Because of You. Rochelle Alers

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СКАЧАТЬ wondering if she was aware of what a gift she would be to a man. She was pretty, smart and would enhance his image—but only if he wasn’t intimidated by her intelligence. It’d happened with his ex-brother-in-law, and no doubt it would happen again with other men with whom Aziza found herself involved.

      “Here comes your admirer,” he whispered when he spied the teammate, who was interested in Aziza.

      Aziza’s senses were on full alert when she saw him approach. He was at least six-foot-eight and as wide as a French-door refrigerator. His bright red hair and beard reminded her of the disgraced ex-baseball great Mark McGwire, but the resemblance ended with hair color. The behemoth heading toward her was a full head taller and outweighed her by at least two hundred pounds.

      He dipped his head and planted a noisy kiss on her cheek. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you.”

      Aziza went completely still, wondering what Alexander had told him about her. She wasn’t aware that she was staring, her mouth gaping. “It’s…it’s nice meeting you, too,” she gasped breathlessly when she’d recovered her voice. She offered her hand. His smile was so wide she could see his molars. “I’m Aziza.”

      A large hamlike hand rubbed his thigh before he extended his. “Trevor Butler.”

      She shook his hand. “It’s nice meeting you, Trevor.” Aziza knew it was time to end something before it even began. “Al mentioned that you wanted to take me out, but what he didn’t know is that I’m seeing someone.”

      Trevor’s face seemed to crumple like an accordion. “Is he here?”

      Aziza felt a wave of panic when she realized she had to back up her lie. If she was involved with someone, then it would make sense that they would spend New Year’s Eve together.

      “Yes, he is.” She took several steps from behind the large plant, her eyes scanning the crowd for Jordan. She spotted him standing off to the side, arms crossed over his chest. Raising her hand, she beckoned for him to come, sighing inwardly when he wove his way through swaying couples to close the distance between them.

      Looping her arm over the fabric of his sweater, she leaned in close to Jordan. “Baby, I don’t know if you know your cousin’s teammate, but this is Trevor Butler.” The two men exchanged handshakes.

      Jordan, who’d quickly picked up on Aziza calling him baby, followed her cue when he saw lust in the linebacker’s eyes. It was obvious he’d been coming onto her, and a quick glance at Alexander Fleming validated his suspicions. Wrapping his arm around Aziza’s waist, he pulled her close.

      “I didn’t get the chance to talk to you at the last party,” he admitted to Trevor, “but I want to congratulate you, because without your defense, you guys never would’ve made it to the Super Bowl.”

      Trevor’s expression brightened. “Thanks, man.” He nodded to Aziza. “Your lady is gorgeous.”

      “I think so, too,” Jordan countered without a bit of modesty. His fingers tightened on Aziza’s waist. “Come, baby. You did promise me one dance before we leave.” The tempo of the music had changed from upbeat to a slower rhythm.

      “Don’t you dare say anything,” Aziza cautioned quietly when Jordan pulled her close to his body.

      He pressed his mouth to her ear. “You owe me, baby.”

      “No, I don’t. You didn’t have to play along if you didn’t want to.”

      “I can always go back and tell Trevor that we just broke up.”

      “You wouldn’t dare.”

      Jordan smiled. “I dare, because I just saved your gorgeous behind from a man who was literally devouring you with his eyes.”

      “I don’t know why my brother didn’t tell him that I don’t date.”

      “Have you ever dated?”

      Aziza gave Jordan an incredulous stare. “Of course I’ve dated.” She and Lamar had dated each other.

      He stared back under lowered lids. “Why is it that you don’t date now?”

      “I have a problem with trust.”

      “You don’t trust men?”

      She nodded.

      “Does it have anything to do with your suit?”

      A beat passed before Aziza said, “It goes deeper than that.”

      Jordan’s expressive eyebrows lifted a fraction. “A bad relationship?”

      Aziza’s eyelids fluttered. “How about a bad marriage?”

      Her revelation that she’d been married rendered Jordan silent, and for the first time in a very long time he was at a loss for words. He, who’d earned his living debating and negotiating, was suddenly speechless.

      “I’m sorry, Zee.”

      “I’m not, Jordan. I’m just glad I got out of it before it was too late.”

      “You’re going to have to trust me if you want my help with your case.”

      “A professional relationship is very different from a personal one. What we’ll have is the former.”

      “I promise not to cross the line,” Jordan said, when it was the opposite of what he wanted to do.

      He liked Aziza because she was easy to talk to, straightforward, feisty and funny—a winning combination. She hadn’t freaked out or gone ballistic when he’d kissed her, and although she’d used him to parry Trevor Butler’s romantic notions, she’d managed to let the man down while not destroying his pride. Aziza had admitted she didn’t trust men, but it was obvious she didn’t hate them either.

      He’d met women who’d complained about dating men who were misogynists, but he could say the same thing about women who were man-haters.

      “Your promises aren’t worth the breath it takes to make them. What about my caviar? You weren’t very nice when you made a big show of eating it in my face.”

      Jordan buried his face in her fragrant hair. “I told you that I’ll buy you a tin.”

      “And I told you I don’t need a tin of caviar, Jordan. I don’t eat it that often or give dinner parties where I can serve it to my guests.”

      “I’ll eat it.”

      Aziza missed a step but Jordan tightening his hold around her waist kept her from losing her balance. “You’re going to eat my caviar?”

      “Yep. You can it serve whenever we get together to go over your case. We’re going to have to meet at your office, because if you come to mine then you’ll become a client of Chatham and Wainwright.”

      “I work out of my home.”

      Jordan’s smile was dazzling. “Then I’ll come to your home. Unless…”

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