The Wicked Crush

By Elizabeth Griffin

Dr. Aalizabeth Hicks doesn’t believe in love or long term relationships. She has tried both and failed miserably at each.

The beautiful African American physician isn't interested in finding or keeping a husband. She simply wants to go clubbing, drink lots of tequila and date inappropriate men who do not speak a bit of English.

Aalizabeth never learned a second language, but she sees that as a benefit. The only thing she desires from a man is a good time without lots of conversation.

This suits her just fine until she develops a wicked crush on a tall Latin stranger.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gore Publications
• Release date: Dec 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370817597

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The Wicked Crush

I can't do this. Not in public— not where someone might see me— murmured Aalizabeth as she allowed the stranger to back her into the doorway of a duplex apartment building. This is crazy, she giggled softly. I don't even know you.

The sensually spoken Spanish that her companion whispered in her ear was all the aphrodisiac it took to lured her away from logical thinking.

Cálmate... relax, my little Nightclub Princesa, whispered Nazario against her left ear before he nibbled its tip. What are you afraid of? Isn't this what you wanted? I will not hurt you.

The sexy, and very hot Aalizabeth sighed passionately as she permitted his mouth to kiss the length of her ear before tugging at the diamond stud.

The pull of his teeth caused a tantalizing, erotic pain to shoot through her earlobe and course through her lower body as the earring resisted his mouth.

What are you doing to me, she gasped as a searing desire touched the most intimate places of her female anatomy. I haven't had sex with a man in a long time— I shouldn't be telling you this, but you can't understand a word I'm saying.

She giggled softly as Nazario's full lips kissed her cheek before gradually finding her mouth, Bésame— Stop talking and kiss me.

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The Wicked Crush

ELIZABETH GRIFFIN

Red Velvet Delight Romance

THANK YOU GOD FOR MAKING THIS POSSIBLE

Copyright Elizabeth Griffin

All rights reserved

Published November 27, 2017

Gore Publications

P. O. Box 43561

Philadelphia, PA 19106-3561

www.elizabethgriffin.net

Cover Design

Derrick H. Gore

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in whole or in part, in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without permission from author. Printed In The United States of America

Dedication

To Alberto

the man who introduced me to Salsa music and dance

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Prologue

Hola, mi amigo. ¿Qué tal? greeted Nazario Soto in a thick Puerto Rican accent as he slid into the vacant seat across from his childhood friend.

Asi, Asi, said Ismael in an unenthusiastic voice. The fashionably dressed Latino glanced causally around the dim nightclub.

His eyes landed on a crowded dance floor. The salsa music was doing its job. Beautiful women were spinning around in high heels while their handsome partners took the lead and choreographed one sensual, sexy dance after another.

Ismael continued speaking in his native Spanish, I sprained my ankle playing soccer. Tonight, I’m a wounded bystander, he smiled holding up a vodka glass. ¡Salud! Cheers, to sitting this one out.

Did you at least win the match?

Damn straight. We took the game. It was swift, and merciless.

Nazario lifted his glass and tilted it in Ismael's direction. To a quick recovery, and another World Cup. Have you had that ankle looked at?

Of course. The team coach advises me to keep it wrapped. Absolutely, no dancing. So, here I am. Cannot jeopardize the career.

"Intelligent man," praised Nazario. You do know how to listen to authority. You have come a long way, my friend.

We both have, agreed Ismael before lifting the vodka bottle and pouring out two more drinks, To survival. To good parents.

And a long future, he grinned.

Ismael Vega and Nazario Soto were products of their environment. The rock-hard chests, chiseled abs and narrow waists were the result of endless college soccer matches.

The gorgeously handsome Latinos were born and raised in The Badlands— the notoriously renowned part of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania which as its name suggested was synonymous with dangerous living.

Drug addiction, urban crime and absolute poverty were a few of the local vices the residents had to deal with.

Getting off the streets after dark was imperative to many of the people trying to avoid the hazards of city gunfire; however, it was quickly learned by many that bullets had no curfews. The hot metal claimed lives at all hours of the day and night.

The sprawling urban neighborhood with its crumbling brick houses and abandoned industrial factories towered over many city streets that were littered with trash and drowning in potholes.

It wasn't the ideal place for a Catholic mother to bring-up five curious and sometimes disobedient boys, but that part of North Philly had served its purpose.

It provided Nazario Soto with a home after his family migrated from the barrios of the South Bronx.

The Badlands wasn't a place that could be easily located on a geographical map. It was not a vacation spot that the American Atlas highlighted between its glossy scenic pages. Most tourists didn't even know it existed—

Quién es ella? Who is that? quizzed Nazario in a distracted voice as he watched a beautiful black woman take the dance floor.

She wore a blue leather pants suit. The tight button down blazer revealed copious amounts of cleavage.

Feathered layers of long black hair framed an oval face with expressive eyes and a wide smile.

Nazario's question wasn't a rhetorical one. It demanded a response as he wondered out loud. He directed the inquiry at his best friend, Ismael.

Olvídate de ella... Forget about her. She has a certain type. And, you are not it— said Ismael in a judgmental tone. That one is dangerous. She scopes out a victim, and lures him to her— She screws with his head and then dumps him.

So, she's a regular? Do you know her?