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  Ramsey moaned.

  Walker’s face burned in Janeshia’s mind. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.

  “Janeshia, now all we have to decide is which room do we go to? Yours are mine?”

  He didn’t wait for her to answer.

  “Let’s go to mine. I just remembered there’s something I want to show you,” he said pulling her along to his bedroom.

  Minutes later, with her hands on her hips, Janeshia stood at the door of Ramsey’s room mesmerized by the size of it. The room was neat and tidy.

  “Go on in Janeshia,” he said gently giving her a push, as he watched her walked further into his room.

  Hot desire roared through his body as his thoughts raced. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever met, who hadn’t expected him to pay to have sex with him. His thoughts cautioned him, he wasn’t paying to have sex with this one so he needed to be nice and gentle. He threw back his drink and put down his empty glass before closing the door.

  Janeshia slowly explored the room. “Wow, she said.

  Ramsey closed the distance between them. He stood behind her and thought the room felt warmer.

  She stood still when she felt his hand unzip her dress.

  “Now it’s my time to say wow,” he said standing there mesmerized by her beautiful face, full breasts and long legs. “That corset and thong looks very becoming on you.”

  He turned abruptly with her dress. He walked over and neatly folded it before laying it on his dresser.

  She stood there watching him with a perplexed look on her face.

  “That’s a little pet peeve of mine. I don’t like clothes thrown on the floor.”

  “Come follow me,” he said taking her hand as he walked back. He led her to the bed. “Have a seat.”

  Janeshia sat down quietly and watched as Ramsey turned his attention to the tray beside the bed.

  He turned over the two glasses and poured. “I know you sort of like an after dinner sherry,” he smiled pouring her a glass and handing it too her. “I prefer something a lot stronger, bourbon,” he said pouring the brown liquid into the glass. He tossed back the bourbon and swallowed hard. Almost as if he had taken some kind of drug and was making sure he washed it down.

  She watched as he poured another.

  He held up the glass in a toast. “Here’s to a night you won’t forget. Drink up. Neither one of us have to be anywhere tomorrow or tonight for that matter.”

  Janeshia watched as he gulped down his glass. She followed his lead.

  Ramsey filled his glass again and downed it. That was his third one if she was counting. Not to mention the two bottles of wine he put away at dinner.

  He leaned down and captured Janeshia’s lips in a hard kiss. His mouth plundered hers. “I’m going to make you feel good all over,” he said easing her back.

  For the next few minutes they sat together on the side of the bed holding each other and kissing.

  They both enjoyed the sensation of each other.

  Then abruptly Ramsey pulled away. He got up and began removing his shirt and pant. “It’s about time I removed my clothes.”

  He sighed as he reached for her again. His hands drew her close. His lips roamed her neck and shoulders.

  “Mmmmmmm,” he purred.

  His hands wandered to her breast, cupping, squeezing her. He pinched her nipple.

  “Oh!” Janeshia moaned from the pleasure of the sensation.

  They stayed like that several minutes simply tasting and kissing each other. And then his hands pushed her back against the bed.

  Janeshia clutched the sheets as she went down.

  He lay down beside her and he placed a rush of hot kisses on her face and her neck.

  She shivered when he stopped abruptly and pulled away and reached for a small remote. He pressed a button.

  She couldn’t believe the massive television that popped up out of nowhere at the foot of the bed.

  The television came on.

  She watched as the picture came into view. A girl was lying on her back a man was laying between her legs. She could hear the distinct voices of their moans.

  Ramsey laughed again and kept laughing like an inexperienced teenage boy. His face was glued to the television. He reached out and grabbed her breast hard. He flicked her nipples with his thumb.

  She winched.

  He reached out and pulled her hand and guided it across his body.

  “Look how you aroused me Janeshia You deserve the best me. I’m going to give you the best part of me,” he moaned softly. Janeshia couldn’t believe this was happening.

