Slow Seduction

Clinton folded his arms across his chest so he wouldn't yank Jenisha into his arms and kiss her senseless. She looked so damn delicious in that long, black, polka dot dress. From the way the fabric cupped her high, firm breasts, he wondered if she was even wearing a bra. He didn't like the thought of her being braless with Principal Kimball not ten feet in front of them.

He had missed the hell out of her and almost would have taken her cold façade seriously, but her trembling hand gave away far too much. She'd missed him. He was certain of it. This was going to be best the job of his life. Jenisha wasn't going to know what hit her.

When it came to something he wanted, he was like his brother Hayward. He went after it with everything he had. Right now he wanted Jenisha and he would have her.
"You don't how much it pleases me to know that you researched my firm. I'm anxious to begin working together. I can tell from looking at you it's going to be a pleasure."

Jenisha shot him a cool stare. "I'm sure it'll be an experience neither one of us will soon forget." She gave him a once over and then focused her attention back to Principal Kimball.

"If you don't need me anymore, I need to get back to my classroom."

"If we're finished here, I'd like to walk Jenisha back to her classroom. It would give her a chance to fill me in on the project details." Clinton's rich voice interrupted.

"Oh, there's really no need for that. I'm sure Clinton has more important things to do than to walk with me," she cut in.

"I disagree totally, Miss Roman," Mark chimed in. "I think the time alone will give the two of you a chance to get better acquainted. It might be a good idea if you gave him your phone number and address, too."

Clinton could barely keep the grin off his face. Shit, why didn't he think of that first? He sobered quickly when Jenisha flung him another cold glare. Damn, where in the hell was her sense of humor?

"Is that really necessary?" she asked.

Principal Kimball stared at him first him then directed his attention back to Jenisha. Clinton didn't like the lustful way Mark's gaze traveled over Jenisha's body before he looked into her eyes. From the way Jenisha seemed to squirm, she didn't appreciate the lingering look, either.

Was there something going on between the two of them that he needed to know about? He spotted a wedding ring on the other man's hand when he was talking to him earlier. Or was it one-sided? Had Jenisha shut down Principal's Kimball's advances and he didn't know how to take no for an answer?

Clinton kept all his thoughts to himself. He would have enough time later on to figure out what was going between the sexy woman next to him and her boss.

"Miss Roman, you wanted this project to happen for over a year now. It's your baby. It's only fair that Mr. Campbell has a way to contact you in case of an emergency," Mark snapped.

Clinton narrowed his eyes at Mark. Now wait one damn minute. He didn't have to belittle Jenisha like that in front of him. Where in the hell were this guy's manners?

"It's all right if Jenisha doesn't want me to have the personal information yet. I can talk to her here at the school anytime I need to know anything."

"No, I don't mind giving you the information," Jenisha cut in. "I'll write it down for you as soon as we get back to my classroom."

"Well, I'm glad that's all settled," Mark commented, picking a pen off his desk. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have another appointment."

Clinton knew when he was being dismissed. "Thanks again for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me." Mark only nodded at him before writing something down on the legal pad in front of him.

"After you, Miss Roman." He looked at Jenisha and gestured toward the office door.
"All right," Jenisha sighed. She turned away from him and headed toward the door.

Following behind her, his eyes were drawn to the snug fit of the dress pressed against her tight butt. Shit, he couldn't get over how sexy Jenisha was. He might have a hard time, but he was going to win her over while he was in town.

"Here, let me get that for you."

Reached past Jenisha he pushed the door open with the palm of his hand. Clinton flinched when the hairs on his wrist skimmed across the silkiness of Jenisha's bare skin. Casting a glance down, he saw the wide-eyed expression that crossed Jenisha's face. He knew without asking that she had felt the same sensations race through her body.

Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered, "Sorry about that, Jenisha."

Clinton watched as Jenisha slowly moved her face and brought her full mouth within kissing distance of his. He stamped down his need to kiss her right then and there. She was sending him a passionate challenge that was hard to resist. However, he didn't want their first kiss to be in front of her boss.

"Don't worry about it," she said, going out the door in front of him.

He placed his hand in the small of Jenisha's back and escorted her from the office. She tossed him a stunned look over her shoulder but didn't say anything.

Waiting until they were further down the hall, Jenisha jerked away from his touch in the empty hallway. "What are you doing here? Did you just take this job to torment me?" Her russet colored eyes glared up at him.

Frowning, he reached out and pulled a lock of straightened hair between his fingers. "I like your curls better," he complained. "They are so much sexier on you."

He had to fight his overwhelming need to be close to her. Something about Jenisha soothed him making a happiness fill a void that had been empty for years. It was a definite turn-on being this close to her. What would she do if he kissed those plump lips of hers? Well, there was only one way to find out.

While he had her distracted, Clinton snaked his arm around Jenisha's waist and crushed her against his chest. "I came here to make you fall in love with me, because I know I fell in love with you the moment I saw you standing in True's living room."

Glancing around the hallway, he made sure they were still alone and planted his lips over her cherry-red lipstick. He poured all the loneliness he felt into their first kiss. He wanted to wipe every other man from her memory. Jenisha was his, and he wasn't about to share her with Mark Kimball or any other man at Bryant Elementary.