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“A wine-tasting party?” he repeated, clearly amused. “What’s that all about?”
“Once a month, my friends and I get together and sample various wines. It’s really an excuse to gossip and get drunk, but we like to think it’s cultured and high-class.”
Rashawn liked beer better than wine, but he would sip Merlot and discuss fashion trends if it meant spending more time with Yasmin. If he was going to pull this off, he’d have to educate himself on the different flavors, textures and aromas. He’d stay up all night if he had to. It was a small price to pay for having another date with this beautiful appealing woman. “Is this thing just for the ladies or can fellas come, too?”
“It’s a good mix of singles and couples. Actually, my best friend is hosting tomorrow. She just moved into her new place so it’s more of a housewarming party.”
“Mind if I tag along?”
Yasmin didn’t know how she felt about Rashawn meeting her friends. Katherine could be a snob sometimes and her pretentious, upper-middle-class colleagues weren’t any better. But how could she tell Rashawn she didn’t want him to come because she was scared he wouldn’t fit in? Sure, he was well read, but what did he know about Wall Street, trust funds and vacationing in the south of France?
Rashawn must have sensed her inner turmoil, because he said, “Two dates in one week is too much, huh? Getting sick of me already, Doc?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. I want you to come, I just don’t think you’ll have a good time. We’re a pretty boring group and—”
“Let me be the judge of that. Besides, it’s not about anyone else, it’s about being with you.” His eyes revealed nothing, but there was no mistaking the heat in his voice.
Yasmin didn’t know what she was doing. Inviting Rashawn to the party was a bad idea. He was a twenty-seven-year-old boxer from the inner city. What would he talk about with a room full of executives, doctors and millionaires who lived in gated communities? But instead of dissuading him from coming, she heard herself say, “It starts at seven o’clock.”
“Cool.” Wiping his mouth with his napkin, he pushed back his chair. “Do you want anything else?”
Her stomach rebelled at the thought of more food. Yasmin stole a glance at the dessert table. Guests were sampling cakes, pies and other high-calorie treats. The strawberry shortcake looked tempting, but Yasmin wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if she overindulged. The fund-raiser was weeks away and she had a designer gown to fit into. “No, thanks. I’ve had enough for one night.”
“We should walk off some of this food.” Rashawn punctuated his sentence with a smile. He wanted to be alone with her. Her eyes sparkled under the soft lights and the more time they spent together, the more she impressed him. “How about we take a stroll around the deck?
“But we haven’t discussed the charity fund-raiser yet.”
“No, problem. We’ll talk outside.” Rashawn directed his eyes to the back of the room. “Let’s get out of here. Rhythmically challenged people are starting to dance.”
Giggling, Yasmin allowed him to help her to her feet. Swayed by his smile, she took the hand he offered. It was a simple gesture, but one that made her feel warm and tingly inside. Eric thought hand-holding was juvenile. According to him, professional people didn’t act “common,” but being this close to Rashawn was as natural as breathing.
Brushing past a burly man in a high cowboy hat, Yasmin cast a bemused glance at the couples “dancing” to Miami Sound Machine. “You sure you don’t want to stay? I’d love to see you out on the dance floor.”
Rashawn grinned. “And I’d love to have you in my arms.”
Chapter 6
“It’s a beautiful night,” Yasmin said, as they exited the side doors. Darkness swallowed them, but the light from the moon illuminated their faces. Their eyes aligned. Then Rashawn released her hand and slipped an arm around her waist. It felt strange being so close so soon, but she didn’t pull away. His touch was warm, welcome and made her feel soft and pretty. It had been months since she’d felt that way.
“I’m surprised there aren’t more people out here.”
“Would you believe I paid everyone to stay away?”
Yasmin laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“It’s great that we’re alone. We can discuss the fund-raiser without any interruptions.” He held her tighter. “What else needs to be done and how can I help?”
Just when Yasmin was ready to write him off, he surprised her. He really did care about the kids at the community center. She widened the smile that had already found its way onto her lips. “Niobie and I got a lot done today. We ordered the decorations for the hall and finalized the menu with the caterer. After a lot of begging, I convinced a local restaurant and a five-star hotel to donate gift certificates for the silent auction.”
“Gift certificates?”
“Yeah, people love them and the two-night stay at the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel & Casino always gets the most bids. Last year we made five hundred dollars.”
“Why not offer something big like a Pro Bowl package or Wimbledon tickets?”
“Because those things cost money and we’re strapped for cash as it is.”
Nodding, he mulled over the idea forming in his mind. Tomorrow he’d ask Brody to get him a pair of Pro Bowl tickets. They were hard to come by, but his trainer knew a lot of athletes and entertainers. If anyone could score a deal on the package, it would be Brody. Rashawn thought of sharing his plan with Yasmin, but decided against it. No use getting her hopes up. If he came through he’d be hailed as a hero, but if he didn’t he’d look like a bigmouth who couldn’t deliver.
“Have you given any more thought to hosting the fund-raiser?”
Rashawn had made up in his mind to emcee the charity fund-raiser the moment she had asked him. He pitied the families who lived in the slums and if it weren’t for Brody taking him under his wing, he’d still be running the streets with his friends. “I’ll do it.”
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