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“Not your traditional inspirational romance novel”
Copyright © 2005 by Suprina Frazier Author contact info: email@example.com
What does an up and coming model/actress have in common with a thug/hustler like Bonz? One dead brother, a lot of unanswered questions, and explosive passion. Aisha Norwood is on a mission to find out who killed her brother. She will stop at nothing to make that person pay dearly for her loss. If only the prime suspect wasn’t so sexy and just so…so wonderful. Gregory ‘Bonz’ Forsyth has everything he could ever want. And yet his life is drier than a desert. He needs something…someone to bring the rain. He had no idea that with that special someone a monsoon would come, changing his whole life forever.
Though Aisha had been warned about Bonz’s attractiveness, she had no idea that he would be this stunning in person. Berry was right. Bonz did have the kind of looks that garnered attention from both genders. No doubt those looks also garnered their fair share of jealousy, too, as evident by Jarrett’s current scowl as he looked from Aisha to Bonz and back again. Okay, pull yourself together, girl, Aisha told herself. He’s just a man. When she went on to remind herself that Bonz was the man that killed her brother, she regained her full composure. With thoughts of Dominic empowering her, Aisha dragged her attention away from Bonz. It wasn’t good for her to admire the enemy’s assets for too long. She might start to like him. Aisha couldn’t afford to do that. Now if only her pulse would return to normal. She took a deep breath to help it along. “Do you think wolves can be tamed, Jarrett?” Aisha asked, giving him her attention again. Jarrett returned to wiping down the counter. “Yes, but not by innocent little lambs like yourself,” he replied, trying to deter any interest she might have in Bonz. Though Jarrett clearly didn’t stand a chance with Aisha himself, he’d rather see her with any other man on the planet than the one that just walked into the club. Bonz went through women faster than a car at a drivethrough. Jarrett didn’t want a classy woman like Aisha to become just another notch on some drug dealer’s belt, even if the man did own part of this club and thus was one of his bosses. “But what if this little lamb suddenly became a fierce lioness?” Aisha countered, taking another deep breath. “People can change, you know. Plus, people aren’t always what they seem.” Aisha spoke from the heart with that last statement. She wasn’t nearly as innocent as Jarrett painted her to be. Some of the things she’d done in her twenty-six years would probably make him blush. She’d had her own fair share of lovers, was a member of the mile high club, and was as adventurous as they came in the bedroom. “Yes, people can change, Aisha,” Jarrett said, propping his elbows upon the bar. “And yes, many aren’t what they appear to be. But some people only change for the worse. And some of them are exactly what they appear
to be.” He leaned closer to her, lowered his voice and added for her ears only, “Don’t let anyone make you into something you were never meant to be, Aisha.” If Jarrett’s grandfather was alive to hear him now, he’d be so proud. Thinking about his grandfather caused Jarrett to remember that he hadn’t called his grandmother in a while. He made a mental note to do that very soon. “You’re so sweet,” Aisha said, truly touched by Jarrett’s concern for her. She was so touched that she got out of character for a brief moment and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek. *** Across the room, Bonz and his group settled into their usual northwest corner VIP booth. They were the ultimate preferred customers since two of them owned the place and since they were such great tippers. As a result, waitresses secretly fought to service their booth. Tonja, tonight’s lucky waitress, had watched the door like a hawk all evening. Then as soon as the VIP’s arrived, she rushed over to their booth and waited with her order pad in hand, a wide smile on her face. For that kind of diligence, Tonja received a large pre-drink tip from Bonz who was the most generous of his crew. After their drink orders had been taken, Bonz watched the shapely waitress sashay back towards the bar area. He loved the female form. He tried to partake of it as much as possible, as many times as possible. The only reason he hadn’t had Tonja in his bed yet was because he never slept with employees. It was bad for business. Suddenly something else caught Bonz’s attention. Or rather someone else. The most beautiful woman Bonz had ever seen in his life was kissing Jarrett aka College Boy Floyd on the cheek. Bonz gave him that nickname because Jarrett was only bartending to help pay for medical school expenses. Usually Jarrett waited until he was off-duty to smooch with some honey, only engaging in harmless flirting while on the clock. Yet when Bonz saw how gorgeous the woman was, he understood the bartender’s haste. His relaxation of company policy. Why wait until after you were off the clock to be kissed by a woman like that? A woman like that was worth getting into a little trouble for.
