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head to confirm her understanding.
    Instead of letting her go back into her silent groove, I asked, “You like this song?” I was familiar with the tune, but I didn’t know the words nor who it was by.
    She pulled a few strands of hair behind her ear as she answered, “Yeah. It’s one of my favorites.”
    “Well if it’s your favorite, shouldn’t you be dancing to it?”
    She rolled her eyes and her little hint of an attitude actually surprised me. “I don’t dance, Bryson. I vibe, I groove, I chill, but I don’t dance.”
    Yeah right.
    I’d been around women enough to know that they all danced, or at least tried to dance. It just took the right person to bring it out of them.
    “Kennedy, you dance. I know you do no matter how hard you’re frontin’ about it. So come on, let’s dance.”
    I tried to pull her up off of the couch, but she remained glued as she said, “Bryson, I’m serious. I don’t dance. I... can’t dance.”
    “Well I’ll teach you then. Now come on.”
    She sighed once she realized I wasn’t giving up. I drug her out to the dance floor before flipping her around and pulling her long frame against mine. She followed my lead as I let my hands wrap around her waist and began grinding against her ass. She leaned further into me, adding more friction as we found our groove to the beat. And before I knew it, she was actually keeping up.
    “I thought you said you couldn’t dance?”
    She visibly sighed, her shoulders dropping as she said, “I shouldn’t be. I’m ... I’m engaged.”
    I just know I didn’t hear that right…
    I looked down to her hand and didn’t see a ring, so I figured I must’ve been trippin’.
    And besides, she was here with me; dancing with me. So whatever she had going on must not have been much.
     
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    “Damn. You’re incredible, Bryson.”
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell me somethin’ new.
    I couldn’t believe I had ended up in bed with the girl, but I knew it didn’t take much which meant I’d be cutting her off just as quickly as I had acquired her.
    “You were good too, Hazel. Take your time gettin’ up, love. I’ll be back in a minute.”
    She blushed as she cuddled back into the sheets, more than likely getting ready to doze off. I’d let her get her rest for now, but in my head I knew I’d be kicking her to the curb once the sun came up.
    It was nothing personal. I just didn’t want her to get the wrong idea that I was actually interested in a relationship with her. I mean, if she got with me on the first night, more than likely it wasn’t her first time.
    I left her in the room and headed to the kitchen to get some grub. I often kept music playing low through my house, but I could clearly hear that pesky little tune from the club. The song Kennedy loved enough to let her guard down and dance with me to.
    Damn, she’s so adorable.
    I wasn’t use to being attracted to the quiet types, so it honestly caught me off-guard. But I could tell there was a lot more to her than what she led on. She just needed somebody like me to bring it out of her.
    I could hardly wait for the opportunity.
    I grabbed a granola bar and a banana before I went to my home office and pulled up her contract. It was supposed to be the final draft, ready for sending first thing in the morning, but I knew I needed to add one more thing.
    The one thing I forgot to include when I hired Madeline.
    I had a strong feeling Kennedy would be tempting me to break my own rules sooner than later. The least I could do was make sure my ass was covered.

Kennedy
    When I checked my email first thing in the morning, I just knew my eyes had to be playing tricks on me. I hadn’t put my contacts in yet, so maybe my lack of complete 20/20 vision was causing an issue because there was no way I had read what I thought I read in the contract Bryson sent me from his personal email even though I was expecting it from Leslie.
    I mean, he couldn’t be serious, right?
    Any consensual sex between Mr.