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  Nia swung around on her stool and looked up at Jacob, who’d stood back up after leaning down to seduce her with one sentence.

  “Hello, Jacob.” Nia cleared her throat. It had never occurred to her that Jacob might notice the difference between her voice and Neena’s. She came up with a cover story just in case he did. “You’ll have to excuse me. I’m battling a slight cold.”

  “You look mighty healthy to me.” He sat down beside her at the bar. “So, we finally meet.”

  “Yes, finally,” Nia said nervously. She hadn’t even touched the man and she was already guilt-tripping in advance.

  “I’m sorry that I’m a little late. I had to take care of one last surprise for you.”

  That made her blush, even though his surprise wasn’t really meant for her. “What surprise?”

  “I’m not telling. That wouldn’t make it a surprise.” Jacob waved over the bartender. “You need a refill or would you like something else?”

  Nia’s glass was still half-full. “No thanks, I’m fine.”

  While Jacob ordered a snifter of brandy, Nia checked out his outfit. He was wearing a fly ass, double-breasted, Hugo Boss suit and a red silk tie. Nia couldn’t help but ponder why a man so fine would be searching for a woman on the Internet, but wasn’t about to ask him. She figured that ground had long since been covered during his conversations with Neena.

  They sat at the bar and engaged in inconsequential chitchat for about twenty minutes before hitting the dance floor. Nia wasn’t into dancing and freaked out when Jacob said, “Show me some of those erotic moves you told me you had.”

  “Erotic moves?”

  “Yes, didn’t you say that you love to shake your ass?”

  Nia let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Yes, yes I did.”

  Jacob grinned at her and kissed her on the forehead. “Cool.”

  As if things couldn’t get worse, Shake Ya Ass by Mystikal started blasting through the sound system and every sister in the place set out to prove that they could do just that better than anyone else.

  Nia surveyed her competition on the dance floor, trying to pick up on something. She took off her jacket and let it all hang out. Jacob’s eyes practically popped out of his head so she knew he was impressed.

  “Ooh, Neena, that dress is sizzling, just like you said!”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “I do, but I can’t wait to get you out of it.”

  “And work my body over?” Nia asked jokingly.

  “You know it.”

  Nia decided she wouldn’t be outdone by the other hoochified women on the dance floor and started gyrating her hips to the music. She immediately noticed several men, who were dancing with other women, turn their attention toward her. It was attention she wasn’t used to getting, but it was flattering. She decided she might need to raid Neena’s closet more often.

  Before the song had ended, Nia had turned around and was bouncing her ass up and down the front of Jacob’s thighs. He had his hands around her waist and was rubbing his fingers up and down her ribcage, making her pussy throb.

  He pulled her off the dance floor without uttering a word, took her by the hand, and led her outside. She eagerly followed him. She knew she was ready for whatever came next.

  He stopped in front of the hunter-green BMW from the photo on BlackGentlemen.com and took her face into his hands, bending down to give her a gentle kiss on her full lips.

  “I’d like to take you home with me to give you all of the surprises I prepared for you now.”

  Nia pulled his face closer and darted her tongue in and out of Jacob’s mouth, letting him savor it briefly. “Give them to me.”

  Chapter Five

  After driving for about fifteen minutes, they pulled up in front of a three-story brownstone. Nia was impressed before she even got out of the car. Then she remembered that Jacob was into real estate and wondered why she’d expected him to live in anything less than a slamming ass house.

  They got out of his car and Jacob took her by the hand, leading her up the front walk. He unlocked the door and she was about to go inside, but he stopped her.

  “No, that’s not the proper way for you to enter my home,” he said before chuckling. Nia was dumfounded when he swept her up into his arms and carried her over the threshold. He took her over to the sofa and placed her gently down on it. “That’s how you enter my home.”

  “Umm, I like entering your home that way,” Nia responded.

