WHAT I WANT
"This book was refreshing with lots of twists and turns. I like when I don't expect to see something coming in a book and it catches me off guard. The characters were very well written. In the male character you will find a sensitive and naive side; however, the sisters are strong. It was a shame to know that a once close bond between sisters can fall apart because of a man. This is the kind of thing that can happen in real life, and watching it unfold will capture your attention. The author's writing will make you feel like you're right there, watching everything take place."
-–Barbara for Romance Novels in Color
“This needs to be quick. I’ve got things to do,” Naomi said to herself as she got out of her car. After locking the vehicle, she walked toward the entrance of the dealership where she saw the finest black man she’d ever laid eyes on leaning against an equally beautiful Jaguar. She knew it was the one Synithia had picked out because her friend had talked endlessly about getting one in that beautiful shade of blue. Naomi figured the man was waiting for Synithia, but she allowed only a fleeting moment of concern for her best friend’s whereabouts. As she walked closer to the man who had straightened up to greet her, Naomi couldn’t determine if her mind or her body wanted to meet him the most. She purposefully slowed her pace, threw her shapely hips out a little farther with each step, and smiled slightly.
Zero love doesn’t mean a sister can’t flirt a little.
“Hello. Welcome to Brinson Jaguar.” The black Adonis extended his hand as Naomi stopped her hip toss three-feet in front of him. She accepted his hand and immediately experienced an electric shock. “Oh, I’m sorry. I must have been dragging my feet on the carpet inside.” Xavier showed Naomi all the pearls in his wide, full mouth.
“Not a problem,” Naomi said. Xavier held her hand a little too long. Naomi made a conscious effort to pull it away from him. “I’m meeting Synithia Wright here. Could you direct me to the person helping her?” Naomi tried not to stare, but her eyes went rogue as they made a quick sweep of Xavier’s long, muscular frame. She’d always had an affinity for dark-skinned brothers with shaved heads.
“Actually, I’m the one assisting Ms. Wright. I’m Xavier Brinson.”
Naomi’s eyes found their way back to Xavier’s face and lingered on the curves of his sensuous lips. “Brinson? The owner?” she asked the questions to his penetrating coal black eyes. Naomi parted her lips slightly to release some of the tension building inside her chest and between her legs.
“That’s right. Well, second generation. My dad and mom opened this place,” Xavier said. Naomi was forcing herself to breathe. “Are you a relative of Ms. Wright’s? I know sometimes our single female customers like to have a family member present when they sign on the dotted line.”
“No…well, I guess you could say we’re practically family. We grew up together. She’s my best friend.” As the words left her mouth, Naomi’s head cleared and she realized the spectacle she was making of herself by acting like she had never seen a man before. Well, it had been a while since she’d come across one she would be willing to see more of. “I’m Naomi Duff, Mr. Brinson. And, yes, I am here to provide Synithia with emotional support. But, I see you’ve got the car ready for her. Am I too late to hold her hand?”
“No, you’re right on time,” Xavier said. “Ms. Wright got a little nervous and ran off to the bathroom. She’s been in there for almost twenty minutes. I was about to have one of the receptionists go in after her.”
“So it’s that bad?” Naomi asked.
“I’m afraid so.” Xavier’s smile spread across his face, distracting Naomi again.
You’re not here to be cheesing and grinning in this fine ass man’s face, Naomi, she said to herself. Get a grip, girl.
“If you’ll just point me in the right direction, I will retrieve Synithia from her hiding place.”
As Naomi tore her eyes away from Xavier to follow where his finger was pointing, she spotted Synithia walking toward them. Naomi took the opportunity, before Xavier turned back around to face her and before Synithia reached them, to allow herself one final lingering look at the man. He was elegant, and there was something alluring about him. Xavier was the kind of man Naomi wanted to go home to after she’d accomplished every task on her five year plan.
“There she is,” Naomi stated has she diverted her eyes just when Xavier turned to look at her again.
Synithia walked slowly toward the handsome couple. She’d witnessed Naomi’s attempt to secretly molest Xavier with her eyes. Synithia felt a slight twinge of jealousy when she saw Xavier with Naomi. She had felt special when Xavier sat down to talk to her about her concerns, but then she knew that his input was necessary to close the deal. Besides, she couldn’t see a man like that having a sincere interest in her. She was not cut from the same silky material Naomi Duff was. Synithia felt lucky to have had the few men she’d been with in her thirty-one years. Even the crazy ones.
