Lifting Courtney in his arms, Darius carried her into the bathroom, where he turned the shower on full blast.

Taking no time to disrobe, he settled them both under the downpour of water. Courtney moaned as the warm spray caused her robe to cling even more tightly against her body. She slowly slipped the robe from around her shoulders and let the water carry it the rest of the way downward.

With increasingly assured hands she reached out and tugged at the opening of Darius’s robe. His soft moans let her know that he was enjoying this experience every bit as much as she was.

Darius tenderly lifted her into his arms, holding her securely. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby,” he encouraged huskily. Turning his back to the water, he moved closer to the shower’s wall with Courtney still in his arms and wrapped around his body.

Fear once again swelled in Courtney, but in a matter of seconds it dissipated. Darius’s hands stroking her wet, exposed flesh caused any bit of fear to fly free from her mind and body. There were so many mind-numbing, amazing sensations assailing her that she could only concentrate on the wild, fulfilling pleasures that Darius was so lovingly bestowing upon her starving skin.

LINDA HUDSON-SMITH

was born in Canonsburg, Pennsylvania, and raised in Washington, Pennsylvania. She furthered her educational goals by attending Duff’s Business Institute in Pittsburgh. The mother of two sons, Linda lives with her husband, Rudy, in League City, Texas.

After illness forced her to leave a successful marketing and public relations career in 2000, Linda turned to writing for healing and as a creative outlet. Dedicated to inspiring readers to overcome adversity against all odds, she has published twenty-six acclaimed novels. During Harlequin’s 60th anniversary party held in Washington, D.C., Linda received an award for her twenty-fifth published novel.

For the past eight years Linda has served as a national spokesperson for the Lupus Foundation of America. She travels around the country delivering inspirational messages of hope. In 2002 her Lupus Awareness Campaign was a major part of her book tour to Germany, where she visited numerous military bases.

Linda is an active supporter of the NAACP and the American Cancer Society. She is also a member of Romance Writers of America and Black Writers Alliance.

To find out more about Linda Hudson-Smith, please visit her Web site at www.lindahudsonsmith.com.

Promises to Keep

ESSENCE BESTSELLING AUTHOR

Linda Hudson-Smith

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May all of your needs be met in abundance. May your hearts’ desires be fulfilled.

May you find love and hope in all that you do and everywhere you go.

Dear Reader,

I sincerely hope you enjoy reading Promises to Keep, my inspiring new love story featuring two entrepreneurs, the lovely Courtney Campbell and handsome Darius Fairfax. Their story will take you on a whirlwind romance from the U.S. mainland to the windswept shores of Hawaii.

The connection that develops between Courtney and Darius just goes to show that we can’t predict where and when we’ll find true love.

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Linda Hudson-Smith

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 1

“Your ten o’clock appointment has arrived,” the receptionist, Monica Long-Norman, said to her boss, Courtney Campbell, over the intercom. Monica was a pretty lady with a sweet personality, standing five-foot-six with dark shoulder-length hair, cut in blunt layers.

“Mr. Fairfax?” Courtney asked, her dark green eyes sparkling like emeralds.

“You are so right. Are you ready for him?” Monica queried.

Courtney laughed. “Give me a couple of minutes. I need to tidy up my desk and file away the work-in-progress contract for the Davies-Wilcox wedding reception.”

“Buzz me when you’re done, Courtney. By the way, a March chill is expected.”

Monica was Courtney’s employee, but the two women had become dear friends. The owner was also close to her other staff members, but she and her right-hand assistant, who wore several different hats in the business, had developed an airtight bond.

“Thanks, Monica. I heard the dreary weather report earlier. I won’t be long.”

Courtney cradled the phone and gathered all the papers into a neat pile before returning them to the labeled folder. Unfulfilled contracts were filed alphabetically in her antique cherrywood desk.

Removing from the top desk drawer her hairbrush and makeup, Courtney rushed into the bathroom to do some primping. She then dried off her hands with a paper towel. Making repairs to her golden-brown complexion, she stood at the mirror and applied translucent powder over the shiny spots on her face. While engrossed in her catering projects, she had a habit of twirling slender fingers around her long, reddish-brown curls, which she brushed neatly back into place. She then applied a fresh layer of berry lip gloss.

Back at her desk, Courtney rang Monica. “I’m ready for Mr. Fairfax.”

Approximately five foot five in stature, weighing 105 pounds, Courtney waited for her client to walk through the door. The second her eyes fell on the fabulous-looking Darius Fairfax, her breath caught. The man with sable-brown, close-cut, wavy hair was fine with a capital F. She put his height at six foot two and his weight around 170 pounds or so. His athletic build supported a solid mass of rippling muscles.

Trying to recover from an instant, undeniable attraction to this man with loads of sex appeal, Courtney extended her petite hand. “Welcome, Mr. Fairfax. I’m Courtney Campbell, owner of The Party People. Please, let’s sit down so we can discuss your event.” Moving over to the cherrywood table, she pulled out two chairs and respectfully waited for Darius to be seated first.

Courtney handed him a catering packet. A fork, knife and spoon joined together, circled by a wreath of colorful flowers, served as the company’s logo.

Darius quickly leafed through the envelope, surprised by the extensive offerings. “Very impressive! How long have you been in business?”

Courtney dared to look right into a pair of intriguing topaz eyes. As her breath caught again, she stifled a gasp. “A couple of years, but we’ve only operated at this location about six months. Business has been extremely good. We remain optimistic.”

Darius nodded. “Congratulations. What made you decide on catering?”

Courtney flashed him a bright, white smile. “Been around it most of my life. My paternal grandmother ran a successful catering operation right out of her own kitchen. I learned from her the majority of what I know about this exciting, rewarding business.”

Darius smiled warmly, revealing a beautiful set of well-maintained teeth. “Grandmothers. I feel sorry for anyone who didn’t grow up around one. I have fond memories of mine. Nana Fairfax and Grandma Sheridan’s spirits are now at home with the Lord, but they live on in my heart. Is your grandmother involved in your operation?”

Courtney’s eyes lit up. Any mention of her incredible grandmother touched her emotionally. “Not so sure I could’ve done this without her. She helps me out a lot and is a whiz at keeping the books. Very much a confidant, Alma Campbell is on my payroll. My grandpa, Harrell Campbell, works for me, too. He loves to chauffeur our clients to and fro. My maternal grandparents have been deceased for years now. They passed on when I was a toddler, so I don’t have any vivid memories of them.”

“It’s nice to know both your grandparents are on board.” Darius’s eyes brimmed with sentiment. “I’m sorry about the deceased ones. What about your parents?”

The conversation had turned more personal than she was used to when dealing with clients, but she wasn’t put off. “Divorced, yet they’re very good friends. Neither one has remarried. My father, Maurice, an LAPD officer, lives here. Chelsea, my fashion-designer mom, lives in Paris. I moved in with my grandparents during the divorce.”

“I imagine it’s nice if everyone can get along, especially when children are involved.” A moment of sadness hit him—and he paused to ponder quietly.

“I’ve never planned a large, upscale social event,” he said. “This one is extremely special to me. It has to be top-notch. I’ll be personally involved in every aspect of the planning, relying heavily on you and your expertise. There are a few things I may want to handle on my own. We can get to those items as they come up. The finest surprise engagement party money can buy is the end result I’m after. Cash up front; no expense spared.”

Any notion Courtney had of possibly getting to know honey-brown-complexioned Darius better after their business arrangement was fulfilled was quickly dashed. A surprise engagement reception didn’t exactly need an explanation. Spare no expense didn’t require one, either.

“As I mentioned, we offer both partial and full-service contracts. The latter covers a variety of services. We’re running a spring-fling special for April and May.”

“Full service,” Darius responded without hesitation. “Spring fling, huh? Nice.”

Even though Courtney felt profoundly disappointed over his engaged status, Darius’s last remark and his cash up front comment had her smiling beautifully. Cash and carry was her favorite way to do business.

“You’ve come to the right company to get your event needs met, Mr. Fairfax. In addition to catering services, decorating, hosting, bartending, DJ and waitstaff are at your fingertips. We can arrange reliable transportation to and from the events via late-model Town Cars and stretch limousines. One-stop-shop is what we love to boast here at The Party People.”

“Just how old are you?”

Courtney wrinkled her nose. “Three years shy of thirty.”

The diamondlike sparkle in Courtney’s green eyes mesmerized Darius, causing his heart to quiver. Not only was she an intelligent woman, she was softly pretty, as opposed to beautiful. He saw that she had an amazing spirit, one that radiated from deep inside. Her fabulous figure had inspired him to indulge in more than a mere glance.

Darius couldn’t help wondering if Courtney was involved in a serious relationship. Since she wasn’t wearing a ring, he assumed she wasn’t married, yet he still couldn’t be sure. A lot of his male friends would go bananas for a shot at dating her. He was amused by the way she had referenced her age, making him three years older than her three years shy of thirty.

Courtney handed Darius an application form. “After you fill this out, we can discuss your vision for the reception, Mr. Fairfax.”

As Darius filled in the blanks, Courtney was already thinking about the kind of reception he might like, based on the way he carried himself. Once she learned pertinent information about the prospective bride, she’d figure that into the equation. The form had a box to fill in for favorite colors of both bride and groom and their favorite flowers and greenery.