  Jacob sat down beside of her. He caressed her cheek. “Neena, you are so fine. I’ve waited so very long to get you here in my house. I’ve wanted to taste, pamper, and cater to you for months. Do you mind if I do that tonight?”

  A wave of guilt rushed up Nia’s spine. This man wanted to do all of those things to her sister, not to her. But she was there now and didn’t see anyway of backing out. Then again, she didn’t want to back out.

  “Sure, Jacob. You can do all those things for me.”

  He kissed her hand and then took each one of her fingers into his mouth and dampened them with his saliva. “Damn, even your fingers taste good.”

  He got up and walked over to the gas fireplace, picking up the remote and clicking it on. Nia took a good look around his house. He had expensive tastes. Concordian Chesterfield fine leather furniture, Italian marble tables, and fine artwork from famous African-American artists like Poncho, Wak, and André Harris.

  Jacob cut off the lamp on the end table that had been on when they first walked in, instantly making the mood more romantic. There was an artificial Christmas tree in the corner of the living room with a few presents scattered beneath it and an unusual stocking, a black fishnet one, on a stocking hook on the corner of the mantle. Nia couldn’t help but giggle. She assumed that was one of his surprises.

  Jacob noticed Nia eyeing the stocking. “I bet you think that’s for you.”

  “Isn’t it?”

  He grinned at her. “Yes, it is.”

  He took the stocking off the hook and sat back down beside Nia on the sofa. He laid the stocking across Nia’s lap. It contained five professionally wrapped presents.

  “Can I open them?” Nia asked, dying to know what was inside of them.

  “Go for it,” Jacob chuckled, watching her pull the first one out.

  Nia ripped the paper off, uncovering a Victoria’s Secret gift box. “Aww, I wonder what this is,” she said jokingly. “I bet this is more for you than for me.”

  Jacob threw his head back in laughter. “Well, I figured we would both get enjoyment out of it.”

  Nia took the lid off the box. Inside was a silk red teddy that Nia deduced must have cost a pretty penny. “You want me to put this on?” Nia asked eagerly.

  Jacob patted her thigh. “In a few moments. Open up the rest of your gifts first.”

  Nia pulled out the next gift and yanked the wrap off. There was a clear plastic case inside with a ten-inch black dildo inside. “Oh, my goodness!”

  Jacob leaned over, flicked his tongue in and out of her ear, and whispered, “Remember when you told me that you wanted one of those?”

  “Yes,” Nia lied. She had no doubt that Neena had told him that. She had a flashback to Neena packing a vibrator for her trip and thought, Neena should have had this. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about the metal detector going off.

  She shared a private laugh about it.

  Jacob took the dildo from her hands and stared at it. “There’s nothing like a real man though. This is only for when we can’t be together. When I’m around, I’m going to handle my business.”

  Nia blushed. “Are you going to handle your business tonight?”

  “I’m going to handle it and then some.” Jacob pulled the next gift out and handed it to her. “Open this one.”

  Nia did as he suggested and whipped out a box of candy canes, a bottle of peppermint-flavored massage oil, and a box of chocolate-covered cherries. “Candy canes?”

  “Yes, those are the most spec
ial gifts of all. Wait until you see what I am going to do with them. Rather, what I am going to do to you.”

  Nia could feel her panties getting wet. That was a definite good sign. She grabbed the next package anxiously. Inside were two Nina Simone CDs.

  “Your favorite, right?” Jacob asked. “I thought we’d play them tonight to get us in the mood.

  “Yes,” Nia lied again, giving the response her twin would have given. Nia hated Nina Simone. The music depressed her, but if he wanted to fuck her off KC and the Sunshine Band, she wasn’t about to object. She gazed into his eyes. “By the way, I’m already in the mood.”

  He looked down at his crotch. Nia’s eyes followed his and saw that he was hard. He looked hard and healthy. “Does it look like I’m in the mood?”

  “I don’t know. It appears that way, but you might have to actually remove your clothing before I can give a final answer.”

  They both snickered. Nia pulled out the final gift.

