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Authors: Cheris Hodges
His Sexy Bad Habit
“Want a bite?” Antonio asked her.
“Not of that muffin,” Serena said. “Tell me something, Antonio, what’s your deal?”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play coy with me,” she said. “You know I want you, but you’re sending mixed signals. If you’re not married, then what’s the problem?”
Antonio placed the other half of his muffin on top of the box and wiped his hands on his snug-fitting jeans. He took a step closer to her and Serena inhaled his scent of soap and masculinity. Her lips trembled as he brushed his fingertips across her cheek.
“Serena,” he groaned. “There are some things that you should know about me and when you find them out, you might—”
She tilted her head up and planted a wet kiss on his lips. As she pressed her body against his, she didn’t care what he needed to tell her. She just needed to taste his lips. Needed to feel the hardness of his body pressed against hers. Her tongue explored the sweetness of his mouth just as his did the same to her mouth. She could’ve kissed him all day, would’ve kissed him all day had they not heard a crash behind them.
Antonio pulled back from Serena. “Let me go check that out,” he said. “What are you doing for lunch?”
“I’ll be at home.”
“Text me your address and I’ll come over,” he said.
Serena smiled and nodded.
He wants the same thing I want. Hot sex.
JUST CAN’T GET ENOUGH
LET’S GET IT ON
MORE THAN HE CAN HANDLE
BETTING ON LOVE
NO OTHER LOVER WILL DO
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“Want a bite?” Antonio asked her.
There are so many people that I’d like to thank. Each reader who has ever picked up one of my books, I sincerely thank you all. It’s because of you that I continue to write these stories and I hope you continue to enjoy them.
To The Sistah-Friends Book Club in Columbia and Atlanta, thank you ladies for welcoming me into your “sistah hood.”
To The Sistas Unlimited Book Club, thank you for your continuous support.
To The Prominent Women of Color Book Club, thank you ladies for your friendship and the spirited discussion in Jackonville.
To The Jax-African American Book Club for Women, it has been nice getting to know you ladies.
A big thank you to my agent, Sha-Shana Crichton, and my editor, Selena James. Your hard work is much appreciated.
And last but certainly not least, my loving parents and sister, Freddie and Doris Hodges and Adrienne Dease. I love you guys.
Serena Jacobs looked down at her pink bridesmaid dress and shook her head in disgust. Sure she’d agreed to be in her best friend Kandace Davis’s wedding, but she had no idea that she’d be stuck in pink lace looking like a bottle of Pepto Bismol.
She hated the color pink. In her mind it made people think women were weak. And the last thing Serena Jacobs was was a weak woman. She scowled as she fluffed her honey brown curls.
“Will you smile?” Jade Goings asked as she adjusted the bodice of her strapless dress in the mirror.
“Why would Kandace choose pink and gold for her wedding colors?” Serena asked as she smoothed her hands down the sides of her dress. “She could’ve gotten away with slinky black dresses.”
Alicia Michaels ran her fingers though her wavy black hair and shook her head. “Only you would associate black with a wedding. At least
we’re part of this one,” she said, then shot a glance at Jade.
“Am I ever going to live that down? It was a spur of the moment deal,” Jade said of her Las Vegas wedding that her friends hadn’t participated in. She and her husband, James, met and got married in Las Vegas nearly two years ago. Still, her friends weren’t happy that they hadn’t been part of the ceremony.
Serena went silent, thinking back to the wedding she’d almost had that would’ve left her friends out in the cold, too. Five years ago, she’d left Atlanta to chase her dream of screenwriting. But the first person Serena’d met in Los Angeles, renowned filmmaker Emerson Bradford, had told her that her future wasn’t behind the scenes.
“What do you mean?” Serena had asked as she ripped her screenplay from his hands. “You haven’t even read my script.”
“I’m sure it’s good,” he’d replied with a 10,000-watt smile that made Serena’s anger go from boil to simmer. “But you have the face and body of a star.”
“What makes you an authority?” she’d asked, placing her hand on her hip. “I’ve never even heard of you. For all I know you could be some poseur hanging around UCLA hoping all the wannabe screenwriters are so desperate to get their foot in the door that we’ll just fall for the first line you offer.”
Emerson had stood there with a smile on his face. “I have the perfect role for you. Do you have your SAG card?”
“For the last time, I’m a writer. Why do I need a Screen Actors Guild card?”
“Because, you’re going to star in my next movie. We can discuss it over dinner,” he’d said. And despite her apprehension at who Emerson had said he was, Serena had agreed to dinner with him. But before they’d met for dinner, she’d headed to Starbucks and did a Google search of Emerson Bradford. She’d been surprised and satisfied to find out that he was who he’d said he was. According to
Variety,
Emerson had just signed a deal with Warner Brothers for a sexy thriller that could be a star vehicle for the right actress. The magazine had quoted Emerson saying he’d wanted a fresh face for the movie.