  He kissed her hard as he panted, his leg straddling her. “You know this will be the best ride you ever had. Give me a few minutes and I promise I’ll take care of your clitoris and do that thing you women like done. Just as long as you promise to let me take you on an even better ride.”

  Janeshia wrenched back in pain. “Stop!”

  His jaw dropped open. “What’s the matter?”

  “Get off of me Ramsey!” she demanded. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ve had too much to drink, she lied.”

  Without another word he rolled off of her.

  With as much dignity as she could muster. Janeshia slipped out of the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She stayed in the bathroom as long as possible. She sat down on the side of the Jacuzzi tub trying to think.

  Janeshia looked up and her eyes caught sight of several tiny bottles sitting on the sink. Curiously she walked over and examined a bottle. The label was from an herbalist shop in San Francisco. The street name was located in the heart of Chinatown. She read one bottle. The label said it was for sexual enhancement. Another bottle had the name Zolpidem; it was the generic name for a powerful sleep aid.

  She pressed her hand to her mouth to smother her laughter. If Ramsey took these with all the wine they had at dinner, he would sleep for hours.

  Janeshia could still hear the loud noise from the sound of the television. She tiptoed over to the bathroom door and looked into the bedroom. Ramsey lay awkwardly on the bed. He was sound asleep.

  She turned her attention back to the tub and filled it with water. At least she could have a hot bath before she went to bed.

  Hours later, Janeshia didn’t know how long she slept. Suddenly she felt her body shiver. She thought she was dreaming. “Yes” she moaned and gasped. The sensual pleasure felt like an orgasm coming on.

  “What are you dreaming about?” Ramsey murmured.

  Janeshia opened her eyes and looked back at him. He was fully dressed. The morning sun slowly crept upon the window.

  Ramsey leaned back on the bed and looked back at her.

  “Damn Ramsey you woke me from a wonderful dream,” she whispered.

  He grinned wolfishly. “I hope your dream made you happy.”

  “Yes it did,” she tensely replied fluffing her pillow.

  “Good,” he paused busying himself. “Look Janeshia I know I let you down when it came to the sexual intercourse thing last night,” he nervously hesitated. “I’m sorry. Let’s just say I had too much to drink,” he said quietly. “Please accept my apologies for the….Mishap.”

  “Oh that? Yes sure,” she said with a perplexed expression.

  “I promise to make last night up to you another time. But right now, I have to leave,” he said giving her his hand to help her up.

  Instantly she felt relief. “Leave?” she asked scooting off the bed clutching the sheet.

  “Yeah, I had an urgent call; I need to get back to town right away. So go on get your shower and pack. I want to be out of here in the next half hour.”

  A half hour later, Janeshia stared out of the car window as they drove away. She exhaled deeply, relief flooding her whole body. She watched the landscape go by wondering how a man like Ramey could look like the real deal but be totally lacking in the sex department. She smiled softly with her thoughts. She remembered hearing her best friend Larissa say. “Some men who looked like the complete
package couldn’t fuck worth a damn.”

  Chapter 23

  An arrogant smooth criminal

  Adam St. Charles left work just before eleven o’clock. He made sure he was there when his boss, Janeshia James called and checked in. He’d assured her everything was well. How convenient it was for him that Janeshia was out of town. It made him angry that she wouldn’t tell him where she was at.

  He smiled and ran his hand through his hair and leaned by the door. Everything was going just as they planned.

  Adam kept his expression bland as he stood for a moment and watched the mystery man. The rented office space inside the Mandarin Office buildings in Hayward California was most convenient. Here office space could be rented by the hour, day or month.

  Lately he started calling the mystery man, Mr. Clean, because of the way he made sure none of the accounts or the money could ever be traced back to them.

  Adam glanced at the clock on the office wall. It was just past four o’clock. If he left now he could arrive back in San Jose within the next hour. That is if traffic was good. He hoped she’d be waiting.