  While she undid the wrapper, Jacob said, “Now that’s the practical one. I wanted to get you at least one gift that would last longer than tonight. Something you would see daily and immediately bring me to mind.”

  “A Palm Pilot!” Nia squealed. She’d always wanted one. “Thank you so much!”

  She kissed Jacob on the cheek.

  “No, thank you for gracing me with your presence tonight. I was afraid that you would back out on me, Neena.”

  Nia wished he would stop saying Neena’s name and prayed he didn’t call her that while they were getting busy. She dreaded that he would though.

  Jacob stood up and pulled Nia up to him. “Come here.”

  He led her into the dining room and sat her down at the table. She’d been so preoccupied with him that she didn’t notice the delicious smell coming from his kitchen when they’d first entered. She could smell it now though and her stomach started churning.

  “You cooked me dinner?”

  “Yes, I hope you don’t object to a late meal? I meant to tell you not to eat before you came in my email earlier.”

  “Actually, I’m starved.”

  “Good, be right back.”

  Jacob disappeared into the kitchen, returning a moment later with a large platter full of lobster tails and melted butter. He placed it down in front of her.

  “I can’t eat all of that.”

  “It’s for both of us.” Jacob sat down in a chair beside of her. “I thought we’d feed each other.”

  He pulled a couple of plastic seafood bibs out of his pocket and placed one around his neck and then Nia’s. They fed each other the lobster, seductively dipping it into butter before placing it into each other’s mouths. Whenever a drop of butter escaped, they licked it off each other’s chin before it ever made it to the bibs. Jacob also had a bottle of chilled champagne and they drank that as well.

  Things went into high gear after that. All inhibitions flew out the window and it was on. Jacob ate Nia off a platter when they were done with the lobster, keeping his bib on. Afterwards, they went upstairs where Jacob had his bedroom prepared. There were red satin sheets on his bed, multi-colored Christmas lights swirling around his bed posts, and a unity candle on his dresser.

  He lit the two smaller candles and handed one to Nia. “That candle represents everything that you are and this candle represents everything that I am. Once we light the big candle together, you and I will be united as one.”

  “Damn,” was all Nia could manage to say. She’d seen unity candles used dozens of times at weddings but never before sex.

  They lit the larger candle together and then blew out the smaller ones.

  Jacob gave Nia a bath with peppermint-scented bath gel, told her she didn’t need to dry off with a towel afterward, and licked her dry instead. He gave her a full body massage with the oil and then systematically licked her from head to toe. She was in heaven and hell at the same time. She had no business there, but couldn’t stop.

  She put on the teddy and then danced seductively for him off of Nina Simone, taking it right back off within five minutes. They ended up ripping into each other all night long. Jacob did make good use of the candy canes and chocolate-covered cherries as well, dipping them into her juices and then sucking her essence off of them.

  After they’d done the deed in his bed, in his shower, and on his balcony under the stars, they returned to his bed where Jacob fell fast asleep. Nia laid there staring at him for awhile, before dozing off herself. She was sore all over. She was satisfied with a lover for the first time in her life. She was a traitor to the one person she loved more than life itself: Neena.

  Chapter Six

  Nia awoke the next morning in Jacob’s arms. He was sleeping soundly and had a gigantic grin on his face.

  “What have I done,” Nia whispered to herself, guilt-tripping over spending the night with him behind Neena’s back.

  Jacob stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes one at a time. “Good morning, Baby.”

  Nia blurted it out before she lost her nerve. “I have to tell you something, Jacob.”

  “Mmm, I had my heart set on another round.” Jacob lowered the sheet off of Nia’s breasts and started rubbing one of her nipples between his fingers. “Maybe you can tell me afterward.”

  Nia pushed his hand away and sat up, propping her back on a pillow. “No, I need to tell you this now.”

  Jacob sighed disappointedly. “Okay, so tell me.”

