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Chapter 3
Jalen pulled into the small parking lot of Wellness Georgia, shutting off his truck and taking a deep breath. It was Monday morning, and he was here to survey a potential renovation project. From what he had read, Wellness Georgia is a nonprofit that focuses on providing healthcare for low-income residents. This was exactly the kind of project Jalen liked. A project where his work would feel meaningful and help serve people in need.
His contact, 29-year-old Kristen Stanley, had found him through his website and had been impressed enough to recommend him to her boss. She seemed polite and professional over the phone, but Jalen had also caught something else in her voice when he spoke with her. There had been a certain warmth and curiosity. He had to admit, she also had a sexy voice. Now, it was time to put a face to the name. Jalen stepped out of his truck, adjusting his work boots and tool belt. He wore fitted dark jeans and a crisp navy polo that hugged his shoulders and chest.
As he approached the entrance, the glass door swung open, and out stepped a woman who had to be Kristen Stanley, and she was a sight. She had a natural understated elegance to her. Jalen had expected her to be attractive, but damn. Her long, wavy dark brown hair framed her soft, striking features. Her lipstick was a bold, bright red color. Her eyes were almond-shaped and accentuated with dark eyeliner and a neutral-toned eyeshadow, which gave her a subtle smokey-eye effect. Her eyebrows were well-shaped too, enhancing her expressive gaze. Her nails were well manicured too and painted a violet color. Her grey blouse was tucked neatly into a tight, black pencil skirt, hugging her curves perfectly, and on her feet were sleek black leather 10-centimeter Pigalle high-heeled pumps with red bottoms.
For a moment, Kristen just stared at Jalen. She had heard his voice before, and that had already intrigued her. It had been deep, smooth, and confident, but she wasn't prepared for the man behind the voice. Jalen was tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, and light-skinned with a chiseled jawline and short, fresh-cut hair. She felt her stomach tighten involuntarily. For a second, she actually forgot to speak. Jalen smiled slightly, noticing her hesitation.
"Kristen Stanley?" he asked, extending a hand.
Kristen blinked, snapping out of it, before plastering on a professional smile and taking his hand. "Yes! Sorry, I..." she cleared her throat. "It's nice to finally meet you, Jalen. Thanks for coming in."
Jalen nodded, his grip firm and warm, and Kristen was acutely aware of how strong his hand felt around hers. She pulled away, brushing a stray hair behind her ear.
"Get it together. You have a fiancé." Her mind raced.
She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. "Come on in. I'll show you the space we need renovated."
Jalen followed, his eyes subtly taking her in from behind. The way her hips moved in that tight skirt was mesmerizing, and the confident click of her heels against the floor was the sweetest sound. He exhaled slowly as he followed her.
Kristen led Jalen through the halls of Wellness Georgia, all the while trying to keep her focus on the task at hand. The storage space, the renovation plans, the funding was what she was supposed to be thinking about. Not about how damn good Jalen Moss looked walking next to her. Kristen could smell his cologne. It smelled of something clean, masculine, and subtle, but not overwhelming from having too much on. No, he had put on just the right amount and it was practically putting her in a trance from how good it smelled. She led him to the bottom floor of the building and towards the end of the quieter hallway.
"So, this is the current storage area." She said.
She pushed open the double doors, stepping inside. The space was cluttered but functional, with shelves stacked high with medical
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