“Here you go,” Darius said. “For the date, third or fourth week in May is good.”

“The dates are good for us.”

She was impressed that he’d filled in every single blank. Many future brides failed to fill in all the spaces. Men often left blank the most important areas. It surprised her when couples didn’t know the more intimate details about future spouses. She’d make it her business to know everything about a man she loved enough to take his last name. Likes and dislikes revealed a lot about an individual.

The bride-to-be was named Candice. No surname was supplied, but Darius was the client. Her birth year made her six years younger than her fiancé’s thirty years.

“I see Candice’s favorite colors are lavender and green. I can work wonders with those combinations. Adding splashes of silver here and there will make those hues pop.”

Courtney opened her company’s brochure to the section on centerpieces. “We also do amazing creations with flowers and balloons. If you don’t see what you want in here, we can create something special and unique, customized to fit your vision.”

“Angels have to be a part of the table decor. Candice collects them.”

“Angels with silver, glittery wings will work beautifully as centerpieces.”

“Can we center the angels in some sort of floral arrangements?”

Courtney made note of his suggestion. “You’re quite creative yourself. I saw on the application that you’re a filmmaker.”

Courtney had scrutinized Darius’s paperwork more closely than normal because she’d found herself wanting to learn everything there was to know about the gorgeous man with the deep, seductive voice. Before she’d found out he was engaged, her mind had wandered all over the place, earning him the top spot on her hot chart. She was still intrigued with him, yet she’d be ever mindful of his completely off-limits status.

As a Hollywood filmmaker, screenwriter and producer, Darius was the owner of a production company on the rise, D.F. Film Productions, Inc. Courtney was thoroughly impressed by his credentials and the list of references it hadn’t been necessary to provide.

“My plans are to establish myself as a major force in Hollywood. D.F. Film is geared more toward producing screenplays written by and featuring African-American characters and other minority actors. I’m also interested in novel-to-film adaptations. However, I consider projects offered by all ethnic groups.”

“Sounds like you know exactly what you’re after.”

“A lot like you, I’d say. You’ve certainly pursued your dreams to fruition.”

“I’m not all the way there yet. Catering is in my blood. I couldn’t have gone in another direction if I’d wanted to.”

“We obviously share similar dreams. In my opinion, there’s not enough work for minorities in Tinseltown. I’m determined to address that critical imbalance. Keeping veteran actors of color on the big screen, as opposed to filling jobs with young stars of tomorrow, is another one of my goals. Veterans lend credence to any film. A mix of old and new artists lighting up the silver screen is one of my strongest visions.”

“Good luck, Mr. Fairfax. I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence.” Darius looked down at his watch and instantly got to his feet. “I’m afraid I’ve got to go. Is it okay if I call you tomorrow to schedule another appointment? This engagement party has to be the event of the year.”

“I can have Monica reschedule you on your way out.”

He shook his head. “I have to check my calendar first. It’s best if I call back.”

“My business card is in the packet. My cell number is also available in case clients have to reach me after normal business hours. Thanks for choosing The Party People to cater your event.”

Darius smiled. “You’re welcome. I couldn’t have chosen better.”

It was commonplace for Courtney to walk her clients out to the reception area and see them to the exit. Escorting Darius out made her positively giddy with pleasure. Her wild attraction to an engaged man was silly, dangerous and couldn’t be acted upon. How would she override these dizzying, heartfelt reactions? Reining in her mind and body wasn’t difficult. Getting her heart to tag along might be a bit of a problem.

Darius looked back at Courtney. Winking, he smiled and strode out the door.

Blowing on the tips of her fingers, Courtney shook her hand out. Laughing from deep within, she deposited herself in a chair. “Talk about sexy and hot! That indescribable man caused a major heat wave up in my office. Is he not gorgeous?”

“He is fine!” Monica laughed at Courtney’s to-die-for expression. “What type of party is he interested in?”

Poking out her lower lip, Courtney shook her head. “Engagement party. His.”

Monica smiled sympathetically. “Sorry about that. He’s a real turn-on. If I wasn’t married, I would’ve enjoyed flirting with him. But I love being married to hunky J. R. Norman.” She looked down at the appointment book. “Normally I ask clients what kind of event they’re interested in, but this entry isn’t in my handwriting. Someone else took his call and forgot to initial it. I’d definitely remember that sexy voice.”

“Mr. Fairfax’s voice does caress the soul. I wonder what his whispers sound like.” Both women laughed. “It matters who booked him for proper credit, but I’m thankful he showed up. He hasn’t signed a contract, but I’m confident he will.”

Monica looked closely at the telltale glint in her boss’s eyes. “You’re terribly smitten. How will you manage to work with someone you’re so obviously attracted to?”

Courtney grinned. “I am a professional, sweetie. I know how to keep my game face in place.”

Monica grinned. “You are the consummate professional! Since J.R. is out of town, you want to stop by Club 21 for a drink or two after work?”

“Sorry, not tonight. I’m beat. Let’s shut down at four o’clock instead of five. We’ve come in an hour early and stayed late every day this week. And we have to work the Wilkerson-Banks lingerie bridal shower tomorrow.”

“I’m glad I have to work this event because I’d be home alone anyway. J.R. probably won’t get in from Atlanta until midnight.”

“That’s what happens when girls marry boys in the band,” Courtney remarked, laughing. “Unfortunately, for me, my calendar only includes the social events I work. Maybe one day I’ll find the right man and eventually settle down. How nice would that be? Darius wants a May date. Pencil him in for the third week of May.”

“Got it.” Monica smiled. “Your Mr. Right is lurking out there somewhere. I’m glad J.R. plays the majority of his gigs in the L.A. area. When they hit the big time, he’ll be gone a lot more.”

“As much as I’d hate to lose my right-hand employee, I hope you’re still planning to travel with your husband when his big break comes. You have to protect your personal interest. Women love the boys in the band, even the married ones.”

“They absolutely love drummers. Found that out a long time ago.”

Courtney nodded. “Not only is J.R. a great drummer, he’s so good-looking. I guess other band members get their fair share of fans, too.”

Monica smiled. “Fans are one thing. Groupies are another. I’m blessed to have such a loyal man.”

“You sure are.” Getting to her feet, Courtney walked toward her private office. “I could sit and listen to you chat all day about your wonderful husband, but I’ve got lots of work to do. See you later. Hope I can suppress all sizzling thoughts about Darius Fairfax.”

“You’d make a striking couple,” Monica cooed.

Courtney smiled. “I kind of thought so, too. Candice is one lucky woman.”

Courtney let herself into her recently purchased Hollywood Hills three-bedroom residence. She had yet to put her personal stamp on her 3,200-square-foot home. The decor she had in mind would one day reflect her serene, warm and colorful personality. She had extensive plans for her space, but limited time to make them a reality.

Totally blank, swirling ecru-textured walls were featured throughout. Only the master suite, laundry and kitchen were fully furnished. Surfing online had given her some terrific decorating ideas: a mix of antique, European and modern-day furnishings was her dream for ideal living quarters. Courtney planned to purchase items for the formal areas as soon as possible. The emptiness had begun to get to her.

She had already decided to eat leftovers from the tasty meal her grandmother had prepared yesterday: roast chicken stuffed with cornbread dressing, plus a vegetable medley of steamed broccoli, pearl onions and cauliflower along with a side garden salad. She planned to shower, eat and go straight to bed. The day had been a long, tiring one.

Just as Courtney slipped into the beautifully draped king-size bed, her cell phone rang. Her first thought was not to answer it. She then thought of her clients, as always. Someone might have a problem and need her help. She immediately reached for the cell.

“Sorry to call so late, but I was wondering if you’d come to my office tomorrow to get started on the event plans. I know it’s a Friday and I’ll understand if you can’t.”

Darius hadn’t identified himself—and he hadn’t needed to. She recognized that sexy voice instantly. Courtney took in a deep breath to try to settle the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m working an early-evening event tomorrow. We’re contracted for three hours. I can meet you afterward.”

“Good. I’ll order take-out food for us to eat in my office. Okay with you?”

“Well, yeah, I guess so. I’ll make sure I don’t eat too much at the shower. It’ll be hard to do. Several of my grandmother’s specialties are on the menu.”

Darius chuckled softly. “I don’t want you to miss out on Grandma’s delicious cooking. Hope you won’t mind if I eat while we work. I know I’ll be ravenous by then.”

“Not a problem. Six-thirty is good for me. If something unexpectedly pops up, I’ll call right away. Otherwise, I’m there.”

“Six-thirty it is. Is there anything special you’d like to drink?”

“Whatever you have on hand will be fine. I’m not hard to please.”

“If it’s true, you’re the first woman I’ve met who can lay claim to that.”

“There are plenty of us out there. Talk to you later, Mr. Fairfax.”

“Darius works just fine for me. Is it okay if I continue calling you Courtney?”

“Absolutely! Have a great evening, Darius,” she said, trying on his request for size. She liked the way her tongue caressed the pronunciation of his name. Courtney disconnected before he had a chance to say another word. Talking to him turned her on every bit as much as seeing him face-to-face. She moaned softly.

Darius cradled the phone, unable to believe how wildly his entire being reacted to Courtney. He felt like a starstruck lover. How was that possible? He didn’t know her, yet he was drawn to her the moment he’d stepped into her beautifully appointed office. Courtney’s melodic, slightly husky voice made him want to hear it over and over again. Her pretty face and sexy body were desirable, but it was more than that for him.