As she came closer, Synithia made a point of memorizing Naomi’s body language so she could accurately describe to Naomi later how she had shamefully thrown herself at poor Mr. Brinson. They did look nice together. Naomi was obviously attracted to him, but Synithia knew she would vehemently deny it. Synithia began to consider how she could get Naomi and Xavier together.
“Hey, girl, are you all right?” Naomi asked. She struggled to keep her eyes off of Xavier.
“Hey. Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a few butterflies to calm. You know how bad my nerves get when I make big decisions.”
Naomi knew that “bad nerves” was code for panic attacks, and she instantly slid into a pit of guilt over the time she’d spent ogling the dealer instead of looking for her friend.
“We were just on our way to get you,” Xavier said. He dangled a key in front of Synithia. “You ready to take her out?”
“Actually,” Synithia walked to the back door of the car, “I’ve already driven a friend’s Jag, so I was thinking that you could drive and show me all the bells and whistles. We’ll let Naomi ride in front because she hasn’t been in a Jag before.”
Naomi threw her head up after looking down at her bare legs. She’d silently chided herself when she remembered she hadn’t put on another pair of hose. With her eyes on her friend, Naomi searched for the answer to why Synithia was lying to Xavier. The only reason Synithia wanted the car was because Naomi’s mom got one for Christmas.
“Well, if that’s what you want, we can do it that way.” Xavier opened the back door for Synithia then walked around the car to open the front passenger door. “Ms. Duff.”
Naomi attempted to melt the glass with her eyes as she glared at Synithia threw the windshield on her way to the other side of the vehicle. “Thank you, Mr. Brinson.”
“No problem,” Xavier said.
Naomi watched Xavier walk back to the driver’s side as she settled into the soft leather. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Synithia hit the back of her seat.
“Don’t you even try to say you don’t like him. That boy is fine,” Synithia said as she slid into the seat behind Naomi.
“Stop it. I’m gonna get you for this.” Naomi squeezed the words out through clinched teeth and a fake smile.
“Okay, ladies. Here we go,” Xavier said after settling into his seat.
He began his sales pitch as soon as the engine turned over. That was also when Naomi turned off all access to outside sound and turned up the volume on her heart hurling itself against her chest. While Xavier explained the navigation system, Naomi went to battle with her growing attraction to the man sitting next to her who smelled as good as he looked. She noticed his face was smooth, as if he’d recently shaved. She figured he had a full-size bathroom in his office and found time to attend to himself during the day. Naomi was wondering if Xavier had a full-size couch in his office, too, when Synithia tapped her on the shoulder. She handed Naomi a folded handkerchief.
“For the dribble in the corner of your mouth,” Synithia said. “It’s just a little something. You can barely see it.” Synithia snickered as she sat back in her seat.
“Thanks. I appreciate that,” Naomi said.
Xavier had picked up on something weird going on between the women and realized that neither was really interested in the intricacies of the vehicle. He decided to drop his pitch and drive out a little farther than he normally did on a test drive to allow them to experience the car with their own senses. He cut sharp corners close, drove faster than usual, and made sudden stops. After a while, both women seemed mesmerized. He noticed Naomi was continuing to steal glances at him has she had the moment she stepped out of her Mercedes.
“So what do you think, Ms. Duff? Can I get you out of that Mercedes and into one of these sleek numbers today?” Xavier tilted his head forward and stared at Naomi seductively.
“Uh, no. I’m fine with my car.” Naomi felt her body warming up. She also felt an urge to leap from the car as it came to a stop outside of the dealership. Naomi wondered if Synithia’s panic disorder was rubbing off on her. “But it’s nice and it’s a smooth ride. Right, Synithia? You’re pleased, huh?”
Synithia only smiled and relished in the rare opportunity to see Naomi squirm.
“Yeah, she looks happy. So you guys just need to sign the papers, right?” Naomi asked.
“Yes. That’s if Ms. Wright is ready?” Xavier pried his eyes away from Naomi to look back at his customer.
“I’m absolutely ready now, Mr. Brinson,” Synithia said. Her eyes twinkled with the knowledge of the mutual attraction brewing between the two people seated in front of her.
“Well, that sounds great, Synithia, so I’m going to go. I don’t think you need me anymore. I’ll see you tonight.” Naomi hustled out of the Jaguar. She almost slammed into Xavier on her way past him.
“It was nice meeting you, Ms. Duff. I hope I have the pleasure again.” Xavier pulled a business card out of his breast pocket and held it out to her.
“Thanks,” Naomi said. She accepted the card then stumbled back to her vehicle.
Synithia smiled wickedly as she waved to Naomi’s dust.
“Is she going to be okay?” Xavier asked.
“Yeah,” Synithia chuckled. “Her nerves are just bad.”