  “Things are working great Adam. This deal allowed us to charge a higher fee for our services. The two of us netted just over a hundred and fifty thousand. You’re cut this time is seventy grand. Don’t forget we split the expenses in half. It’s what we agreed upon. Great job, by the way on setting up those off shore accounts in the Cayman Islands. They were a perfect idea. Are you sure no one will be able to trace them back to us?” he asked. He glanced up at the noticeable silence. His fingers drummed the envelope on the table. His fingers gripped the envelope and then slid it across the table forcibly.

  Adam just stood there leaning against the wall daydreaming.

  Adam looked up startled. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

  The Mystery man got up and walked over to the edge of the table and retrieved the envelope. He held it out. “Your mind is not on business today Adam. There’s your money. Count it.”

  “I guess my mind is elsewhere,” he said as he slowly walked over.

  On a woman no doubt,” the mystery man said and grasped the envelope tighter. “Take my advice, Janeshia James won’t screw you. She’s not the type of woman who needs a man to buy her things. Not that you’ve got enough money, not yet anyway,” he chuckled softly.

  Adam’s chin came up in defiance of the insult. He clenched his teeth as he reached for the envelope. “I’m not interested in Ms. James in that way.”

  The mystery man’s eyes were cold as he stared back at him. “Look here, you arrogant smooth criminal. What we’re doing here is illegal. We don’t need you messing things up. So don’t lie to me!” His eyes sparkled dangerously. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. But this is business. So don’t you do anything to mess up our business arrangement, you hear me?” he asked with a trace of malice and anger in his voice.

  Adam replied sullenly. “I don’t know what you mean?”

  “Don’t think that I’m stupid Adam. That scar under your eye looks like a tear from a woman’s finger nail. I would bet money you’ve had some cosmetic surgery? The doctor that did the job was good. But he couldn’t cover all of your scars, now could he?”

  Adam stood frozen in the spot and bit his lower lip feeling his anger rising.

  All at once the mystery man laughed out. “You’re dismissed Adam. I’ll see you next time. Go and work off some of that anger. And make sure the woman is willing!” he laughed, heading for the door. “Oh and Adam make sure you lock up the room.”

  Adam waited until the door closed completely.

  “You bastard, I’m just using you until I get what I want,” he muttered viciously beneath his breath.

  Almost two hours later, Adam St. Charles paced the hotel room. He walked over to the window and looked out again.

  A soft knock sounded on the door.

  He quickly walked over and opened it. “Damn Phoebe where have you been? I’ve been ringing your cell phone ever since I left Oakland,” abruptly he closed the door. “What did you do to your hair?” he demanded.

  She took a deep breath and spun around in a circle. “I had it done, you like?” she cooed.

  “I like a lot!”

  “It’s the same shade as Janeshia’s,” she giggled softly. “I thought it might help Walker like me. And look I got contacts the same color as Janeshia’s eyes. This ought to stop Walker from ignoring me. He treats me like I was rotten meat left on the stove.”

  Adam stood there staring. The resemblance to Janeshia was freaking uncanny. “Say, who did your make-up? It’s a true likeness.”

  “Thanks, I had it done at House of Channel’s over on First Street. I showed their makeup artist a photo of Janeshia. He made me up to look just like her.”

  “Has Walker seen the make-up yet?”

  “No, he’s only seen the hair color. Say, how about a hug?” she asks extending her arms.

  Adam leaned in and gave her a hug. “Well, don’t show him the full look with the make-up just yet. We don’t want him getting suspicious,” he said. “So why did you do the make-up anyway?”

  “I figured it would put Walker in the mood to scratch an itch I’ve got. You know that Walker fellow isn’t interested in giving me a workout in the having sex education department. If you catch my drift.”

  “I catch it. You keep working on him baby. But in the mean time I’ll enjoy your makeover,” he smiled.