No woman had affected Darius the way this one had, especially not on a first meeting. He hadn’t been able to think of anything but Courtney since he’d left her office. He had a ton of work on his desk, but concentrating on anything but her was difficult. His steamy thoughts of her were totally inappropriate. He knew he had to snap out of this dream world.

As the intercom on his desk buzzed, he instantly picked up the receiver and pressed the red button. “Yes, Jasmine, what is it?”

“There’s a Mr. Meyer Chandler on the line for you. He says he’s from See-Through Films. Should I put the call through?”

“I’ve been waiting to hear from him. Remember his name. It’s an important one.”

“It’s already stored in my memory bank. I’ll transfer him to your private line.”

Jasmine Parker, Darius’s administrative assistant, was young and pretty, possessing a nearly flawless brown-sugar complexion. It was rumored by other employees that she had a big crush on her boss, but that simply wasn’t true. Jasmine never gave any hint of her purported love-jones for him. Her longtime boyfriend was a professional football player, a linebacker.

Darius never thought of Jasmine as a possible romantic interest. At twenty-one, she was too young for him, though she acted very mature. It didn’t matter that she had the kind of body that stopped men dead in their tracks. Jasmine was smart as a whip and ran his office with extreme professionalism. She stayed on top of everything. He loved giving her well-deserved bonuses and a semiannual raise. Jasmine gave a whole new meaning to the term girl Friday.

Darius pushed the button on his private line. “Meyer, how are you? It’s good to hear from you,” he said with tremendous enthusiasm. “I’m glad you called.”

“I’m fine. I’ve been eager to get in touch with you. I’ve done a lot of research on you and your company. You run quite an impressive operation. Your stellar reputation precedes you. You come highly recommended by the powers that be.”

Darius beamed. “Thank you. That means a great deal coming from someone like you. So do you think we might be able to join forces on a few movie and television projects in the near future?”

“By all means, Darius. I’d love to hear whatever you have in mind. When can we get together to discuss some ideas?”

“Why don’t you set aside a few dates and times when you’re available. Then call my assistant, Jasmine. She’ll check my schedule against yours. I want to make things convenient for you. I’d like this meeting to happen as soon as possible.”

“I appreciate it, but I should be the one trying to make it convenient for you. You’re the one who’s set this town on fire.”

Darius was pleased with what he’d just heard. “I’d like to think so, but I haven’t set off enough alarms yet. I look forward to hearing back from you.”

“Count on it. Is sometime next week too soon?”

“Not at all, Meyer.”

“Talk to you soon, Darius.”

Once the line was cleared, Darius buzzed Jasmine on the intercom to tell her about his conversation with Meyer. “Do everything you can to set up an appointment on one of the dates and times he or his assistant gives you. If you can’t find any free space for next week, let me know. We’ll go over my schedule and do some clever juggling.”

“No problem,” Jasmine assured her boss.

“Thanks, Jasmine.”

“You’re welcome, D.F. Buzz me if you need anything else.”

Several of Darius’s employees and associates referred to him as D.F., but Jasmine had been the first one to call him that before it caught on. In front of colleagues he was Mr. Fairfax, yet he prided himself on creating a relaxed atmosphere among his employees.

Darius finally managed to clear his head of thoughts of Meyer Chandler and Courtney Campbell to tackle the mountain of paperwork before him. There were quite a few tasks he didn’t trust to anyone else. He listened to the input of others and received advice from his attorneys and other advisors, but the final decision on how to handle important matters was always his. D.F. Film Productions, Inc. was his baby. He had conceived it inside his brilliant mind and had given birth to what was now a cutting-edge, lucrative company.

Courtney looked cool and relaxed in fashionable melon-colored pants. A navy blue silk shirt and cute, semidressy sandals in the same navy hue complemented the slacks. Her shoulder-length hair hung loose and was salon fresh, with a high-sheen finish. She had taken charge of the bridal shower festivities from the moment she and Monica had walked through the front door of Sonya Wilkerson’s posh high-rise condo.

The Party People had been awarded full-service contracts for the bridal shower, the bachelor and bachelorette parties and the couple’s wedding reception. Courtney had worked closely with Sonya’s wedding planner to ensure that the future bride was happy with all the arrangements.

Courtney set her briefcase on a bar stool. After opening the lock, she removed several packets of papers. She handed Monica a stapled set. “Let’s go over the catering list, line by line, to make sure everything has been delivered.”

Courtney always inventoried all items to avoid the type of embarrassment she’d endured early on in her career. The cake, of all things, hadn’t been delivered for a fortieth birthday party. An employee had failed to put it into the delivery van. Fortunately, the missing chocolate confection was discovered early enough so it could be retrieved in time. Courtney hadn’t fired the delinquent employee, but she had issued a sensitive yet firm reprimand so it would never happen again.

“It’s all here,” Monica sang out. “Now let’s do our usual last-minute check on the decorations. I recall seeing dozens of helium balloons on the order form.”

“You’re right. They’re stored in one of the bedrooms. We need to bring them up to the front and float them upward. I asked for long ribbons to be attached for easy retrieval.” Courtney looked down at her watch. “Sonya’s guests should start arriving any minute now. She plans to make her grand entry twenty minutes after the start time.”

“One of those, huh?” Monica remarked.

Courtney shrugged. “It’s her party.”

“And she can cry if she wants to,” Monica joked.

Courtney giggled. “In the meantime, let’s get those balloons hovering.”

Courtney and Monica laughed upon seeing the bedroom ceiling covered with silver and blue balloons, inscribed with the names Sonya and Justin. The ladies each began to grab hold of the ribbons. Once they had several in hand, they realized they had too many to fit through the door at one time. Laughing all the while, the women caught and carted balloons from the back bedroom up to the front rooms. Courtney and Monica tried to make each event they worked a fun-filled adventure.

The doorbell rang just as the last batch of balloons was released.

“Time to rock and roll. Let’s get it done.” Courtney hugged Monica before she was off and running to act as hostess until Sonya and her bridal party arrived.

The party was in full swing and Courtney was delighted to see how happy her client was with everything. Sonya had repeatedly thanked her and praised the employees for their expert handling of the party. She was delighted knowing that her wedding reception was in the capable hands of The Party People. They had delivered far above Sonya’s expectations—and this wasn’t even the main event.

Two and a half hours later, Courtney pulled Monica aside. “Do you mind handling the last half hour or so alone? I made an appointment to meet with Mr. Fairfax at his corporate offices.”

“Not a problem. The initial contract was for three hours. Are we billing Sonya for the extra time?”

Courtney frowned slightly. “No, but you’ll be paid time and a half. I wouldn’t ask you to stay later if I couldn’t pay you. The guests look like they’re starting to wind down. Sonya has a dinner to attend later on, so it should be over soon.”

Monica looked embarrassed. “Paying me to stay over the allotted time is not necessary. It was just a question that came to mind. I know we’ve charged in the past for overtime and the clients are made aware of it up front, before signing the contract.”

“Some people you charge and others you don’t. Sonya isn’t someone I’d want to hit with overtime. She’s a wonderful client. Now if she were one of the moody grouches we sometimes get, we’d probably charge her for every additional second,” Courtney said with a wicked grin.

Monica laughed, too. “Go on and get out of here. You don’t want to be late for a date with the gorgeous Mr. Fairfax.”

“Date! Hardly. I’m meeting with the soon-to-be-married Mr. Fairfax,” Courtney countered, lightly pecking Monica’s cheek. “I’m out.”

Chapter 2

After a gentleman said Darius would be a few minutes late for the meeting, Courtney was ushered into his private office to wait for him. As she looked around, she was simply astonished. The panorama of Hollywood from the picture window behind Darius’s desk included a bird’s-eye view of Capitol Records. This was certainly a high-rent district.

Crystal-clear glass and gleaming chrome furnishings breathed high-tech energy into the room. The circular glass desk dominated the space. A high-back chair, crafted from fine silver leather, was supported by chrome arms and legs. The remarkable decor was like nothing she’d ever seen before. It belonged to a futuristic era. Chrome and glass bookshelves, tall and impressive, were for more than show. The white carpet beneath her feet felt thick and plush. Posh sofas and chairs created an elegant ambience. The office, beautiful and luxurious, was manly, yet subtle enough for a woman.

Exquisitely framed pictures on Darius’s desk caught Courtney’s eye. She moved nearer to take a closer look. A single eleven-by-fourteen color photo of a woman made her mouth drop open. Unable to pull her eyes away, she couldn’t help staring.

Talk about beautiful.

The lady with a caramel complexion was positively stunning. Any man would love to hold and caress the slim, petite body, dressed in an alluring, cobalt-blue silk dress. In another picture of the same size, Darius wore a dark, double-breasted suit. He stood directly behind the lady, his fingers locked together at the middle of her waist. Satiny ginger-brown curls nestled back against his broad chest.

Candice, Courtney easily surmised. This beauty had to be Darius’s Candice. What a lucky woman, she thought, hoping Candice treated him as wonderfully as she would if he were her man. Though she didn’t know if he deserved special treatment or not, she somehow felt he was worthy of whatever goodness this world had to offer. He seemed genuinely kind and compassionate.

