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indignantly, not letting the man’s size intimidate her. 
    When he put his hand up in her face again, she boldly swept his finger from her face.  The man curled his huge hands into fists.  He moved towards her like he was about to pummel her to the ground. 
    Summer kicked off her other wedge sandal and steeled herself, waiting for the man to flex.  She’d taken hits from dudes his size and bigger in her lifetime.  Sundress and no shoes on, she was fearless.  She clenched her jaw waiting for the first blow. 
    “Wow, so beautiful and feisty as hell,” a man stepped from behind the menacing hulk, pulling the hulk’s arm down before he started to rearrange Summer’s face.  “I take it from your attitude and your thick accent, you must be Puerto Rican.” 
    “I got this, Mr. Banks.  You get back in the car out of this heat.  She’s gonna pay for the damage to your car,” the hulk stammered, his voice a low murmur.  A much softer tone than he’d used with Summer just seconds before.
    Summer rolled her eyes at Mr. Banks.  He must think his suit and tie will scare me off or impress me.  Fuck that, I work with his kind every day!  She was ready for him, too.  It was clear that the hulk was Mr. Banks’ driver.  She wasn’t in the mood to deal with either of these bastards. 
    “I’m Cuban, not Puerto Rican,” she mumbled with attitude.  
    “I apologize.  Miss Cuban, I’m Jesse,” the suit extended his hand towards Summer.  “Jesse Banks.” 
    Summer stared at the hand extended in front of her.  She had to admit, the man had balls and he was certainly handsome. He reminded her a bit of a cross between Idris Elba and Lance Gross, and was dressed in a three piece suit that was perfectly tailored to his form.  She blinked a few times, having a hard time getting her focus back.  Gorgeous or not, she still didn’t trust him.
    “I’m also not interested.  Look, I really don’t have time for this chit chat.  Your driver needs to learn how to drive. It’s people like him that make this kind of traffic worse,” Summer sassed, folding her arms over her chest.  Summer was in no mood to play games.
    Jesse shoved his hand back into his pants pocket.  A woman hadn’t summarily dismissed Jesse since he was twelve years old.  And here he was, being dissed by a truly beautiful, but vexing female who wouldn’t even shake his hand.  Jesse laughed.  He laughed so hard, Summer started to question his sanity. 
    “What’s so fucking funny?” she asked, her eyebrows arching high on her forehead. 
    “How amused I am by you…Miss Cuban Not Interested.  You are one of a kind.  I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman, so beautiful, yet so unrefined.  You’re an original, that’s for sure!” Jesse said, still chuckling. 
    Summer blew out a windstorm of breath.  She threw her hands up.  Now this dude was trying to insult her.  Unrefined! You haven’t seen unrefined!
    “Look mister, I really have to go,” Summer said, annoyed.  She’d wasted enough time arguing with these men.
    “It doesn’t look like you can go anywhere,” Jesse said, nodding towards the front-end damage on Rex’s Audi.  Summer pushed past Jesse and surveyed the damage for herself.  The front of the car was a mass of twisted and gnarled metal.
    “Shit!” she muttered, letting out an exasperated breath.  The car was going to need to be towed.  Summer ran her fingers through her curly, newly dyed auburn locks.  Her shoulders slumped.  All she could see and hear now was Rex’s reaction—his white skin would turn pink and blotchy, his high-pitched threats not to pay her, and worst of all, his forcing her to suck his tiny, musty dick while she stuck two fingers in his ass for his sick pleasure.  Summer shuddered.  The things she did to keep a roof over her head.  It was never easy and sometimes she truly wondered how she would’ve faired if she had stayed in Cuba. 
    “I’m fired for sure.  Now what