"Rakeem," Jordan moaned out.

"I'm right here, baby." Rakeem kissed her inner thighs. Jordan bucked against his mouth. Jordan couldn't believe she was about to have sex with Rakeem. She wasn't counting on that happening. After a long day on the job, a late night dinner, and a little bit of wine. Jordan was feeling all kinds of good and she didn't know she would have been flat on her back with Rakeem head between her virgin legs.

A vision of her uncle had Jordan telling Rakeem stop. Tears filled her eyes as she hugged her knees. She averted her eyes, she didn't want him to see her tears. She knew this was going to happen the minute she finally gave her goods to a man. She didn't want to feel like this anymore. She wanted to have a normal life.

Rakeem sat up on the bed and looked at Jordan. What just happened? They were going so good. From the kisses, the touches, to his head between her sweet legs. Rakeem felt as though something was going on with Jordan that was deeper then what she was telling him. He wanted to know. And he wanted to know now.

"Jordan talk to me," Rakeem started. He didn't know what else to say.

"No. It's nothing. I'm not ready that's all," Jordan lied as she pulled the covers over her. She hid her nakedness from him. She was feeling uncomfortable.

"Please don't lie to me, Jordan. You can't just freak out like that during sex unless something happened to you in the past," Rakeem stated, hitting the nail on the head.

Jordan began to let the tears streamed down her face. She shook her head, denying the fact that he was right. He couldn't know what happen to her.

"It's nothing, Rakeem. I swear to you," Jordan backed away from him. Rakeem bowed his head as he shook it.

"I'll be ready to listen whenever you ready to talk. I'll be back," Rakeem mumbled and got off the bed. He strolled into the bathroom and shut the door behind him, quietly after he grabbed his clothes off the floor.

Jordan laid on the bed and hugged the pillow as the tears flow onto the pillow. Why couldn't she be honest with him? Why did she let fear keep her from being honest? She couldn't even understand it herself. She just wanted to be happy. She wanted to be free. Maybe if she talked about it, she could feel better about the whole situation. Maybe Rakeem could help her get over this fear of letting a man get close to her. She was going to try. Not because she wanted any other man. She wanted Rakeem; she wanted a relationship with him. She didn't care that he was her boss and she was his designer. She wanted love. Love she knew he could give her.

Rakeem walked out of the bathroom full dressed. Jordan didn't want him to leave.

"Rakeem," She called out to him. Rakeem halted his walk and turned to her. "I'm ready to talk," She stated in a whisper.

Rakeem sighed deeply and strolled back over to the bed. He propped down and gave her his attention.

Jordan sat up on the bed and blew air out of her mouth. "When I was just ten my uncle tried to rape me. I just can't get the image out of my head of him trying to pry my legs open while I fought against him. It makes me sick that I can't enjoy my life like any normal female does. I'm afraid," Jordan whispered.

Rakeem sat and listened not interrupting her as she got her feelings out. "I feel as though if a man ever laid on me on even tried to open my legs. I'll freak out like I did just now. I feel as though my uncle is between my legs or trying to rape me. I don't know what's wrong with me," Jordan sighed deeply.

Rakeem pulled her into his arms as Jordan grabbed the bed spread and covered herself.

"I'll wait for you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you and I'll wait as long as you want me too. That'll give you time to trust me and trust that I will not hurt you in any kind of way. We can grow our relationship, partnership, and work relationship. I'm in no rush," Rakeem assured her.

Jordan nodded her head and rest her head on his chest. Rakeem sighed deeply. He rubbed her back gently in slow motion.

"What if someone else comes and get your attention and I'm left by myself with my dull life drinking coffee all day," Jordan joked.

Rakeem chuckled a little. "Nah I don't think that will happen. You're cool and I like your bipolar behind."

"I am not bipolar. Why do everybody say that?" Jordan huffed and sat up.

"Jordan really? Okay, you not bipolar. You just have very serious mental problems," He laughed when she pushed him. Jordan looked up at him. "Kiss me,"

Jordan leaned in a kiss his lips. "The start of our relationship starts now. So every hour or so, be looking for a kiss until we can get over your fear. Then we will be doing some other things and I want you to stare at me while I do those things to you so you won't see your uncle. Even though that just rubbed me the wrong way. I don't want you to be thinking about any other man or thing while I do those things to you. I want you to concentrate on me. Rakeem Jackson. You feel me," Rakeem peered down at her. Jordan nodded her head.

"I see where you coming from. I am ready for this as well," Jordan smiled.

"Good. Give me another kiss. A slow passionate kiss," Rakeem smiled. Jordan leaned forward and closed her eyes as her lips touch his. Jordan moved her lips slowly over his as he grasped her face in his hands. He stuck his tongue out and licked her bottom lip wanting entrance into her mouth. Jordan hesitantly opened her mouth and Rakeem moaned as he felt her tongue against his. Their tongue had a little fight as Rakeem devoured her mouth.

Rakeem pulled away when he felt himself getting more excited then what he already was.

"Now that was a kiss," Jordan laughed as she fanned herself.