In an eight-by-ten picture was a lovely woman with a nearly flawless coffee-and-cream complexion. Her midlength, dark brown hair was sprinkled with salt. Standing next to her and much taller than the woman was a handsome, stately-looking man, who called to mind the expression silver fox. Every strand of his wavy hair had turned completely silver. The couple looked into each other’s eyes with adoration. His parents, she surmised.

Darius slipped quietly into the room. Unnoticed by Courtney, who appeared focused on the pictures atop his desk, he watched her. As he drank in her natural beauty, his heart started to race. The effect she had on him was profound, something he’d never experienced before. The view from behind was sexy, spellbinding and thrilling.

Feeling someone’s presence, Courtney turned and saw Darius standing there.

Impeccably dressed in a light gray, pinstriped suit, a pink silk shirt, with a complementary white, pink and gray silk tie, Darius exemplified a successful tycoon. The fashionable attire looked exquisite on his fine physique.

Courtney smiled brightly. “Good evening, Darius. It’s nice to see you again.”

Darius smiled gently. “The feeling is mutual. Would you like something to drink?”

Courtney nodded her assent. “Cold water would be nice. Thank you.”

Darius walked over to his desk and picked up the phone, punching in the red intercom button. “Jasmine, please bring in a few bottles of ice-cold water and a platter of fresh fruit. I’m starving and way past ready for my dinner order.”

“Right away, Mr. Fairfax.”

“Thanks, Jasmine. You’re the best.”

Instead of sitting down in the swivel chair behind his desk, where he conducted most of his business, Darius opted for one of the plush microfiber sofas. He wanted to make Courtney feel at ease.

She took a seat. One click of her thumb opened the brown leather briefcase. “I’m letting you call all the shots,” she reminded him, smiling softly.

“In that case, we’re ready. Have you come up with any other inspiring ideas for the surprise engagement party?”

“Based on the things we discussed yesterday, I think I have a couple of good ones. Since I can’t confer with Candice, I only have your brain to pick.” Reaching into her briefcase, she removed a few sheets of paper and handed them to him.

“I sketched a few ideas for centerpieces to include the angels you mentioned.”

A light knock came on the door before Darius could respond. The door opened and in walked Jasmine. She set a metal tray on the rectangular chrome table situated in one corner of the vast room.

Jasmine was dressed beautifully. Courtney thought she was stunning; her attire had class and style. She imagined guys giving off shrill wolf whistles whenever Jasmine walked into a room or strolled by. Clad in a red silk blouse and slim navy skirt, the young woman was a looker. A wide red patent-leather belt spanned her slender waist.

Getting to his feet, Darius was eager to introduce the two dynamic women.

“Jasmine Parker has been my administrative assistant for the past couple of years. I can count on her when I can’t rely on anyone else. A one-of-a-kind employee, she’s loyal to me and committed to running the office to the best of her ability. I’d be lost without Jasmine,” he told Courtney. “She agreed to stay on until our meeting is done. This young, innovative lady has a great future ahead of her in film.”

Courtney took Jasmine’s extended hand. “So nice to meet you, Jasmine.”

“Same here,” Jasmine assured Courtney, smiling sweetly.

A couple of light pleasantries were exchanged between the two women before Jasmine turned her attention back to her boss. “Do you need anything else before your dinner arrives, Mr. Fairfax?”

“I’m good for now. Thanks, Jasmine.”

“I’m just an intercom buzz away.” She smiled at her boss then quickly excused herself and hurried out of the room.

Courtney’s eyes followed Jasmine until the door shut. The lady was intriguing.

“It looks like you surround yourself with beautiful women.” Courtney wanted to swallow her tongue. What a provocative thing for her to say to a client. It was asinine.

“I’m assuming you’re talking about Jasmine for one, but who else are you referring to?”

Cheeks aflame with embarrassment, Courtney pointed at his desk. “The ladies in the photographs are also stunning.”

“Ah, Candice and Mom. They are beautiful. Candice’s inner spirit matches her physical beauty.” He suddenly grew silent, his eyes misting. “Candice needs protecting. She’s very fragile. I try hard to make sure she’s always happy.”

Courtney looked concerned for Darius. He looked so sad all of a sudden. “A surprise reception should make her happy. I’m sure she’ll be pleased.” She wanted to ask him more about his mother, but something told her not to. The fact he hadn’t offered any personal information about her, not even her name, was enough to deter Courtney from making any inquiries.

“I’d do just about anything for Candice, including laying down my life. I’m her fiercest protector. Our relationship is immovably strong and refreshingly honest. I’m beyond certain that no one can ever come between us. We are in each other’s blood.”

Darius’s comments gave Courtney chills and goose bumps. She’d never heard any man voice his feelings for someone in such an emotionally moving way. Whatever Candice had or didn’t have, she had a fiancé who loved her, a man who was willing to die for her. How many women were able to say that? Courtney could only imagine what it might be like to have someone communicate with her in such a profound way. That he hadn’t included his mother in his statement had Courtney thankful she hadn’t opened up what might be unpleasant for him. She just didn’t know what was what.

Courtney thought about the one and only serious romantic relationship she’d had in her adult life. Unfortunately, the liaison had turned out to be a huge, painful disappointment and failure for her. She often thanked God for bailing her out of the toxic situation before she’d fallen hard for Michael Scottsdale, a corporate executive.

Unwittingly, excruciating heartbreak had been waiting for Courtney around every corner. By the grace of God, she’d been led onto another path, but only after she’d taken an unfortunate detour to Michael’s cheating, unfeeling heart. Many women had fought hard in the trenches to become number one in the life of this successful man—in hopes of winning him over. Just as many ladies had lost the battle, including her. Yet losing had really turned out to be a win for her in the end.

All the endless, lonely nights in Courtney’s life were as much her fault as anyone’s. Safeguarding her precious heart had become as important to her as breathing. She preferred to be alone than to have her leisure time filled with a meaningless relationship. Loneliness was sometimes a hard row for her to hoe, yet she had finally found peace in merely sharing her time with girlfriends and others with whom she’d forged mutual bonds.

Courtney spread out on the coffee table several sheets of paper that outlined her plans for Darius’s special event. Everything had been illustrated in painstaking detail. “Please take a minute to look at what I’ve come up with.”

“My time is yours. That’s why I asked you to meet me here in my office.”

Courtney nodded. “In that case, I’ll wait for your comments.”

A knock came on the door again. Just as before, it opened and Jasmine stepped inside. Walking across the room to the corner table, she set down the tray and left the domed top in place. “Can I get you something other than water to drink?”

“Water is fine.” He looked up at Courtney. “What about you?”

Courtney nodded. “Water is perfect for me, too.”

Darius smiled warmly at his assistant. “Thanks. The food smells wonderful.”

“It came from Miss Lilly’s.”

He grinned. “Cube steak, gravy and mashed potatoes?”

Jasmine laughed. “Your favorites are what I always order from Miss Lily’s. Hot applesauce and a salad are there, too, along with thick wedges of cornbread and sweet potato pie. If you need anything else, just let me know.”

“I will,” he said. “Thanks again.”

Darius stood and moved over to the table, inviting Courtney to join him. Once she was seated, he sat down and said a humble blessing over his meal. Picking up his fork, he took the first bite of cube steak, closing his eyes to savor the delicious taste. The meat was tender and the thick, dark gravy was seasoned perfectly.

Scooping up a forkful of mashed potatoes and another piece of steak, he held it up to Courtney’s mouth, shocking her silly. He noticed the reluctance in her eyes. “You just have to taste this wonderful dish. Please indulge me. You won’t be sorry.”

Despite her surprise, Courtney took the proffered food. She wasn’t keen on eating off his fork, but she did so rather than making a fuss over it. It was the closest she’d come to sharing a kiss with him. She decided not to deny her desire to taste the full, sensuous-looking lips that had wrapped around the fork first. She suppressed a satisfied moan. “It is delicious! Where’s this restaurant located? I’ll have to give it a try.”

“Perhaps we can go to dinner there together. I’d love to take you to Miss Lilly’s.”

Not sure of an appropriate response to such an inappropriate comment, Courtney said nothing. It was wrong of him to ask her out to dinner. Maybe Candice didn’t have a man who loved her. Or perhaps his suggestion was perfectly innocent. It was possible she’d read too much into his remark. She quickly convinced herself that had to be it.

As he picked up one of the sketches, he drew in a deep breath. “Did you say you sketched these designs?”

“I did. I love art. There was a time when I thought I might pursue it as a career, but learning all I could about catering kept me too busy to take on anything else.”

“There’s no reason why you can’t do both. These sketches are exquisite. You have quite a creative eye.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. I’ve taken a few art courses in my day. It dovetails with my desire for filmmaking. They’re both artistic talents. I love sketching. Sculpting, too.”

Courtney nodded. “That’s great! Which sketch of mine do you like best?”

He pointed at the drawing with the angel’s wings fully extended. “It’s beautiful. I love the soft shades of lavender you chose. The wingspan suggests a flight to me, a journey into paradise, which is where I hope Candice will always live.”

You can make sure of that by sharing paradise with your precious Candice.

“Where is paradise for you, Courtney?”

Courtney lowered her lashes momentarily. “I haven’t given it any thought.”