So, he’s not full of crap after all,
she’d thought as she reread the article and studied the picture of Emerson Bradford.
She’d taken him as a handsome man with a caramel complexion and an air of sophistication. His hazel eyes had seemed to sparkle in the picture and she’d allowed her curiosity to take over. She figured even if Emerson had been trying to run that Hollywood game on her, she’d at least get a free dinner out of it.
Serena had blown off her shift at M Grill and called Emerson to get the details on his dinner offer. He’d informed her that he’d send a car to pick her up and he’d wanted her to wear the sexiest thing she had in her closet.
* * *
“Hello,” Jade said, snapping Serena out of her reverie. “We have to go check on the bride.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Serena said as she retouched her lipstick, then followed her girlfriends out of the dressing room into the bridal suite.
As Serena trailed her friends, she tried to shake her mind clear of Emerson. For so many years, she’d buried those memories, not even sharing them with her close friends. The fact that they returned in full force today bothered her.
She’d never been the type of woman who envied friends who got married.
You’re being a fool. Marriage is for women like Jade and Kandace, not you. Don’t let the wedding bells play with your head,
Serena thought as Jade opened the door to the suite.
“Hello,” Jade said to Kandace, who was sitting at the vanity toying with her veil. “Are you ready?”
Kandace turned around with a nervous look on her face. “Where the hell have you all been?” she asked. “I had to put my mother out. She was just too much to deal with.”
Jade walked over to Kandace and fixed her crooked veil. “Why would you put your mother out?”
“Knowing Miss Davis, she was crying, wasn’t she?” Alicia asked as she admired Kandace’s ivory Vera Wang dress with intricate beading work across the bodice.
Kandace nodded her head. “I didn’t think you guys were ever going to come in here and save me. Oh my God, I’m so nervous. There have to
be twenty cameras out there and a bunch of people I don’t even know.”
“What did you expect when you said you would marry Solomon Crawford?” Serena asked as she handed Kandace a tube of MAC lip gloss. “I’m pretty sure half of New York is out there.”
Kandace shook her head. “I knew we should’ve just kept it simple,” she said as she slowly rose from her seat.
Alicia pinched Serena’s arm. “You know how she is, especially after everything that happened in Charlotte. Don’t make her nervous about those cameras,” she whispered. Jade followed Kandace as she paced back and forth.
“Kandace,” Jade said as she stopped her friend from pacing. “Today is your day. The only thing that matters is that you and Solomon love each other. This is your day.”
Kandace smiled and nodded. “All right. You’re right, my day.”
“And all of those cameras are for you,” Serena added. “So, don’t worry about them.”
The three women surrounded Kandace and hugged her, being careful not to wrinkle her dress or mess up her makeup. “Let’s get you down the aisle so you can become Mrs. Crawford,” Jade said.
“Serena, are you sure you’re okay with taking over for me in Charlotte?” Kandace asked once the women stopped hugging.
She smiled at her friend. “I’m fine with it. I have some unfinished business in the Queen City.”
“Antonio Billups?” Alicia questioned.
“Hello, let’s focus on the bride,” Jade said. “Then we’ll talk about Serena and our contractor.”
Despite the fact that Kandace had been nervous before walking down the aisle, she was the picture of grace and love when she and hotel mogul Solomon Crawford exchanged their vows. Serena had to admit the ceremony was beautiful. She even felt a lone tear slide down her cheek as Kandace and Solomon kissed for the first time as husband and wife. As she linked arms with the groomsman she’d been paired with, all she could think about was the last conversation she’d had with Antonio Billups, the contractor who was going to revamp Hometown Delights after the horror that had occurred there last November.
Carmen De La Croix, or rather Chelsea Washington, had been obsessed with Solomon. When she’d seen that Solomon had fallen in love with Kandace, she’d stalked the couple and tried to kill Kandace in the restaurant. It was a messy scene and brought the wrong kind of attention from the media.
After Thanksgiving dinner, the women decided to redo the restaurant, which brought contractor Antonio Billups back into Serena’s life since he’d been hired again, to oversee the renovations. Antonio intrigued her ever since they’d shared hot kisses in a room at the Westin hotel nearly two years ago. When he’d begun the initial work on the restaurant, Serena had thought she would’ve ended up in his bed by now, but Antonio pulled back. She felt as if he was hot and cold. Serena
had done what she normally does when she doesn’t get her way, tuned out emotionally—still, she wanted him and wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped up with Antonio.
Now that she would be in town she was going to get what she wanted from the sexy Mr. Billups. The thought of his naked body entwined with hers made her smile brightly as the photographer snapped a picture of the wedding party. She was definitely ready to head to Charlotte and oversee the renovation of the restaurant.
Antonio Billups yawned as he looked over the specs for Hometown Delights. He was set to start work on the restaurant when the owners returned from New York. Smiling, he thought about one of the owners in particular—Serena Jacobs. She had a killer body and lips that were soft like rose petals. But would she really fit into the life he had? He was a father first. Still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t a hot-blooded man who needed the comforts of a woman.
