towel around his waist until he got home.
Rubbing his neck, Jordan tried to relieve his body of some of the tension he felt. He couldn’t get Dominique out of his mind. Her body was just the way he liked - full-sized and stacked. Some men preferred slender, petite women but he had a thing for a voluptuous woman who had an abundance of everything in all the right places. There was just something about a woman with enough breasts to hold in his hands and enough hips and thighs to cushion a good hard ride. The last thing he wanted to be concerned with when he mounted a woman was breaking something because she didn’t have enough meat on her bones. To some men thin was in, but in his book thick was definitely it. And he thought that she had the best shaped behind he had ever seen. It was thick, tight and pretty damn tempting. Even the large T-shirt she had pulled down over well-toned childbearing hips hadn’t been able to hide that from his view. And her legs were definitely a gorgeous looking pair.
He smiled thinking that he was beginning to appreciate his move to Florida after all. As he began walking away from the park and back toward the condos where he lived, he hoped Dominique would keep her word and show up on Tuesday. Then he would let her know he was an okay guy, a law-abiding citizen with a pretty good job who even went to church most Sundays.
He didn’t want to think about the possibility that he had scared her off for good and wouldn’t be seeing her again. He knew she lived somewhere in the neighborhood and if he had to, he would start asking around and knocking on doors. There was no way he would let her get away.
As he crossed the street it suddenly dawned on him that he didn’t even know her last name.
Three
M ichelle Kincaid’s expression was one of disbelief. “What do you mean, you’re not going back to the park on Tuesday?”
Dominique turned away from the sink, where she had been busy washing a head of lettuce, to meet her sister’s astonished features. “I’ve decided not to let anything develop between me and that guy. It’s for the best.”
It had been a hard decision to make, but she couldn’t see the point in starting something that likely wouldn’t go anywhere. At least anywhere she was ready to go. She needed to enter into a relationship that started off slow and easy. There had been too much sexual chemistry, too much spontaneous combustion, and too much plain old lust flowing between her and Jordan that morning. After she had gotten home and had thought about it, she had decided the last thing she needed was to be that overwhelmed by any man. It had been bad enough how she had felt about Kenneth the way he had ended up hurting her. Even if Jordan turned out to be a nice guy, she still wasn’t ready to indulge in any type of relationship with a man.
“Dom, you can’t be serious. Do you know the ratio of men to women? When you find one as good-looking as you claim this man is, you don’t jog away.”
Dominique raised her brow. “I don’t see you knocking yourself out trying to find a man.”
“Only because I have issues.”
“What issues?”
“I have an extreme domineering complex, which is something I have to work on. I hate being told what to do, especially by a man.”
Michelle sounded so sincere Dominique couldn’t help but grin. And the sad thing about it was that what she’d said was true. “Okay, you do have issues,” she agreed. She had seen Michelle in action before and pitied any man who had fallen under her spell. Most men automatically flocked to Michelle because of her gorgeous looks and perfect, petite figure. She was one of those women males couldn’t help but drool over. Yet she hadn’t found a man willing to put up with her domineering ways.
“Enough about me, Dom. You’re the one that everyone is worried about.”
“Well, they shouldn’t be. I’m fine. I have plenty of cases to keep me busy, and–”
“But you don’t have a
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