Darius looked totally surprised. “You’ve never thought of paradise, of what it might be like or what you’d want it to be like?”

Courtney did everything she could do not to grit her teeth. Why did Darius care about her paradise? Why was he pushing her on the issue? She hadn’t given up on living an idyllic lifestyle. She just tried very hard not to think about it. Her illusions about heaven and love on earth had been shattered a long time ago. Love and happiness would come as a complete surprise if either found her, since she simply wasn’t searching for them.

He looked closely at Courtney. “I seemed to have hit a nerve. Who hurt you?”

Getting up from the table, Courtney walked across the room and stood at the window. As she looked out at what many would happily refer to as paradise, she fought to keep her emotions in check. As she glanced toward the Hollywood Hills, she saw the sun playing hide-and-seek with the jagged mountain range. The colors in the sky were the same soft ones she’d used to sketch one of the angels amid a lovely floral arrangement.

Courtney suddenly stiffened. Darius was right behind her, close enough for her to hear and feel his breathing. As his hands came down gently onto her shoulders, she balled her fists tightly. What did he think he was doing? Why was he touching her so tenderly?

He felt her go rigid and backed off. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have gotten so personal. I promise not to do it again. Think we can get back to work?”

“I’d like that very much. I came here to work, Darius.”

“I understand. Can we sit back down now?”

Instead of a verbal response to Darius’s question, certain that her voice would quiver, Courtney claimed a seat on the sofa, hoping she could get back to the business at hand. He had unnerved her and her wild attraction to him only made things worse. Under different circumstances, she might have answered his personal questions with a daring remark or a passionate kiss. But he was a man about to be married and they shouldn’t be getting personal, period.

End of story.

Darius looked over the catering catalogues once again. “Candice loves seafood, but I’m afraid of it spoiling, not to mention the smell. What do you think?”

“All foods can only be kept out for certain periods. Seafood is kept on ice when it’s out. My staff and I will see to it that nothing is left out past the recommended time. Cooked seafood doesn’t smell bad. What types are you interested in?”

“Shrimp, cracked crab and lobster are her favorites. If I decide not to go with seafood, what other suggestions do you have?”

Courtney handed Darius a few menus she’d already put together, boldly typed on parchment paper. “Give yourself time to look these over before making a final decision. We have time. Maybe you’d like to get other opinions or even consult Jasmine.”

Darius smiled. “You’re very thorough. I feel I can trust your judgment. Too many opinions can sometimes cloud a vision. I’ll stick with your suggestions, but there’s one thing I’d like to say. I don’t want to order any alcoholic beverages. You may think it’s an unusual request, but Candice doesn’t drink.”

His request wasn’t such an odd one. She’d catered plenty of events where no alcohol was served. “I understand your request better than you think. You’re in charge of whatever we order. Once my staff knows our clients’ likes, we’re known for making the right choices.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it going on.” He loosened his tie and popped open the top button on his silk shirt.

Courtney wished she wasn’t thinking of what was under that shirt. She knew his chest was broad. Was it covered with hair? She’d like nothing better than to suckle his nipples and lick them like Popsicles. The idea of his areolas hardening beneath her tongue caused moisture to form at the core of her femininity. By the color of his skin, she imagined his nipples to be either a medium shade of brown or slightly darker.

“Hello, are you still with me?” Darius sang out, laughing at her dazed expression.

Courtney quickly returned to the here and now, fighting hard to hide her embarrassment. Losing herself to sexy thoughts of him had to stop immediately. “I’m still with you. Just thinking of a few more ideas,” she lied. Ideas of how I can seduce your fine body until you give in and eventually beg for mercy.

Courtney and Darius worked together for another hour and a half. They talked shop, mixed and mingled menu items and swapped ideas on the decorations. The color scheme and angels were definites. He chose the angel with the full wingspan, opting for lavender for the floral arrangements, just as he’d suggested from the beginning. He consulted her on a theme for the invitations, telling her he wanted gold-embossed angels on the front, but he was interested in handling the design himself.

Courtney put everything back into her briefcase then closed and locked it. “I’ll call you after I pull this all together. We can meet again when it’s time to get your approval. I hope you’ll love what we do for your reception. It’s coming together in my mind and now I need to get it sorted out on paper. Then we can draw up a contract.”

“You are thorough and confident. I like people who run their businesses efficiently.”

Courtney blushed, smiling at the same time. “Thank you. I like people who are willing to give credit where it’s due. When my customers are happy and satisfied, they recommend us to family, friends and colleagues. That helps the business grow. All my clients become salespeople and advertisers for my business if they’re treated right. Pleasing our clients is our top priority. If anything goes wrong, I’ll do my best to fix it.”

“Touché, my fair lady. You are indeed something else, a powerful force.”

Excited by his sincere praise, Courtney grinned. “Good night, Darius. Have a nice evening.”

“You, too.” His eyes narrowed as he watched her walk to the door and leave.

Darius felt like he’d just been steamrolled and bulldozed, all at the same time. Courtney Campbell was one hell of a woman. Where had she been hiding all his life? Women like her didn’t come a dime a dozen. This intriguing lady was one in a trillion, one of the rarest kinds. God had surely broken the mold and tossed it after creating her.

Courtney slipped into the driver’s seat of her Lexus. Once she started the engine, she laid her head on the steering wheel to give herself a few minutes to settle down. Darius had her so high she wasn’t sure if her feet would ever touch down on earth again.

The man is engaged to a beautiful, sexy woman, one whom he clearly adores.

The sobering thought did little to quash the euphoria Courtney felt inside. There was no harm in a bit of daydreaming about the finest man she’d ever met. She knew full well that Darius was romantically unavailable to her. That didn’t mean he couldn’t star in her fantasies every now and then.

Once she met Candice, Courtney hoped all these dizzying thoughts about him would vanish. The fiancée was real enough to her, but Courtney hadn’t met her face-to-face. After becoming acquainted with Candice, Courtney was sure dreams of Darius would die down and eventually disappear altogether.

This fine brother and his fiancée have promises to keep, promises to each other.

Clad in a navy blue double-breasted pantsuit and a red silk top, matching it with red leather heels and bag, Courtney had attracted a lot of male attention from the moment she’d entered the large ballroom inside the beautiful Hollywood Westin Bonaventure. She had spotted her brunch companions immediately but decided to check out the food offerings first.

The decorations set off the buffet in such a beautiful yet healthy manner. The deep purple eggplants and green, orange and yellow squashes exuded vibrancy. Various types of whole and sliced plump red tomatoes infused the table with even more color, as did a variety of fresh melon slices, red and green grapes and golden pineapple chunks. There were too many delectable items to choose from.

Sauntering over to the omelet station, Courtney checked out all the available ingredients. She then requested from the white-capped chef an all-vegetable omelet, consisting of button and sliced mushrooms, black olives, yellow squash, zucchini, chopped asparagus, slivers of green peppers and diced tomatoes.

J. R. Norman pulled out Courtney’s chair and then reclaimed his own. A physical fitness enthusiast, his body was tight and muscled, his waistline tapered. His complexion was soft and dark and his thick moustache was kept neatly trimmed. Sporting a close-cropped haircut, his waves were dark brown sprinkled with a bit of gray. By all standards, J.R. was a good-looking man and eminently charismatic when he decided to pour it on. Courtney liked how real and up-front he was and how deeply he loved his wife.

Monica had fallen in love with the professional music teacher and drummer in a matter of weeks, surprised to learn he’d fallen just as hard for her. Six months later they’d taken their vows in front of family members and very close friends. No bride was any more stunning than Monica on her special day. Courtney had been her maid of honor.

With a plate piled high, showcasing all sorts of delicious-smelling food, Monica was seated to her husband’s left. Dressed in a white pantsuit and a yellow silk shell, she looked gorgeous. Yellow patent-leather shoes and a matching purse complemented the stark white suit beautifully. Monica was a vision of loveliness. At times it was hard for J.R. to take his eyes off his woman.

A quick look at Courtney’s dish made J.R. laugh. “Is that all you’re eating?”

Courtney gave him a sideways glance. “I’m just starting out. There’s not a lot of room on this table so I didn’t want to fill too many plates at once. Don’t worry. My $34.99 will not go to waste, especially the way I love breakfast food.”

“I hope not,” J.R. countered. He looked over at his wife’s plate. “Now this sister knows how to pack it. What amazes me is she doesn’t gain an ounce after eating a ton of food.”

“J.R.,” Monica scolded lightly, “you should never talk about a woman’s weight in front of her or any other ladies. It’s rude and insensitive. And leave Courtney alone.”

J.R. hunched his shoulders. “I call it like I see it—and you already know that about me. What do you think, Courtney?”

Before Courtney could respond, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. “Had I known you liked this place, I would’ve invited you to join me. I eat here often. Hello,” he said to J.R. “I’m Darius Fairfax.” He then nodded at Monica. “I’m one of Courtney’s clients,” he told J.R. “She’s handling an engagement reception for me.”

J.R. wiped his right hand on a white linen napkin before extending it to Darius. “You got the right lady for the job. So nice to meet you, man. Care to join us?”

“As a matter of fact, I’d love the company. I’m alone. Since I haven’t filled a plate yet, I’ll do that first. Thanks for the invite.” With that said, Darius strolled off.