  Phoebe hesitated and then smiled as she felt bulge in his pants grow large. “From the feel of things Adam I’d say I’ve interested you?”

  “Yes you can. Come here!” he demanded. “You poor baby let me see if I can reach that itch you’ve got,” he said kissing her hard. His tongue filled her mouth.

  She moaned.

  Quickly Adam pulled away and led her to the bedroom.

  Chapter 24

  Heart matters, let’s get together…..

  A few days later, at work Janeshia played the weekend with Ramsey over in her mind. No matter how she looked at it, Ramsey’s behavior was strange.

  The sunlight filtered through the window and its rays danced on the crystal vase of red roses sitting on her desk.

  Her eyes glanced curiously at the unforgettable large crystal vase of red roses. The design on the vase was distinctive and unusual. The card attached to the vase made mention of an undying love. Her emotions were still raw when she thought about their time together at the cabin. He never said the words I love you, nor did his actions ever display the same. There was no show of tenderness in his caress. His actions gave her pause and made her fearful. In the end what someone felt for you and how they express that feeling to you through touch and emotion was an expression from the heart. And one thing was clear, expressions from the heart, did matter.

  Lately she felt a little depressed feeling like she was all alone in their relationship. She gazed bleakly out of the window. Since they had returned, her calls to him had gone unanswered. Abruptly she looked at the telephone sitting on her desk. All of a sudden the telephone rang, and she jumped.

  She prayed it would be Ramsey.

  “Hello Janeshia?”

  “Hello Ramsey,” she said briskly. She swiveled her chair around to stare out of the window.

  “Janeshia, darling I’ve been meaning to give you a call,” Ramsey said with a deep concern in his voice. “Did you get the flowers?”

  “Yes, she said with a smile in her voice. “They are beautiful. Did you really mean what you wrote on the card?” she asked but didn’t wait for a response. “When can we get together? So I can thank you for them in person?”

  “Look Janeshia I can get away to see you tonight,” his voice was rigid. “Let’s have dinner at the Fairmont. I’ll meet you there say at eight o’clock?”

  Janeshia was a bit surprised. “Okay, sure I’ll be there,” she paused only for a second. Her voice squeaked out in a faint whisper. “Hey could I ask……”

  Ramsey interrupted abruptly. His
voice was urgent. “Good….Good. I…..Look I’ve got to go.”

  He hung up.

  Slowly Janeshia hung up the receiver slowly. She turned and stared out of the window.

  Adam St. Charles walked towards Janeshia’s office door. It was closed.

  Tamara Bell, her assistant, looked up at him.

  The two of them glared at each other.

  “What do you want Adam? I think Janeshia is still on the phone.”

  “Then I’ll just knock on her door and see if she’s available. That is if you don’t mind Tamara?”

  Tamara slanted her eyes in protest.

  Adam walked quickly past her and knocked softly then swung the door open without waiting for an answer.

  Janeshia turned around abruptly. Her face frowned when she saw Adam.

  He glanced down at her. She was staring out of her window again. He noticed a pile of reports spread out on her desk.

  “Excuse me Janeshia but I need a moment of your time.”

  Janeshia swiveled her chair around to her desk.

  Adam took in the dark circles under her eyes. He watched her with intent eyes. She looked exhausted. He gave her a contemptuous look. “I see you’ve been letting your work pile up on your desk?”

  Janeshia’s confidence was shaken. She hated the way Adam could make her feel inadequate. “Oh…Yeah well,” she shuddered. “Is there something you wanted?”

  Adam raised his brow in concern. “I don’t wish to upset you. I was just offering to help. However not today,” he hesitated. “Today I wanted to ask you for two favors. The first one being if I could leave early and the second if you could recommend a good restaurant.”

  Janeshia breathed out slowly. “Your leaving early is a reasonable request. In fact I’m leaving early too,” she nodded. “Oh yeah, about that restaurant, of course Morton is one of the best restaurant’s in town.”