Could Serena offer him what he needed?
Looking out the window of his home office, Antonio thought back to the first moment he’d laid eyes on her.
She and Jade had met him at the property to talk about what renovations were needed before the restaurant could open. When Jade had gotten sick, Serena handled the meeting with
him and Norman Engles, his business partner. Her deep brown eyes had struck him first. Then she’d smiled at him with a mix of seduction and desire dancing on her face as she’d extended her well-manicured hand and said, “I’m Serena Jacobs and I look forward to doing business with you gentlemen.” Her voice had been melodic to his ears and his instant attraction to Serena had shocked him. It had been three years since he looked at a woman with lustful thoughts swirling in his head. Three years since his wife, Marian, had been killed in a collision with a drunk driver who was heading up the interstate going the wrong way.
But something in the way Serena Jacobs had looked at him awakened a dormant need. It had been a struggle for him to focus on business when he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from her long shapely legs. It was as if something else had taken control of him when he’d said, “I can bring you the contracts for the project this evening and we can discuss them over a drink.”
Norman had shot Antonio a stunned look. Asking a potential client out wasn’t his partner’s style, but he’d nodded approvingly at him when Serena had been talking to Jade on her cell phone.
“I was two seconds from doing that myself,” Norman had whispered to Antonio. “She’s a stone cold fox.”
“And about twenty years younger than you,” he’d replied to his partner as he patted the man’s beer belly.
Norman sucked his teeth. “Just because it’s snow on the roof don’t mean the fireplace doesn’t get hot. Just takes a little more time. I’m glad to see you coming out of the exile you put yourself in.”
Antonio had shrugged his shoulders. “All I did was ask the woman out for a drink.”
“I saw those looks you were giving her. This ain’t about contracts or a drink,” Norman had said.
Antonio had been about to deny what Norman had observed when Serena sauntered over to them and said, “I’ll be ready at eight to discuss the contracts and have that drink.” Her smile had caused an ache in his pants and swelling in his boxers.
“I look forward to it, Mrs. Jacobs,” he’d said.
“Please, call me Serena. Mrs. Jacobs was my grandmother,” she’d replied in a flirty tone.
Smiling, Antonio had nodded in reply. “All right, Serena. Where are we meeting?”
“I’m staying at the Westin down—I mean—Uptown. I hear they have a nice bar there,” Serena had said.
“Then I’ll see you at eight.” After they left, Antonio had headed home and called his sister-in-law, Casey, to watch A.J.
“What’s going on?” she’d asked him after agreeing to watch her nephew.
“I’m meeting with a client,” he’d replied, not wanting to tell his sister-in-law that he was meeting a woman. Though his wife had been dead for three years, he hadn’t been sure Casey would agree with him returning to the dating world.
Maybe she’d think he was betraying her sister and he hadn’t wanted to have that conversation with her.
“I’d love to watch A.J. Should I come over there?” she’d inquired.
“Sure, he’s getting ready to watch a movie on the Disney Channel. He’s had his dinner and don’t let him fool you into feeding him a bunch of ice cream before I get back.”
“All right.”
When Casey had arrived at his house, Antonio barely had said good-bye to her before he was out the door. His anticipation to see Serena had rendered him temporarily thoughtless. He’d sped from his northeast Charlotte home and arrived at The Westin in record time. The moment he’d stepped into the bar, Serena had met him, looking even more delicious in her black bandeau dress that skimmed her knees.
“It’s pretty loud in here,” she’d said. “Why don’t we head up to my room and look over those contracts?”
“Are you sure?” he’d asked, not certain he’d be able to go into Serena’s room and concentrate on business. Not the way she’d looked in that dress.
“Well, we can’t talk over that music nor can we worry about spilling drinks on those important papers,” she’d said, then ran her finger down his arm. Antonio had known Serena wanted to do more than talk business. Still, he’d followed her up to her room. Sure they’d gone over the contracts, but that took about twenty minutes, then she’d ordered drinks from room service and sat
on the bed beside him. Their conversation had been light, talking about Charlotte’s downtown area being called Uptown and how she got into the restaurant business.
She’d inched closer to him as he talked about how his company had worked on the Blake Hotel and helped turn the place into a boutique hotel that offered something different in the city. Serena had turned her head and their lips were inches from each other’s. Antonio had expected her to turn her head away, but she’d pressed her lips against his and kissed him with a scorching passion that sent chills up and down his spine. He’d returned the kiss with fervor and zest that had allowed him to release years of pent up emotions, pent up desire and passion. She had melted against his chest and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced against each other as Antonio had slipped his hand between her thighs.
Abruptly, he’d pulled back from her. “Whoa,” he’d said, feeling like a teenager sneaking around with a girl. “This can’t happen.”