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Reaching over, Tamika pulled the folded table from the wall under the window and unfolded it in front of her. Leaning forward, she extended her hand.

“I’m Tamika James.”

This time the woman lowered her reading material peering over it. Her eyes were a brilliant bright blue with perfectly arched brows above them. Tamika had never seen eyes like them before. They were downright mesmerizing. She blinked a few times before she dropped one end of the paper before taking Tamika’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Tamika. I am Cassandra Devore.”

Her voice was soft with a commanding, rich tone. It left a tingly feeling across Tamika’s skin when she heard it. She tilted her head to the left as she thought on Cassandra’s name.

“Devore? I’ve never heard that name before. It kinda reminds me of devour.”

Cassandra smiled. “Yes, I’ve heard that a few times.”

Tamika sat back and held her cup in both hands. “So Cassandra, are you from here and going into the city or are you from New York and you’re going home?”

Cassandra leaned casually to the left pressing her hand into the cushion beside her, resting the paper in her lap. “I’m from here, actually. I go back and forth for business. I will only be in the city over night this time.” One of her perfectly arch brows rose. “You?”

“I just accepted a position here. I’m going back to New York to clean up some things so I can prepare to move here.”

“Congratulations! Since you will be living here soon perhaps we will be lucky enough to run into one another again,” she said and snapped her paper back into place.

“I would like that very much,” Tamika said brightly.

Cassandra’s paper slowly lowered. Her eyes looked like they rested on its edge. Tamika smiled prettily, but the paper rose again blocking her view of Cassandra once more.

Tamika sighed then tilted the drink to her mouth. Clearly Cassandra wanted to be left alone to read her paper in peace. She felt kind of guilty for peeping over her cup at Cassander, but it didn’t keep her from continuing to watch the lovely woman. There was something about the woman that intrigued her. It called loudly to her senses and her groin. Tamika had dealt with enough young girls to know when a woman was pretending to be something she wasn’t. By Cassandra’s demeanor and imposing presence, Tamika got the impression that she was older than she was, but there was nothing in her outward appearance to confirm her thought. She shifted in the seat and crossed her legs. Her skirt rose slowly exposing more of her thighs as she relaxed into the seat to observe her fellow traveler with more scrutiny.

Cassandra’s dark hair was parted on the left side and rested just above her shoulders in big waves and loose curls. It framed and softened the features of sharp cheek bones on her oval face. Her make-up was flawless with perfectly lined scarlet lips, smoky browns decorating her lids and just a touch of color on her cheek. She wore a classic navy pants suit. The jacket lay casually open with the top few buttons of a crisp white blouse undone to show a hint of cleavage. A simple pearl necklace decorated her chest. Her long legs were crossed as she read her paper silently. Cassandra was absolutely stunning. Tamika could see herself with a woman like Cassandra. There was something unique and different about her that she couldn’t put her finger on.

Suddenly Cassandra’s paper dropped to her lap crumbling loudly and her eyes locked onto Tamika’s. A soft gasp escaped Tamika’s lips. Her cup lowered to the table as she uncrossed her legs. Cassandra’s intense blue orbs stopped any of her further movements. The fire Tamika saw in them took her by surprise penetrating her very soul. They were searching her…looking for something…and then they made a connection. She and Cassandra were kindred spirits, wanting the same thing. Cassandra’s gaze softened, but remained steady. Tamika felt an overwhelming sense of trust infusing her being. She knew Cassandra could be trusted without her uttering a single word to confirm it. Cassandra knew her and Tamika knew that as well.