Excerpt
Copyright 2021 Louise Lennox
My daughter is my entire world, but my father views her birth as a blemish on my record. He
loves Gabrielle and treats her like spun silk. But whenever I talk of taking over the family
business, he mentions the circumstances of her birth and accuses me of poor judgement. And
because I still wet my wick more often than my father likes, he thinks I haven’t changed.
I need to prove to him I am more than a pretty face for the cameras and women to love. I can
run the business. Closing this deal in America will show him that.
However, coming to SAX Lounge before I head home and being loudly called an asshole by one
of the most beautifully ballsy women I’ve ever seen will not.
She is breathtaking… whoever she is.
She’s taller than most women, but still at least a full foot shorter than me. Her legs went on
forever in that dress and her skin is the color of browned butter. It looked smooth and touchable.
She wore little make-up and when she spoke to me, her full lips begged me for a kiss.
I almost obliged them. But I can’t take chances like that. I’m in America, but that kiss could end
up all over the French tabloids before I landed back home. Plus, I don’t know her angle. She
could be just as predatory and traitorous as Gabrielle’s mother, Eve.
I need to feel her out; to get her close and away from the crowd… on the dance floor.
I didn’t notice her at first, which is probably a good thing. If I had, I would have charmed her until
I talked her right out of what I imagine being very sexy panties. Instead, I was accosted by one
of the many groupies I tried to shake off when I entered the bar. I can’t believe women over here
even know who I am, but I should have known better.
Gold diggers do their research.
But the feisty woman at the bar doesn’t strike me as a groupie. Everything about her screamed
refinement and respect.
She looked moved like she commands any room she enters.
Her eyes were an intense chocolate brown with specks of gold that demanded my attention.
Her ebony hair swung confidently down her back as she walked away. And that ass… C’est
manifique!
Meeting her made my decision to get my own drinks for the night a worthy one.
When our drinks got mixed up, I wanted to play with her. I knew she was there first; I should
have given her the drinks, but I wanted a reason to talk to her. Plus, I didn’t like her answer
when I asked a favor.
I really needed to go. Leaving my cousin Kwame alone too long in a place like this is not a good
idea. He’s a magnet for mischief and trouble. Her defiance made my dick throb, but it also made
me want to discipline her. I can’t be told what to do and when she begs me to fuck her, because
she will, she will learn she can’t boss me around.
Which is what I’m sure she does to everyone else in her life.
So instead of getting on my plane, I am planning how to get her into my bed.
Another night in D.C. won’t be bad at all if I have her shapely legs wrapped around my waist.
Gabrielle is at Disneyland Paris with her maternal grandmother for the week, so I can spend an
extra day here to have some fun with the mystery woman.
When she called me a fucking asshole, I wanted to take her pretty mouth and cleanse it of those
filthy words. But I held myself, which is a feat. I usually take what I want. No one speaks to me
with such disrespectful words. But if I have my way, she will apologize through multiple
orgasms.
When I reach the booth Kwame secured for us, I slide his drink to him, but he barely registers
my presence. He’s wrangled three women, and they are all practically naked and chomping at
his rich bit. I do not have time for this. One woman licks her lips and gives me a look that says I
can do anything I want to her… for the right price. But that’s not what I’m looking for.
Tonight, I want the woman who I’m pretty sure won’t do whatever I want without being perfectly
persuaded. I want the woman who had the gall to call me an asshole.
“You all look cozy.” I shoot Kwame a look, and he squirms. My plan was to keep a low profile,
and this is the exact opposite. “If I knew we were having company, I would have ordered more
drinks.”
The women smile, and Kwame laughs nervously.
“No worries, cousin, this is VIP. Bottle service will start soon. Why don’t you sit down and join
us? The ladies were just telling me about their favorite places to visit in D.C.”
“Yes.” The lip-licker purrs while patting a space beside her. “Why don’t you come and take a
seat next to me.”
I conjure up the best smile I can. “No, I don’t think so. I’m actually looking for a friend.” Her face
drops, and I can see the flash of annoyance in her eyes. She’s used to men just falling face-first
into her fake cleavage. But I am not most men.
“Kwame, I will check on you later.”
He doesn’t protest, but I know he’s annoyed. I doubt he will keep those ladies interested without
the major cash cow in the booth. But that’s his problem. And so is drinking.
Kwame drinks and gambles way too much. He boasts about power and money that he does not
have. And he’s always dragging me into foolishness. I’m practically his babysitter, but tonight I
have other plans. I have a woman to find.
I stop by the bar to grab another drink. Hennessey neat. I scan the lounge, and it doesn’t take
me long to find her. She is sitting in a booth on the opposite side of the bar, holding court with
two women.
She looks even more beautiful, relaxed and with her girls. The two women with her are also
beautiful but can’t hold a candle next to her. She reminds me of a young Diahann Carroll. Her
deep golden skin shimmers under the lights, making her beauty stand front and center. They
are celebrating something. I hear her table scream congratulations as they toast their glasses.
Now is as good a time as any to introduce myself.
About Louise Lennox
Contemporary romance Author Louise Lennox is a hopeful romantic writing steamy romances
full of heart and healing.
A Spelman College and Georgetown University graduate, Louise provides women with diverse
and meaningful representation in romance novel pages. Not seeing enough women like herself
headlining positive love stories, she launched #HappyBlackRomance; a community of readers
and writers committed to the creation and sharing of positive romance stories featuring Black
heroines.
Louise Lennox plots highlight the joys of Black relationships across the diaspora; pushing
readers from all cultural backgrounds to admire them for their strength and downright
sexiness. In her novels sparks always fly; the sex amazes; and the characters always leave the
world better than they found it through their love.
When she’s not writing, Louise is enjoying her work as a school leader, wife, and mother of the
two cutest dragons to ever walk the earth!
To learn more about #HappyBlackRomance and to score a free book or two, check out her
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