  Nia took a deep breath before she began. “When I saw that poem you wrote, it stirred something inside of me. And then, after I saw your pictures, I just couldn’t help myself. I had to come here.”

  Jacob chuckled and slid his hand underneath the covers, searching for Nia’s pussy so he could finger her. She didn’t stop him.

  “I already knew you were coming,” he said as Nia gave into the pleasure and started moaning, grinding herself onto his fingers. “We’d made plans. I didn’t write that poem as some sort of tactic to lure you in. I wrote it because it expressed the way I was feeling and still feel about you.”

  Nia got lost in Jacob’s eyes and the magic of his hand. “That’s so sweet. Last night was so wonderful, but…”

  “Yes, it was.” Jacob leaned over and started sucking on one of Nia’s breasts.

  That brought her back to reality. She pushed him off her. “Jacob, please. Just stop it.”

  “What’s wrong with you?” Jacob asked defiantly. “After everything that happened between us last night, now you don’t want me to touch you?”

  “Last night, you made love to Neena.”

  Jacob laughed. “And Neena made love to me.”

  “No, she didn’t.”

  Jacob was totally confused. “Come again.”

  “I’m not Neena. I’m Nia.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Neena’s twin.”

  “Oh shit!” Jacob exclaimed, hopping up out of the bed. He stood there and stared down at her.

  “Neena never mentioned me?” Nia asked with tears in her eyes.

  “No, I mean yes. Of course she mentioned you. Several times. I’m just in shock right now. Give me a moment.”

  He went into the bathroom and shut the door. Nia could hear him urinating, followed by the toilet flushing and water running in the sink. By the time he returned, Nia was completely dressed.

  “Jacob, I’m leaving now,” she announced when he came back out into the bedroom wearing a terry cloth robe.

  “You don’t have to leave, Neena. I mean, Nia.”

  “Yes, I do need to leave because I had no business here in the first place.” Nia knew he was just trying to be polite, despite the fact that he probably despised her. “What am I going to tell my sister?”

  Jacob sat on the edge of the bed. “Why do you have to tell her anything?”

  “Are you kidding?” Nia asked incredulously, not believing her ears. “I have to tell Neena I slept with you. We haven’t discussed you much, but I do know that she has high expectations of a futu
re relationship with you.”

  “Well, obviously, there can’t be a relationship between Neena and me. I’ll just tell her that I’m no longer interested.”

  “And what about me?”

  “What about you?” Jacob asked snidely, taking on an entirely different demeanor. “You came here under false pretenses and played me for a sucker. Why don’t you just get out?”

  Nia couldn’t figure him out. There were only two things she was sure of: she fucked up and her sister was going to be hurt because of it. “A minute ago you said I could stay. Now, you’re kicking me out?”

  Jacob lay down on the bed and turned away from her. “I’m not kicking anything, but I would like you to leave.”

  Nia grabbed her purse and stormed out, yelling behind her, “Fine! I’m going!”

  “Good riddance!” she heard Jacob yell out after her.

  Nia walked three blocks to a major intersection and flagged down a cab. On her way back to the club to retrieve her car, she buried her face in her hands and cried.

  Chapter Seven

  As usual during the holidays, Nia and Neena’s mother’s house was full of relatives and two tables spread out with food. Nia couldn’t stand all of the joy and laughter so she sought refuge in the wooden swing on the front porch.

  Her mother leered at her through the screen door before coming outside and placing her hands on her hips. “Nia, don’t tell me that you’re going to insult me in my own home.”

  Nia didn’t look at her. She looked through her. “What do you mean, Momma?”

  “You’re the only one not eating. It’s Christmas and you know how much pride I take in preparing Christmas dinner for the family.”

  “I’m sorry, Momma. I’ll go fix a plate right this second.”

  “It’s bad enough that your sister went off to God knows where.”

  Nia rolled her eyes and got up off the swing, going inside while her mother held the door open for her. “Momma, Neena had to go away on business. It’s not like her absence is intentional.”