J.R. looked right at Courtney, though she felt as if he were looking right through her. “What’s up with this Darius Fairfax? He may be getting married, but he definitely has a thing for you. What’d you do to that man to make him go off the deep end? He’s spellbound. The brother couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

Monica tried to reel her husband in, but his fishing expedition was already too deep. Courtney hadn’t taken the bait, yet he felt he had a right to reel her in. Monica looked on as he continued firing questions at her boss, barely giving her a chance to respond.

“J.R., you know I love you, but please put a lid on it. There is nothing between Darius and me. He’s a client and I’m his hired gun, with major firepower. Got it?”

J.R. nodded. “Yeah, and so has he. The man has it bad for you. Don’t be surprised if he backs out of this commitment. He can’t possibly love another woman and look at you like you’re the queen of his heart. Sparks are flying every which way between you two. Mark my words, ladies. Anyone care to make a wager?”

Monica gave Courtney a pleading look, hoping she could ignore her husband and forgive him. It was like he’d suddenly lost all his marbles. Courtney returned a nod of understanding. J.R. wouldn’t say these things in front of Darius. He’d never embarrass his wife or her. The three friends very much respected and relished their closeness.

Upon Darius’s return to the table, he sat down next to Courtney. As his arm accidentally brushed against hers, she felt a rush of heat. If it wouldn’t be so telling, she’d fan herself to cool the hot flames singeing her skin.

Discreetly, Courtney surveyed Darius’s attire. Though dressed more casually than when she’d last seen him, he still looked like a man of means. He wore a black blazer with a gold royal crest and his light blue silk shirt was open at the collar. The revealing bit of thick chest hairs made her want to see so much more of his sexy attributes. A sudden thought of him standing under the shower naked caused her to gasp.

Darius looked at Courtney with concern. “Are you okay?”

She managed a believable smile. “I’m fine. Something must’ve gone down the wrong way. It’s okay now.” Things were definitely going down the wrong way, but she had no clue as to how to redirect them. Gushing over an engaged man was simply insane.

Noticing the tiny beads of sweat on Courtney’s forehead didn’t convince Darius that everything was fine with her, but he thought it best to let it ride. The last thing he wanted to risk was embarrassing her in front of her friends.

“I know Monica works for Courtney, but what about you, J.R.? Are you employed by The Party People, too?” Darius inquired.

“I work for Courtney on occasion. If she has clients who need a band, we accommodate her if we’re free. However, I’m a music teacher at Rutherford Junior College. I also teach private keyboard and drum lessons to youngsters. Writing music is the part of my career I love best.”

Darius smiled broadly. “That’s good to know, man. Have you ever written music for a film or television?”

J.R. shook his head in the negative. “Can’t say that I have, but I’d sure love to give it a try.”

“Let’s set up a meeting before we leave here. I’m the owner of D.F. Film Productions, Inc. My offices are here in Hollywood. Have you heard of my firm?”

“Who hasn’t heard of your company?” Impressed with Darius’s success, J.R. wondered if he might help something extraordinary happen in his music career. “Great things are said about what you’re doing for blacks in theater arts. I’m awed by what you’ve taken on. The power people in Tinseltown are not easy adversaries.”

“I try not to see them as opponents. My desire is to partner with some of the best producers and directors working in this city. There’s enough for all of us in the world of entertainment. And we always need music.”

“I’d love to hear what you’re looking for. Monica always said that might be just the right ticket for me. She’s my wife, and she means everything in the world to me.” J.R. leaned over and kissed Monica full on the mouth.

Darius grinned. “The way you two look at each other made that an easy call. Body language tells its own story. Love between two people reveals itself in a number of ways. The lack of love between partners is just as easy to read.”

“Yeah, I know,” J.R. remarked. “Love is loud and clear, with or without vocals.”

Darius’s eyes suddenly flickered. “I like that! People in love are blessed. It’s a thrill to watch actors communicate love in a romantic story without saying a word.”

Talking about love and romance had gotten to Courtney, a hopeless romantic who had yet to experience a genuine loving relationship. The man of her dreams was out there, but she had no idea when he’d show up. If he did appear, she wasn’t sure she’d recognize him immediately.

Glancing at Darius, she recalled her heart reaching out to him the moment she’d laid eyes on him. Unfortunately for her, his heart and love already belonged to another.

Chapter 3

Gathering together the papers she needed for the staff meeting, Courtney slid them into a manila folder and headed toward the conference room. She was early, but the extra time would give her a chance to sip a cup of coffee and go over her notes again. There was much to discuss this morning and the staff had a lot on its plate, literally.

The months to come were filling up quickly and quite a few dates had been booked up to the end of the year. Several Christmas parties, both day and evening events, were already on the December schedule. Deposits had been obtained.

Remembering when she only had one or two events scheduled in a single month made Courtney laugh. Even when dates were scarce and far and few between, she never thought about giving up. Anything worth having was worth working hard for.

Courtney entered the conference room and set down her briefcase at the head of the table. Monica—sweet, highly efficient—Monica stayed on her toes. From the looks of things, as usual, her assistant had set up the conference room for the staff meeting sometime before she’d left the office on Friday. Copies of the meeting agenda had been placed on the long table in front of each high-back leather chair and cups of pencils and pens were within easy reach.

A quick glance to her left revealed a linen-covered table fully stocked with both regular and flavored tea bags, dry packets of creamer, sugar, various artificial sweeteners, plastic stirrers, regular-size napkins and foam cups.

Mini flavored liquid creamers were kept inside the office-size refrigerator, along with bottles of water and several kinds of regular and diet sodas. Single-serving-size juices, such as tomato, V8, cranberry, apple and orange were available, too, along with fresh lemon, lime and orange wedges.

Pretty sure the coffee station was ready for use, Courtney walked over to the built-in counter and pulled out the coffeemaker’s filter tray, which was indeed filled with dark crystals. After filling the water well, she plugged in the electrical cord then pressed the red on button. Reaching into the cupboard above where the machine was located, she pulled out one of the black ceramic mugs adorned with the company’s gold-embossed logo and waited for the coffee to brew. After pouring her java, she sauntered over to the conference table.

Just as she sat down, her cell rang. “You Are Not Alone” played and made her smile, inviting sentiment to well up in her heart.

As Courtney instantly recognized the voice on the other end, her eyes danced with light. “Good morning, Darius. How are you?”

“I couldn’t be better. Sharing Sunday brunch with you, J.R. and Monica was a pleasure for me yesterday. Listen, Courtney, I need a big favor. Think you can go to a club with me on Thursday evening to hear a band? I’d really like your opinion on the group who call themselves Rest Assured.”

Courtney chuckled. “I already like the catchy name. What time are you meeting them?”

“It’s not an official meeting. I just plan to show up and listen. J.R. already has a gig booked on the event date. Eight or so is when I’d like to get to there. They go on at nine, but I always like time to unwind. They’re performing at Club 21.”

“My employees and I drop in there after work from time to time. Let me look at my calendar and get back to you.”

Unprepared for the jagged disappointment sluicing through him, Darius winced. He was used to women telling him they were available at his beck and call, though it wasn’t something he encouraged, desired or demanded. Courtney, on the other hand, made it seem as if she wasn’t the least bit interested in him on a personal level—and he was more than bothered by that. She was a true enigma, and he actually liked that about her. Generally speaking, figuring out someone instantly wasn’t very challenging or exciting to him.

Getting to know Courtney Campbell outside her corporate persona was a challenge Darius wished he could meet head-on. The lady was so intriguing that it was hard to keep his mind fixed on one of the finest engagement receptions he had to pull off.

Monica was the first employee to pop into the conference room. Dressed in pink designer jeans and a fashionable top in a dark shade of coral made her look cool and comfortable. She smiled as she rushed by Courtney, who was still on the phone, to claim her favorite seat at the table.

“Say, Darius, our staff meeting is about to start. I need to end this call. I promise to try to get back with you before the lunch hour is over. Is that okay?”

“It’s fine. In fact, let’s discuss the reception some more over lunch. I’ve been given a Web site for the band. I’ll check it out and print the important criteria to bring along.”

Sucking in a deep breath, Courtney mentally wrestled with her reluctance to accept Darius’s invitation versus her desire to be near him. It’s only lunch. You do have to eat. “Where would you like to meet for lunch?”

Deep regret assailed Courtney’s common sense the same moment the words left her mouth. Being alone with this irresistible, engaged man was dangerous. The riotous feelings he evoked inside her should serve as a serious warning: Danger dead ahead.

“Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles on Gower and Sunset is the first place I thought of. If Monica is free, please invite her, too. She kept us laughing at brunch. I like both her and J.R. I get the feeling they’re very genuine, down-to-earth people.”

“You nailed that right! They’re the most sincere people I’ve ever met. I’ll share your invite with Monica and see if she can make it. Does twelve-thirty work?”

“Perfect. See you then.”

Wanting to hear his last breath, Courtney kept the phone up to her ear until he’d clicked off. As she looked around the room, it appeared that almost everyone was present. There were a few staffers missing, mostly part-timers, but she expected them to skid into the room any minute now. Everyone knew tardiness was a major pet peeve of hers.

Courtney smiled brightly as Alma and Harrell Campbell came through the door. Her grandmother had said she wasn’t sure if they’d make the meeting or not, but Courtney was pleased to see them. As her grandparents took seats, Courtney blew kisses their way, showing exactly how she felt about Grammy Alma and Papa Harrell. Love was written all over her face and it shone brightly in her eyes.

