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her up a bit.
 But it s still not good enough for you to want me all the
time, the man commented, stroking his manhood like he
was ready for more.
 Well, I like variety. It s the spice of life, Denim said,
blowing a smoke ring in his direction.
She wasn t really impressed with his sex game, but she d
take the cunnilingus any day. The last time they had fucked,
she felt him slipping out of her with every pump. That had
annoyed the shit out of her. Tonight, Denim had gotten what
she wanted& it was time.
 I guess that means you want me to leave, he said disap-
pointedly.
 You re a big time music producer. You can have any
woman you want. Would you really want me to lock you
down? Denim commented, throwing her beautifully sculpt-
ed caramel legs over the side of her huge custom made bed.
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 You re a fucking Black Widow. A nigga better be care-
ful not to catch feelings for you, the man grumbled as he
wrestled with his jeans.
 Don t be sore about it, at least I didn t kill you after-
wards. I had a good time and so did you. If you ever need
anything just call me, Denim called out from her bathroom
suite.
Chapter Four
Amare had gotten picked up for another day s work. He
drove the frost chipper across the huge expanse of land that
comprised Denim s estate. When he reached the back of the
house, he instinctively looked over at the patio doors. He
had developed a habit of doing that since that first day. He
was secretly hoping to get another glimpse of her. Amare
was sure that she had exposed herself to him the day she
stood at the doors, but then he started thinking he was crazy.
Obviously she was super rich, so why would she be looking
at him? he questioned.
He made his way around the estate. When he finally
pulled up to the front, he noticed her. His breath caught. He
thought his heart would stop. He watched as she sashayed
down the front steps. Damn, she is beautiful. She wore a
floor length Chinchilla coat, and her hair was flowing. Her
eyes were covered with oversized shades, and she seemed
to float as she walked with more confidence than Amare
had ever seen any woman exude. She looked like an angel
to him.
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He couldn t help but stare as she disappeared into the
backseat of one of her luxury cars. Amare continued to stare
as the driver pulled the car around the circular driveway and
headed out. The windows were tinted so dark he couldn t
tell if she could see him or not.
Denim removed her glasses and eyed the familiar worker
from the car. She got an even better look at him than before.
She decided right then and there that she would have him&
no matter what.
- § -
When Amare arrived at the Nelson estate the next day,
he was told by his boss that it was planting day. They would
place seeds deep in the ground, and by the first sign of
spring, beautiful flowers would emerge. Amare had been
glad to hear that, since he thought that his fat ass boss had
made him dig those trenches for nothing.
Amare and two other workers were assigned to the pool
deck again. Force of habit caused him to glance up at the
glass doors. This time, he was not disappointed.
 Oh shit, he whispered. There she stood, butt naked,
playing with herself.
Amare looked from left to right to make sure he wasn t
dreaming. He also wanted to see if anyone else noticed. The
other two men were oblivious; they were focused on get-
ting the job done. They spoke to each other in Spanish, and
weren t even paying attention.
Amare watched her for several minutes until she finally
smiled. He smiled in return. She closed her robe and slid
one of the doors open.
 Excuse me, can you help me with something? she
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called out, looking directly at Amare.
He looked around, confused. This time, she had gotten
the attention of all of the men. They all looked like they d
seen a ghost.
 You, in the black shirt, she called out to Amare.
The other men stretched their eyes wide. They had been
warned to stay away from the house. Amare put down his
seed spreader and walked toward the doors.
 Don t do it man, one of his co-workers said. Amare
ignored him and ambled forward.
 Hi, I m Denim Nelson. I need some help reaching
something upstairs, and my butler is out today, she lied,
smiling slyly.
 O...okay, I can probably help you, Amare stammered,
instantly regretting that he had disobeyed his boss warn-
ings.
He thought Denim was beautiful. She reminded him of a
lighter version of Naomi Campbell; her slanted cat eyes and
long hair the most striking resemblances.
 I have to hurry up, he said, his voice cracking. He
started thinking about his wife, and guilt crept up on him
like a ghost.
 Why? Did Stroikos tell you not to speak to me? Denim
asked, laughing.
 Yeah, how did you know? Amare asked, relaxing in
response to her laughter.
 That fat Greek bastard is just afraid I ll get someone to
replace him. He s afraid of his own shadow, she replied.
 If he fucks with you about this, you tell him I personally
requested you to fix something for me, she continued.
 I hope your request doesn t land me on the unemploy-
ment line, Amare commented.
 And if it does, I m sure I can find some odd jobs for
you, Denim said seductively. Her body was calling.  My
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problem is right up here, she said, leading Amare through
the house and up the stairs.
 Your house is off the chain, he complimented, look-
ing up at the expensive artwork and custom draperies. For-
get MTV cribs, Amare thought, her shit was straight out of
Forbes.
 Thanks, Denim replied.
Finally making it up to her bedroom, Amare stood at the
threshold in awe.  Damn, now this is a bedroom, he said,
looking into the huge suite.
 Come in, I won t bite unless you want me to, she said.
As soon as Amare stepped into the room, Denim wasted
no time. The overwhelming urge was welling up in her loins
and she wanted it satisfied.
 Here is what I needed you to reach, she said, dropping
her robe to reveal her exquisite body.
Amare furrowed his eyebrows. This was like some
shit out of a movie. This bitch must be crazy if she thinks
I m touching her. This is a set up. His mind raced, but he
couldn t will himself to turn and leave. She was absolutely
flawless. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, and her
breasts were so perfect, they sat up on her chest like they
were drawn on.
 What happened? You ve never seen a naked woman be-
fore. Oops, I m sorry. Are you gay? Denim said snidely.
 Look, I m not sure what you want, Ms. Nelson. Or,
why out of everyone, you chose me, but I can t&  Amare
started.
Denim rushed over to him. His mouth was open in mid-
sentence, so she took that as her opportunity to slip her
tongue between his lips. She grabbed him around the neck,
and thrust her tongue in and out of his mouth roughly. Her
hot breath sent stabs of heated sparks down Amare s spine
and into his toes. He tried to pull away, but Denim was
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determined. She released his neck and grabbed one of his
hands, placing it over one of her firm breasts.
 Touch me. I m not one to take no for an answer, she
wolfed out.
Amare s throat was desert dry. He swallowed hard as he
followed her lead and rubbed her breast.
 Good, Denim cooed.
His mind told him to run away and never come back, but
his body told him something totally different.
 What s your name? she whispered.
 Umm, Amare, he managed to say, embarrassed that his
dick was bulging through his jeans.
 Amare, I like that, Denim said, pulling his hand down
to her bare pussy.
 I don t think I should, he said, shaking his head from
left to right.
 Shhh, I already told you I m the only boss around here,
and I need you to do something for me.
 But why me? Amare asked as he felt his hand getting
wet from her juices.
 Because I always get what I want and, today, Amare,
that is you, Denim replied, dragging him by the arm to her
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