“How
was
your
nap?”
Jayla
frowned.
The
last
thing
Storm
needed
to
know
was
that
she
hadn’t
been
able
to
sleep,
thanks
to
thoughts
of
him
being
surrounded
by
naked
women.
Each
time
she’d
tried
closing
her
eyes,
she
saw
women,
taking
off
their
clothes,
heaving
their
breasts
in
his
face,
skimming
panties
down
their
legs
and
giving
him
an
eyeful
of
all
their
treasures.
She’d
even
heard
there
were
some
women
who
were
bold
enough
to
sit
naked
in
a
man’s
lap
if
he
tipped
her
well
enough.
“My
nap
was
fantastic,”
she
lied.
“How
was
the
entertainment
at
the
club?”
she
asked
then
wished
that
she
hadn’t.
“It
was
definitely
interesting.”
Jayla’s
frown
deepened.
A
part
of
her
wanted
to
slam
the
phone
down,
but
she
had
too
much
pride
to
do
so.
Besides,
she
took
great
care
of
herself
and
thought
she
looked
rather
decent,
in
or
out
of
her
clothes.
As
far
as
she
was
concerned,
there
was
nothing
those
women
who’d
stripped
off
their
clothes
had
on
her
other
than
that
none
of
them
was
Adam
Cole’s
daughter.
“I
called
to
see
if
you’re
free
later.”
She
rolled
her
eyes
upward.
So
they
were
back
to
that
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