After demonstratively greeting her family members, Courtney made her way over to them, gave out warm hugs and planted kisses on their cheeks. Smiling with contentment, Courtney watched as Monica dashed around the room to get coffee for the elder Campbells, whom Monica loved as if they were her own kin. Once she filled the mugs, she came back to the table and handed the dark, hot liquid to Alma and Harrell. Monica then returned to the counter to pour a cup of coffee for herself.

Courtney walked over to the podium and opened her manila folder. Another quick glance around the room confirmed that everyone was present and accounted for.

“Good morning to all of you. It’s nice to see your sunshiny smiles. The uplifting weekend zipped by us with the speed of lightning. Now we’re here to share in our Monday morning blues session. Hopefully, we won’t have any.” As Courtney pulled a comical face, everyone laughed. Her sense of humor made the staff meetings fun.

“We’ll discuss old business first and then go over the items we’ve yet to complete. I hope all of you have evaluated the events you’ve worked. Writing reports can be tedious, but it helps us pinpoint our strengths and identify weaknesses. Cheryl, let’s start with you. How did the Bevins’ twenty-fifth anniversary party go?”

Cheryl Dawson, an attractive, fair-skinned female, tall with a slender body, stood up and approached the podium. She was a genius with numbers. Everyone called on her after receiving a final head count for the events they worked on. She almost always suggested just the right amount of food items and beverages to order.

Cheryl smiled warmly. “The Bevins’ event was a big success,” she said into the microphone. “We know how hard it is to pull off surprise parties, but the family members in charge managed to keep the couple totally in the dark. No one could’ve faked their reactions. Everyone who responded to the RSVP showed up. We succeeded in all areas. The handling of the event received an A+, according to the feedback surveys.”

The staff clapped in response to Cheryl’s positive report as she sat back down.

Courtney moved back to the podium. “Congratulations on the hard work to Cheryl and her great team! We wish every event earned such high marks. An A+ is rare.”

For the next hour, Courtney sat and listened to the other staff members’ assessments of the events they had handled. Not a single one was a disaster, but neither were any as perfect as Cheryl’s. There were several B grades and a couple of Cs. The staff discussed in depth things that had and hadn’t run smoothly.

Taking thorough notes helped Courtney identify problem areas with an event, which gave her an opportunity to make improvements. Working out all the kinks was a job she relished and also paid very close attention to.

Courtney smoothed a hand down her white dress slacks before slipping back into the matching suit jacket. The lavender silk shirt was a great color to complement her complexion and it beautifully offset the white Evan Picone crepe pantsuit.

Standing in front of the mirrored dressing table, she refreshed her makeup and tended to her full lips, brushing on a clear gloss. Combing her hair back in place came next. Satisfied that she looked her very best, she left the bathroom and headed back to the front of the restaurant to wait for Darius. Monica had already made other plans for lunch and her grandparents had had to leave immediately after the meeting adjourned.

The moment Darius spotted Courtney he couldn’t help smiling. She hadn’t seen him yet, so that gave him a few seconds to indulge himself in a bit of girl-watching. He loved the outfit she had on and he also thought the lavender color complemented both the stark white material of her suit and her warm skin tone. He noticed that the lavender shoes she wore had low heels, as opposed to the stiletto styles a lot of women preferred. She walked with confidence; he noticed how high she held her head.

What was going on inside her mind was only one of many things he’d love to explore about her. What made her tick? Who was the woman beneath the business persona? What would make her smile the brightest and bring her the most pleasure? What kind of man turned her on? What did Courtney Campbell want out of life and love?

So many intriguing questions without answers. Darius vowed to find out everything about the mysterious Courtney. She seemed to have a lot going for her. It was important for him to know her every desire and what fueled them.

Settled in at a window booth the hostess had led them to, Courtney and Darius looked over menus while waiting for the waiter to appear. Both had eaten at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles countless times, but they still perused the offerings closely.

“I think I’ll just have a side order of wings. I’m not that hungry,” Courtney said.

Darius glanced up and made eye contact with her. “I noticed at brunch you don’t seem to eat much. Are you dieting?”

Courtney chuckled. “J.R. and you must’ve put your heads together on this subject. He also questioned what little I had on my plate, but I don’t feel I undereat. I’ve certainly overdone it a number of times.”

Darius laughed. “Who hasn’t overdone it?”

“For the most part, I’m simply not a big eater,” Courtney explained. “I also get full pretty quickly. The portions on my plate have nothing to do with dieting, though I do try to eat healthy. But when it comes to breakfast foods, I can eat like a horse.”

“There’s nothing wrong there. What about having a salad with your wings?”

Courtney shot him a cool glance. “I had planned to order a salad. Do you suggest what foods Candice should eat?” Courtney wanted to remind him that he had a fiancée to be concerned with. What Courtney ate or didn’t eat shouldn’t concern him one bit.

“Sorry if I hit a nerve. That wasn’t my intent. To answer your question, I do concern myself with what Candice eats. She’s a diabetic, who tends to ignore her health issues as if they don’t exist. Her diabetes is a big concern for me. Unfortunately, I have the tendency to become overanxious, especially with folks I care about.”

Slightly embarrassed by her odd behavior, Courtney bit down on her lower lip. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know about Candice’s health. I can see why you’d voice concern.”

His eyes softened as he looked across the table at her. “I try not to call attention to what others eat, but sometimes I end up doing it anyway. It’s only because I care.”

“Point well taken,” she said, hoping they’d move on and leave this topic in the dust. “Does anything on the menu have your palate worked up?”

“The chicken and waffles is my favorite dish. I always say I’m going to try something else, but I never do. I don’t come here as often as I’d like, but that’s by choice. Too much of anything isn’t good for anyone. I’m hyper enough without all the syrup.”

A male waiter arrived at the table just as Darius finished his remark. He quickly suggested that Courtney’s order be taken care of first. Once the waiter had written down both of his patrons’ meal choices, he left.

Darius pulled from his briefcase the information on the band he’d downloaded from his computer. He handed Courtney the paperwork. “I’d like you to look these over. I’m considering using this band for the reception if they’re free on our May date.”

Courtney took hold of the paperwork and laid it aside. “When you spoke about the band, I didn’t know you intended to hire them for the reception. I thought when you went with the full-service catering package you were content to have us take care of the entertainment. Why the sudden change of heart?” she asked rather pointedly.

Darius wasn’t sure, but he thought he’d heard a sharp edge in Courtney’s tone. Had he offended her? If so, he’d insulted her unwittingly. “I’m still committed to the full-service contract. A friend just happened to tell me about this band…and I thought I’d check them out. It seems I’ve stepped on your toes, unintentionally so. Because of our contract, I actually wanted to see what you thought of this particular band.”

Deep down inside, Courtney regretted her quick, testy reaction. It wasn’t like her to speak before gathering all the facts. She hadn’t meant to come off as churlish, either. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t already mentioned the band to her. She had misinterpreted his intent by thinking he’d planned to use them for another event that she wasn’t handling for him. “Looks like I got it all wrong,” she admitted. “Thank you for valuing my opinion. That means a lot to me.”

“Does that mean you’ll meet me on Thursday to check out these guys?”

Courtney grinned, impressed by how clear he made things. “You never miss an opportunity to go after what you want, do you? Piranha comes to mind on occasion.”

Stunned by the remark, he raised an eyebrow. “Is that really how you see me?”

“Yes.”

Darius was somewhat puzzled by her coolly spoken assessment. “I admit to going after what I want, but it’s never at the expense of anyone else’s feelings. I seize an opportunity when it presents itself, but there’s nothing underhanded about my motives. And I’m definitely no killer fish.”

This man had a way of keeping Courtney way off balance. He had just shattered the image of him she’d conjured in her mind. Still, there was the question of a fiancée he seemed to conveniently forget he had.

“Forgive me, Darius. I don’t know why I keep trying to sum you up in a word or two and then lump you into one category or another. It’s obvious that you’re not an easy man to define. It’s also apparent that you’re every man and it’s all within you.”

Darius couldn’t keep from laughing. “So now you’re comparing me to the song ‘I’m Every Woman.’ Only you could’ve come up with that one! The fact you’re even trying to define me is flattering. But I think you’re delving way too deep. I’m very easy to explain. I’m not a mystery.”

Like hell you aren’t. Darius was a man of deep mystery. Courtney had a feeling he knew how to get exactly what he wanted. She also thought he knew how to keep whatever he was after once he got it. If he wasn’t engaged, she’d love to be the woman he desired, the one he’d commit to forever.

Courtney hated being this delusional over a man. And any thoughts of him and her together were definite delusions. She was very clear on that. Willingly admitting that she was badly smitten wasn’t easy for her.

The waiter arrived back at the table and served their meals. He then made sure the couple had everything they needed before taking off again.

Courtney and Darius ate in silence, each lost in thoughts of what lay ahead of them for the rest of the day and beyond. For some time, Courtney had been thinking about taking a week off work and disappearing to an island paradise. She knew she couldn’t leave town until after the Fairfax reception was a wrap. She was very interested in the success of all her events, but she wanted to make Candice and Darius’s reception the event of the year.