What Bonz didn’t understand was the sledgehammer of jealousy that rocked his soul right after the mystery woman gave Jarrett that kiss. Why did it matter to him who she was kissing? She wasn’t his woman. He didn’t even know her. Unable to tear his eyes away from the bar area, Bonz watched as the mystery woman then blessed Jarrett with a tender smile that included two delectable dimples. He felt hot, then cold, and suddenly warm all over. His fingertips tingled. If somebody had asked Bonz his name right now, he wouldn’t have been able to recall it. Right now he was more concerned about her name. Who was she? Where she did come from? Was all that hair real? What Bonz wouldn’t do to have the dimple-faced woman look at him like that. Why can’t I have that? Bonz suddenly decided. He was used to getting everything he wanted now anyway. He wasn’t that impoverished boy from the hood anymore. He was a grown man with more money than he could spend in a lifetime. Why not shoot for the moon while he still could? “I forgot to order one last thing,” Bonz told his companions. “I’ll be right back.” He stood to his feet. It was easy for him to leave the booth since he always sat on the outer edge. E-Blade, one of Bonz’s partners in crime, put a hand on his arm to halt him. “You ain’t got to do that, man. Let one of these chicken heads get it for you,” he said. “Considering all the loot we spent on them so far today, it’s about time they started earning their keep anyway,” he added, further degrading the women in their midst. Though the women scowled at E-Blade in return, he gave them a look that said, ‘You better choose what you care about the most – your feelings or your pocketbook’. With rent to pay and groceries to buy, the ladies quickly got back in line. “Nah, I got it,” Bonz said, drawing E-Blade’s attention back his way. “This is one drink I’m going to get for myself.”
The closer Bonz got to his mystery woman, the more excited he became. Yet he couldn’t show it. No, he was too cool for that. Too strong. Even if he wasn’t, there were too many witnesses around. And one thing Bonz cared a lot about was his reputation. Sometimes a man’s reputation was all he had left in the world. Thus, it was a very valuable commodity, especially on the hard streets of Enfield. And like a valuable commodity, it had to be protected. Guarded at all costs. “What’s poppin’, Bonz?” an attractive female asked as he passed by. Open interest leaped in her eyes like salmons swimming upstream. “Nothing much,” Bonz replied, barely looking over his shoulder at the woman. He didn’t have time to socialize. He was a man on a mission. Ten more steps and I’m there, Bonz mused, estimating the distance left between him and…his destiny? *** Aisha knew the moment Bonz came in their midst. Not only did Jarrett’s friendly eyes suddenly become unreadable, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Aisha thought it ironic to have captured her target’s attention when she hadn’t even been trying to at the time. “Excuse me, Miss. But may I have the honor of buying you another drink?” Bonz asked, standing right behind her. So he’s a thug with a library card, huh? Aisha mused, noting how articulate and polite Bonz sounded. It irritated her that he was not what she expected even in the tiniest way. Wanting to make him pay for her irritation, Aisha pretended she hadn’t heard Bonz. Besides, she would not jump to any man’s attention, especially not this one. That turned out to be a huge mistake on Aisha’s part. Her pretense caused Bonz to lean in closer. Soon her nostrils were filled with his tantalizing masculine scent. Now she wished she’d thought to bring along an extra pair of underwear. Who knew she’d be this attracted to her enemy? “May I have the privilege of having your glass refilled?” Bonz asked, only inches away from her ear.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were talking to me,” Aisha lied, turning her head slightly to face him. She took a deep breath to calm down her galloping heart, because the man was even more gorgeous at close range. It ought to be a crime to look that good. Panning the faces of women around Aisha revealed disappointment and envy. They wished Bonz was talking to them. Yet it was obvious whom he was interested in. Ever since Bonz stepped up to the bar, he’d only had eyes for Aisha. Even before then. Bonz issued Aisha a smile that lit up his whole face. “Of course, I’m talking to you. You’re the sexiest woman in this club tonight,” he said, still speaking at close range. He seemed reluctant to move away. “By the way, everybody calls me Bonz,” he added, finally standing upright again. Aisha inhaled sharply at that smile, feeling as if she’d just been given a precious gift. She had. Bonz hardly ever smiled and when he did, it never quite reached his eyes. Tonight’s smile reached clear up to his forehead. Aisha stilled herself against that potent beam and the fiery attraction that threatened to overtake her because of it. She hated herself for desiring Bonz, for wanting to see how that caramel skin of his tasted, for wanting to run her hands across his perfectly shaped head and trace his neatly trimmed sideburns with her fingertips. For throbbing with heat just from looking at him. “Thanks for the compliment and the drink offer, Bonz,” Aisha finally said, withholding her name as she gave him a fierce, yet well-practiced smile of her own. “But you see, I’ve just met my limit. One glass of wine and I’m fine. Two, I forget where I left my shoes. And three…well, let’s just say that I forget all about my Christian upbringing after three drinks and leave it at that,” she concluded with a lighthearted chuckle that sounded amazingly genuine. Aisha could have patted herself on the back for that last comment. What bad boy could resist a good Christian woman? Getting a lady like that made a man feel like his sins weren’t all that bad. That he wasn’t all that bad. Yet Aisha being a Christian or even having a Christian upbringing was the farthest thing from the truth. Yes, she had a good upbringing, but it wasn’t necessarily a Christian one. Her parents hadn’t pushed religion on her nor wanted to. After being married to a judgmental and often hypocritical Christian like Daddy Burgess, Aisha’s mother didn’t want anything to do with God for a very long while. However, during the days of her sickness Alyce seemed to
