckham was able to get my juices flowing.”

    “I only said hello to the man, but he does remind me of that statue of David we
    saw in Italy. Of course, Isaac isn’t exactly a slouch. I’m no expert on this stuff, but I say go for it with Isaac, and if he retreats, you’ve still got Quincy.”

    “I’ve never been this unsure of my feeling. I don’t even know what it is about Quincy that’s so fetching.”

    “I just told you. He’s a sophisticated hunk with those piercing eyes that make you feel he’s fucking you from across the room. I feel strongly about you and Isaac because I know him better. I also know he cares. I just don’t know how I would be able to choose between him and Isaac, but I trust Isaac. I’m not sure about this dude.”

    “There’s no choice—I’m in love with Isaac. I’m just afraid. I guess Quincy was able to find that insecure spot. When he started telling me how badly he wanted to get me in bed, my tongue became lodged behind my teeth. I even dreamed about him. In fact, I was well into it when Isaac arrived. He was doing things to me that set my body on fire. Isaac reaped the benefit of a mad arousal.”

    “I wouldn’t worry much about dreams. You’re under a lot of stress right now.
    There’s no telling what goes through your subconscious. I’ve always had dreams about being royally screwed. Young men. Old men. Black ones. White ones. Two at a time. All kinds of shit, especially when I wasn’t getting any. One night I dreamed I was in an accident, taken to the hospital and fucked by the whole male case of Gray’s Anatomy. That was back when Isaiah Washington was on the show. I still can’t look at that show without getting wet.”

    Chelsea chuckled. “You never told me that one.” She focused on the memory of
    Isaac’s satisfied smile and tried to put her insecurities to rest.

CHAPTER THREE

    With her hair in a simple chignon and a wearing a strapless red gown, Chelsea waited for her date and gasped with delight when he arrived. His white dinner jacket and open collar black shirt with alabaster buttons gave him an air of distinction. He caught her off guard with a deep, probing kiss.

    Dee quickly excused herself and left them alone.

    “Keep that up and the only place your incredibly handsome ass will go is the
    bedroom. Damn, you look good.”

    “I’m glad you feel that way because there’s a lot here I didn’t give you last night.
    With the game over and another win under my belt, I’m free to fuck you until it’s time to leave town.”

    His dreamy eyes remained on her when they arrived at the gala. Chelsea knew most of the people there and so did Isaac, but one newcomer brought back the strange sense of uneasiness she had tried to shed. Isaac left his glass of champagne on the table and moved down the long buffet table. She took his glass and wandered over to the silent auction items. After writing bids on several pieces of jewelry, she turned quickly when Quincy whispered close to her ear.

    “We keep bumping into each other.” His breath was hot on her neck. His voice was
    husky with emotion.

    “Oh, hi.” She shivered and quickly scanned the room for Isaac.

    “Don’t get nervous. Your boyfriend is