Courtney had a hard time deciding what to wear to Club 21 for her meeting with Darius. Before she met him, she hadn’t given much thought to clothing choices. She had simply concentrated on a professional look for the office and dressy attire for special events; casual worked best when she was enjoying some rare leisure time.

Looking too sexy had suddenly become a worry for Courtney, so she traded the outfit she had finally decided on for something a lot less provocative.

What was the point in trying to entice a man who was taken?

A crisply creased pair of white denims, a cool red-and-white-striped top and a casual blazer in white brushed cotton replaced her sexier attire. She wasn’t big on using a lot of makeup, but she’d used even less than normal for this evening outing. She didn’t want to look like a plain Jane, yet she didn’t want to make herself too attractive.

Despite Darius’s marital status, he flirted openly with Courtney and it didn’t seem to bother him in the least. Someone had to keep a level head in this deal. It would be too easy for her to give in to the strong desire she had to be in his arms, but thoughts of the beautiful Candice always reined in her emotions. She wasn’t a man stealer or a home wrecker.

Sliding out from behind the wheel of her dark blue Lexus, Courtney handed the valet key to the attendant who’d opened her door. In turn, he gave her a numbered ticket to retrieve her car later.

As she stepped inside Club 21, Darius was the first person she saw. She liked that he was waiting for her to arrive. He came over to her and greeted her warmly, then directed her to a table he’d reserved for the evening.

Darius pulled out a chair for Courtney. “We have a perfect view of the bandstand from here. We won’t miss a thing.”

Courtney smiled. “You sure don’t miss a beat. I like how you handle your business.”

He grinned as he claimed a chair. “Honey, for me, this is as much pleasure as it is business. I’m seated with a great-looking woman and if the band delivers all I’ve heard about them, this should be one magnificent night.”

For all the fuss she’d made to play down her looks, Courtney knew she had failed at dampening Darius’s spirits. He seemed just as excited as he always did in her presence.

“What would you like to drink, Courtney?”

“I only drink wine, and sparingly. A glass of rosé, please.”

Darius stood and then summoned a waitress. Courtney noticed that he was dressed more casually than she’d ever seen him and he still looked like a million bucks. The man wore his clothing as well as any male fashion model. Everything appeared to fit him to a tee. The dark sports coat worn over a soft pink, open-collar shirt made him look dashing, just as the dark designer jeans did.

Ladies might glance at Darius’s expensive attire for a moment or two, but their eyes would no doubt linger on his handsome, clean-shaven face and sexy body. He was breathtaking in more ways than one. His intellect was also very stimulating to Courtney. They talked about anything and everything and she was impressed with how tuned in he was to current events. He also loved to talk politics.

Courtney’s resolve weakened more and more every time she got together with Darius. She was glad the reception was close at hand. Once it was over, she’d never have to see him again. The thought pained her terribly, but their business would soon be concluded. If by chance he contracted her company to cater any other social events, she’d make sure to assign his account to another employee—anyone but herself.

After their wine was delivered to the table, the club manager enthusiastically introduced the band. Glad that she was no longer the main focus of Darius’s attention, Courtney sat back in her chair, hoping she could relax. Being in his company kept her on pins and needles and she’d lost count of the number of times she’d wondered what it would be like to sample his luscious-looking mouth.

The first number the band played brought Courtney up out of her seat. There was no way to sit still when such soul-stirring sounds got her going. Forgetting she was in the company of a client, she let her hair all the way down, dancing and gyrating right in front of her seat. Her sexy movements sent Darius’s imagination racing in a myriad of directions.

As a man who’d confessed to seizing an opportunity when one presented itself, Darius took hold of Courtney’s hand and guided her onto the dance floor. There, in the middle of the room, he let the music seep into his soul and completely overtake him. The music was of the feel-good variety. All they had to do was open up their hearts to it and let it in.

Courtney noticed that she and Darius weren’t the only ones who’d rushed to the dance floor. It appeared that practically everyone in the club was busy getting down. The music had the patrons in the groove and ready to rock away the entire night.

Feeling totally relaxed and at ease with Darius, Courtney danced like she’d never danced before. No longer was she afraid of her feelings for her dance partner. If nothing else, Darius would make a wonderful friend. She’d rather have him as a friend than not have him in her life at all. She didn’t feel as if she were betraying Candice because that wasn’t in her plans. She and Darius just happened to be two decent people with a lot in common.

Turning a wild attraction into a friendship wasn’t a criminal act.

Who could fault them for being friends?

As the fast-paced music changed to a much slower pace, couples slipped into each other’s arms. When Darius brought Courtney in closer to him, she didn’t back away. He kept their bodies at an acceptable, respectable distance, but that didn’t quell the fiery heat surging between them.

Friends slow-danced, too, Courtney told herself.

Darius came back to the table with the leader of the band and a couple of other band members. He immediately introduced the guys to Courtney and asked them to have a seat and join them for drinks on him. The band happily accepted his invitation.

Terry played guitar, his sleek style lathering up the dancers, causing them to act maniacal. Mitchell was a genius on the saxophone, playing as though his very life depended on the sounds coming from his instrument. Richard could wail on the drums, making them communicate beautifully with the soulful rhythms. The bass guitarist, Stephen, seemed to completely lose himself in the sweet chords he played so well. Every single guy in the band was a superb musician.

“You guys are really great! The music is so pure and sweet, yet funky and soulful,” Darius said.

Terry nodded. “Yeah, it’s always like a big party when we get together. We’re truly blessed.”

“I can see why,” Courtney contributed. “I’m kind of shy when it comes to dancing, but you guys had me letting it all hang out before I even knew what had hit me. Do any of you know J. R. Norman?”

Everyone responded to J.R.’s name at the same time. It sounded to Courtney as if he were very much respected by his fellow musicians. They all had something positive to say about him. Terry even commented about how great Monica was, which had Courtney wondering why her friend had never mentioned this fabulous band to her.

Darius set his wineglass down. “Guys, I know you have to get back to the bandstand in a few minutes, but I’d like to know if you can possibly play at a surprise engagement reception.”

Terry stroked his chin. “If it’s a Friday or Saturday, we’re more than likely booked already. Our weekend and holiday dates fill up rather quickly. Spring and summer months are rough, too.”

“Can you check it out during the next break and let me know?” Darius asked.

Terry nodded in the affirmative.

“We’ll never land them, at least not for the upcoming event,” Darius said to her after the band left the table. “How difficult would it be to change the event to a late-afternoon affair to accommodate their schedule?”

“The invitations aren’t printed yet, so that shouldn’t be a problem. I might have to rework the staff schedules. All of my top coordinators are assigned to your reception. While everyone on my staff is great at what they do, there are those who’ve been with me a long time. These employees know exactly what my expectations are. Like you, I doubt the band will be free, but it never hurts to hope and pray for a miracle.”

The urge to take Courtney into his arms and kiss her passionately nearly overcame Darius. This woman had him on fire and there was nothing he could use to douse the flames.

Courtney was glad that the atmosphere was dim. She hoped the soft, subtle candlelight concealed the blush she felt burning on her cheeks. If Darius could look into her eyes, he’d easily see how smitten she was with him. If only she were walking in Candice’s shoes. She had an idea of how wonderful that might feel. Darius was always very attentive to her and he was sweeter than the purest honey.

“Courtney,” Darius softly whispered her name, “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Will you be okay out here alone?”

“I’ll be fine, Darius. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He got to his feet and walked toward the men’s room, looking back at her with every few steps he took.

Courtney suddenly had a numbing, cold feeling surrounding her. She always felt overly warm when Darius was around. He’d already had a profound effect on her. She tried to force her mind into thinking of him as nothing more than a friend, but her heart wouldn’t cooperate. It was as if her mind, body and soul had all turned against her. She looked over at the exit. If only she had the nerve to get up and leave. A disappearing act would more than likely lose her a client, but it would surely save her virtue.

Wasn’t that better than losing her heart to someone who was unable to accept it?

Outside of Club 21, Darius took Courtney’s car keys from the attendant’s hand and then opened her door. “Thanks for meeting me here this evening. I hope you had as good a time as I did. That band is something else. I haven’t heard music played so well in a long time.”

“Yeah, it was just great. They took us back to the days of our parents’ music, but I couldn’t even identify where all the sounds came from. There was a time it sounded like someone was whistling across the top of a soda bottle.”

Darius laughed. “You picked that up, too, I see.”

Courtney reached for Darius’s hand. She started to shake it, but instead, she lifted it up to her mouth and planted a light kiss on the back of it. “Thanks for a beautiful evening. Drive safely. Good night.”

Darius’s words had been ambushed before they got stuck in his craw. Saying something clever would’ve been nice, but his brain wasn’t coherent at the moment. The kiss to his hand had completely stunned him, giving him an inkling of what might’ve happened had she kissed him on the mouth. The silly notion to never wash his hand crossed his numbed mind. No kiss had ever affected him the way Courtney’s had, a kiss lighter than a whisper.

As Courtney’s car drove away, Darius stood stock-still for several seconds. When he moved toward his car, a snail could’ve bested him had it been a race. In less than two months, he had nearly become a fool over a woman. He shook his head to try to clear the cobwebs from his mind. He shouldn’t be thinking this way, but he had to find a way to keep their relationship from coming to an abrupt end on the third Saturday in May.

If friendship was all they could have, so be it.

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