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  1. Dominique’s attraction to Jake was not only undeniable, but almost frightening in its intensity.
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“You heard me,” Dominique retorted, her tone low and unyielding. “I want to know what you discussed with my son, and I want to know now.”

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Dominique eased her car into what looked like the last spot in the parking lot, not at all happy at the distance between her and a seat in the bleachers for today’s game. It still amazed her that so many people showed up to support a grade-school team. But here they were five games into the season and the parking lot was packed. The article on Jake McDonald that had appeared in the sports section of last week’s LA Times had further increased the team’s popularity.

Today, Dominique blended in a bit more with the crowd. Her CJ Jeans fit her thick thighs and juicy derriere to perfection and the light gold mohair sweater not only gave a nod to the team’s colors but also highlighted the golden tones in her skin. Her short, springy locs shined from the leave in conditioner she’d sprayed on just before leaving the house and the subtle scent of her favorite cologne, along with gold hoop earrings, bangles, and a chunky necklace were the perfect accessories. But anyone thinking Dominique was anything less than a fashion statement had to look no further than her four-inch Jimmy Choo shoes for the truth—Dominique dominated full-figure fashion... even at her son’s sixth grade football game.

Dominique had just sat down on a bleacher near the top of the stands when her phone beeped.

It was Reggie who’d begged out of accompanying her to the game because of a hot date with Quinn, his new man. Do you need me at work on Monday, Miss Dom?

Dominique quickly typed in her response. Don’t I need you most Mondays?

Yes, but Quinn surprised me with a trip to Las Vegas, and tickets to see Celine Dion’s Sunday night show. Girl, after an evening with that voice I’ll be no good the next day. Maybe come in by the afternoon? Plz, Miss Dom!!!

Dominique laughed out loud, shaking her head as she remembered how distraught Reggie had been just a little over a month ago, when his former lover decided he wanted to move back to Italy without him. And now he was head over heels in love with Quinn, who Dominique had to admit looked like Boris Kodjoe with hair. In other words, fine forever. Reggie changed men like she changed shoes and almost as easily. She typed back a reply that she’d see him Monday afternoon just as a cheer went up from the enthusiastic crowd. The Middleton Hurricanes had taken the field.