Theirs to Play by Kenya Wright

played on the computers.
    Sighing, I did my best to keep my eyes open, because every time I closed my eyes all I dreamed about was making love. Those hot dreams started after Freddy’s date. Even though I’d insulted him, there was no denying he made me crazy hot. His story about his mother dying gave me a deeper look into the actual man and not his ego. Even his stories about the rich provided me with fun insights about him.
    If he wasn’t a pig, he would be awesome to date.
    And then there was Max. His confession about his gambling addiction rubbed me raw inside. He looked like a man standing on a ledge with no one to help him in sight. He was scared. I could see it in his eyes and in the outline of his face. He knew he was going downhill, but wasn’t sure of how to stop. Although Freddy had still been in my mind, I’d kissed Max because I felt bad for him.
    But who would’ve guessed that Max was an excellent kisser?
    He commanded my mouth. Owned it. Devoured me and made it so hard to break away. He was all-consuming, too much to deal with and too damn much to take. I knew that a heart break from him would rock my system into upheaval.
    I had to get out of that situation as soon as I could.
    Ridiculous. Being around those two were a bad idea. I’m more horny than before hanging with them.
    A black man walked up to me. “Ms. Dawn Hampton.”
    “Yes?” I lifted my head.
    “Mr. Knoll would like you to answer this.” He handed me a thin phone and walked off without getting a response.
    Which brother is this, Max or Freddy? Which one do I want on the line? It doesn’t matter. They both got under my skin.
    I placed the phone next to my ear. “Hello?”
    “I miss you.” Freddy’s deep voice flowed over the line and shuddered through me.
    “It’s only been a week and we barely know each other,” I whispered.
    “I wouldn’t mine learning some more. What are you doing tonight?”
    “I’m busy.” I looked around the library. “Are you in here? How did you know where to find me?”
    “You’re busy? Who do you have plans with?”
    “None of your business.”
    “Trust me. It is.”
    “Have a nice life, Freddy. I’m not interested in playing any more games.”
    “The game is over.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes, Dawn. Trust me. Dinner tonight would be about you and I getting together and learning more about each other.”
    “Why?”
    “You intrigue me. You’re intoxicating. If I don’t consume you, I think I’ll die.”
    I cupped my hand over my face. “Is that a nice way of saying you want to fuck me?”
    “I’ll be doing more than fucking you tonight.”
    My heartbeats increased. “I’m busy.”
    “Cancel.”
    “I’m not going to—”
    He hung up. The dial tone sounded in my ear. Footsteps thumped on the carpet on my right. I looked and saw Freddy heading my way. He wore dark blue jeans and a white shirt that fit his muscles well and screamed designer. Those green eyes brightened as they focused on me while I concentrated on breathing and not passing out from shock.
    This cannot happen. I have to get rid of him.
    I got up. “What are you doing here?”
    “Coming to pick you up for tonight.”
    “I’m not going.”
    “Would it help if I lowered to my knees and said please?” He started to go down.
    I hit his shoulder. “Stop that. You’re embarrassing me.”
    He dragged his gaze over my body. “You look beautiful.”
    “Whatever.” I wore black yoga pants and a shirt with Star War’s Yoda flipping the bird on the front.
    “I love the way your clothes hug your body.”
    “I love the way you continue to invade my privacy.”
    He checked my table and grinned at the pile of books. “How about this? I take you to dinner and then bring you back to the library. I won’t take up more than an hour of your time.”
    “I’m not hungry.”
    “But you haven’t ate in hours.”
    “How do you know that?” I asked.
    “I hired someone to make sure you were okay.”
    “I’m fine. Fire them