Shakir Rashaan
excerpt from Unthinkable
Walking with Devin and Mr. Richton’s
bodyguards felt like something out of a video
sequence. He tried to watch how close he came to
touching me; his indecision amused me. Turning
the tables and having him on the defensive was
a refreshing change, but I wasn’t ready for this
reversal of fortune to end.
He touched my arm to slow me down as we
got to my car. He grinned as his eyes roamed
everywhere he could to avoid eye contact.
“Well, I guess this would be that moment where
I ask you for your phone number, huh?”
“Well, that depends on the reason why you
want my number, D.”
He tilted his head, trying to figure out what I was
driving at. “How else am I going to be able to call you?
The last thing I want to tell my boss is that I didn’t
have a way to contact you to get you to the estate.”
I slipped in his space, capitalizing on his indecision,
taking my role as the aggressor to the hilt. I placed
my index finger against his chin, licking my lips as
I felt him tremble. “Tell me the reason you want my
number. Just say it.”
He swallowed hard. I wouldn’t let his eyes stray
from mine until I got my answer. Whether he liked it
or not, he was no longer the one in control. “Alexia,
you know why I want your number.”
“Stop teasing, sexy. I will make you tell me, one
way or another.” I wasn’t about to make it easy on
him, regardless of the heat I felt rising off my skin.
“I want you and the rest of the girls to come out
tomorrow.” He tried to resist, but I would not be
denied tonight. “Happy?”