have made peace with her Maker. At least that’s what Evander told Aisha before he died two years later. Unlike her mother, Aisha wasn’t interested in making peace with anyone. In fact, she was trying her hardest to disturb a particular person’s peace tonight. Aisha planned to make Bonz want her so badly that he couldn’t sleep, eat, or think straight for years to come. Perhaps he will even commit suicide and do the whole world a favor, Aisha mused. Her thoughts revealed the depths of her bitterness, despite the fact that her face remained neutral. “Maybe next time then,” Bonz said, pushing past her rejection. A touch of resolution was in his voice, as if he was positive that there would be a next time between them. “Maybe,” Aisha replied. She gave him the warmest smile she could summon up, considering the fact that he contributed to her brother’s death and possibly so many others before him. The fact that Bonz was so devastatingly handsome still had Aisha unsettled. Things would have been a lot easier for her if he looked like the monster that he was on the inside. Shoot, the man didn’t even talk like a regular thug, much less acted like one. Feeling the need to escape and regroup, Aisha turned to Jarrett. “Thanks for being such good company, but they’re playing my song right now and I must dance. After all, that’s one of the main reasons I came here tonight.” “You’re going to dance alone, Aisha?” Jarrett looked thoroughly intrigued. He’d never seen a woman turn down anything from Bonz before. “Yes, alone, Jarrett.” Aisha chuckled. “I don’t need a partner to have fun.” She rose from the stool with her purse in hand. Then to prove her point, Aisha began to sway to the beat of the current song right where she stood. Bonz and Jarrett couldn’t help but smile at her boldness. At her ability to be that comfortable in her own skin no matter where she was. Bonz, in particular, looked like he wanted to sop her up with a biscuit. Aisha continued to danced by herself from the bar area all the way to the dance floor on the northeast side of the room. So her name is Aisha, huh? Aisha, Aisha, Aisha, Bonz mused, committing that name to memory. He would not soon forget it. ***
“Is that you?” Bonz asked Jarrett without taking his eyes off of Aisha’s sensual frame. The fluent way she moved was enough to have him fantasizing about her for months to come. One of those fantasies would involve him licking honey off that flawless back of hers. Correction, off her whole body. “I wish she was mine,” Jarrett reluctantly replied, hesitant to admit that Aisha was fair game. However, one look at the hungry expression on Bonz’s face and it was obvious that he would have gone after her no matter whose woman she was. “Some men wish. Some men make things happen,” Bonz said arrogantly, finally turning to face the bartender. “Open up a bar tab for her. Every time she orders anything, refuse her money and tell her all of her drinks are on me.” “But what if she refuses?” Jarrett secretly hoped she would every time. “She won’t,” Bonz replied confidently. He reached into his wallet and retrieved a wad of cash. “This is for your trouble, College Boy Floyd.” He threw a stack of twenties on the counter, then turned around and walked off without another word. I wonder what ‘does’ happen to Aisha after three drinks, Bonz found himself thinking as he made his way back over to his friends. At the bar, Jarrett frowned so hard that his face hurt. He’d never felt such hatred for another human being in his life. Who did Bonz think he was? Moreover, who did Bonz think Jarrett was? Aisha’s pimp? I don’t need money for school this bad, Jarrett mused, turning to put the wad of cash in the register instead of in his tip pocket. Starting tomorrow, I’m looking for another job, he decided. *** Sipping his drink slowly, Bonz kept a watchful eye on Aisha while trying to maintain decent conversations with the people around him. Good thing he was a multi-tasker. Bonz also deemed it a good thing that the dance floor was elevated. He could see Aisha clearly from his seat. Allowing his imagination to run wild for a moment, Bonz imagined the dance floor was a stage where Aisha was performing a private dance just for him. The fact that she kept facing this way only added to his fantasy. His desire for her.
Was Aisha deliberately trying to get his attention? If so, she definitely had it. Now that she did, what did she want him or them to do about it? Bonz was highly tempted to go on the dance floor and ask her. Yet he refrained out of respect for his current date. Instead he just continued to watch Aisha from afar. That’s right, baby, dip low, Bonz mused, following the drop of Aisha’s hips as she danced alone to an upbeat tune. Now let me see you shake it. As if she could read his mind, Aisha began to bounce her shapely bottom in a provocative move that had Bonz literally aching in his seat. His fingers and toes radiated with the heat of his need. Suppressing a moan, he took a long swig of his drink. “Bonz, you want to dance?” Co-co asked, noticing how often his attention went to the dance floor. “What?” Bonz blinked rapidly to refocus. “Dance? Nah, I’ll pass.” He couldn’t have gotten up from his seat right now if he wanted to. He was too aroused. His pants didn’t fit right anymore. Plus, if he got anywhere close to that dance floor right now, he’d be all over Aisha, not Co-co. Co-co shrugged. “Fine with me. I wanted to keep getting my drink on anyway.” “Right.” Bonz’s lips went into a straight line. If Co-co wasn’t so fine, he would dismiss her right now for being such a lush. Putting his own drink aside, Bonz vowed to remain clear-headed just in case he got the opportunity to exchange Co-co for an even finer woman tonight. By now it was obvious who that finer woman was – Aisha. ***** If you liked this excerpt and want to purchase Enticing Mr. Wrong in its entirety, click on the link below: http://www.lulu.com/content/1319100
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