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“I hate being hot.” Tammy complained while leaning against a wall one night. She reached down into one over-the-elbow glove to roll up her shirtsleeve, and then did the same with the other. Below the dirty white, she exposed the most delicious, chocolate skin. Lucious studied, her long, delicate neck, and her pointed chin. These slivers of glistening flesh looked like melting chocolate as she sighed and went back to work. Lucious told himself to man up. He went back to his task but said to her, “Then why do you work in a hot ass brick oven? Everybody knows you don’t have to. Sit back and let your Daddy’s money do the work.” Her mouth, a small, perfect heart with puffy lips, tilted up at one end as she continued to work. “I can’t stand being hot,” she repeated. Something about that smile. Yep, there was something about that smile. The power of his attraction surprised him. He hadn’t yet decided if he was attracted to her. Oh, she looked good enough. Her body was banging. No doubt about that. He’d seen her leave work enough times after she’d showered in the locker room and changed into street clothes to tell him that. She almost always changed into jeans and a snug tank top. White or black. She wore heels. She had sexy bowed hips, a plump ass, narrow waist, soft, sexy breasts, and perfect skin so damn dark and shiny that he had a cock stand every time he thought about it. She had silky black hair that fell just below her shoulders and framed the face that caused all the trouble. Her face was heart-shaped and sweet with large black eyes. She had that small mouth with impossibly lush lips. The tip of her nose deserved a kiss for a greeting. Hell yeah, Loosh was attracted.
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