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on her hip with the other as she jokingly took verbal shots at Jayna.
    â€œI was going to curse your behind out for coming here so early, but now that I see how good you look, I know that we need to do this.”
    Korie rolled her eyes as she spoke, then smiled.
    â€œGirl thanks,” Jayna said. “Your hair is still a hot mess this morning, but look at you. You’re in great shape too. Go jump in the shower, I’ll finish making the coffee.”
    â€œThat sounds cool. A hot shower might just be the thing that I need.”
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    Korie retreated into her bedroom to gather her things and Jayna went to the kitchen to grab two cups for coffee.
    At first glance, Jayna looked like a model out of a black men’s magazine. She had long, strong hair, striking features, chiseled curves, and a beautiful smile. She was a woman whose main goal in life was to be the perfect woman and one day a wife. Jayna was smart, thick, and stunning: Three great qualities that black men loved in a woman. Men saw her and often paused. Many were captured with her smile and later mesmerized by her body. Jayna was a gorgeous black woman. Part of the problem was she knew she was a gorgeous black woman.
    Just as beautiful as Jayna was, she was also very demanding when it came to men. They had to look a certain way, dress a certain way, and make at least six figures if they were going to speak to her. Aside from that, men were a waste of her time. She loved the attention that she got, but only if it was from the right kind of man. Average men were boring to Jayna and above-average men were often competing for her affection.
    Jayna’s standards were high. Some might say her standards were unrealistic. This was probably why at twenty-nine and a half, she was still single. She had proposal offers, but, for one reason or another, things never seemed to work out.
    Jayna thought if she improved the outer woman, men would see her and offer her the world. She figured she deserved the world because of her looks. She often thought to herself that God made her so damned fine because he wanted someone to take care of her. She figured no man could turn her down and any man who would was a damned fool.
    Korie loved her girlfriend but knew if Jayna needed to change anything, it was the woman she was on the inside. Jayna had strong credentials and experience, but that did nothing for who she was as a person.
    Jayna was a financial advisor in a downtown Chicago firm. She could talk finances with the best of the best. Professionally, she was considered a beast. She was a true force to be reckoned with. But then there was the other side of the coin. Personally, Jayna was a bit of a bitch—or at least that is how most men saw her. Seeing her fueled their lust for her, but most men referred to Jayna as a bitch or gold digger behind her back.
    Gold digger wasn’t a fair assessment of her because Jayna had her own money and was quite independent. There was nothing a man could do for her that she couldn’t do for herself. However, she demanded that the men she dated be either powerful or wealthy. The two things were almost always linked hand in hand.
    To date her, the criteria were quite strict. If a man met those criteria, he would be given an open invitation as one of her suitors. Oftentimes, this also meant that he would be given an open invitation into her bedroom. Jayna was drawn to powerful men.
    Jayna bedded many men who she came across. She was like a black version of the character Samantha Jones on Sex and the City. That was one of her major flaws. Sometimes she acted as if she were addicted to sex. If nothing else, she was addicted to the attention.
    She was in therapy for her issues with men. She was also in therapy for being what her therapist called hypersexual. Let Jayna tell it, she simply liked powerful men and also liked sex.
    That was her position.
    The position of her therapist was that Jayna was having high-risk