Negotiating for Love
By: Sharon C. Cooper
Copyright © 2016 by Sharon C. Cooper
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ISBN: 978-0-9903505-8-3
Book Cover: Selestiele Designs
Editor: Yolanda Barber - Write Time, Write Place
Published by: Amaris Publishing LLC in the United States
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Disclaimer
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
About the Jenkins Family Series:
I enjoy reading books that are a part of a series, and now I find that I enjoy writing them as well. Join me as I introduce you to a few members of the Jenkins family.
Steven Jenkins, the patriarch of the Jenkins family, and founder of Jenkins & Sons Construction wants what every entrepreneur head of the family wants - for his children to continue to run the family business long after he’s dead and gone. None of his four sons and three daughters are interested in taking over the reins. It’s not until his oldest granddaughter, Peyton Jenkins, shows an interest that his hope is renewed.
Now its 16 years later, he’s happily retired, and business is better than ever - thanks to his five amazing granddaughters. Toni (TJ) Jenkins, a master plumber, is his favorite granddaughter - though he’ll never admit it; Jada (JJ) Jenkins is the youngest and the most spirited of the bunch. Steven still hasn’t been able to figure her out, but he has to admit, she’s a darn good sheet metal worker. Then there’s Christina (CJ) Jenkins, the shy one in the group and the most compassionate. She’s a painter, but refers to herself as an artist. Martina (MJ) Jenkins, is a carpenter and Steven’s most challenging grandchild who keeps everyone on their toes. Last, but not least, is sweet, levelheaded Peyton (PJ) Jenkins - an electrician and the senior construction manager for Jenkins & Sons Construction.
Negotiating for Love is Martina Jenkins and Paul Kendricks’s story.
About the book:
Master carpenter, Martina “MJ” Jenkins, has built plenty of structures in her day, but none as sturdy as the walls she’s built around her heart. After crossing paths with a sexy U.S. Senator, with gorgeous brown eyes and a seductive smile, her resolve to stay unattached crumbles. Martina is determined to steer clear, but the Senator’s kisses are too delicious to resist.
Third generation U.S. Senator, Paul Kendricks, faithfully represents his state and is loyal to the family’s political legacy. Still he yearns for a wife, children, and a new career far away from the political arena. Too bad the object of his desire is the one woman who wants nothing to do with commitment. But the sparks that fly between them can’t be ignored.
As Paul chips away at the wall Martina has built, can he convince her to put her fears aside and open her heart to love?
Chapter One
“PJ, I’m going to kill you.” Martina “MJ” Jenkins jerked out of the chair and snatched up her jacket. She weaved between tables that were too close together, her heart pounding like a fat man on a treadmill, chasing a cheeseburger. She couldn’t get to the exit fast enough. The door came into view, and she stormed out of the hotel’s banquet room with her cousin, Peyton, hot on her heels.
“Will you slow down?” Peyton Jenkins whispered through gritted teeth. “God, you are so childish. I knew it was a mistake to have you come with me. I can’t believe you acted a complete fool in there.”
Martina came to an abrupt stop and spun on her three-inch heels. Heels she hated wearing. Heels she was about ready to rip off and throw at someone. Peyton to be exact.
Peyton knew better than anyone that Martina would much rather be in a T-shirt and jeans, her usual attire. Instead, she had dressed in a silk blouse, black pencil skirt, and stupid nylons. Who the heck wore nylons these days anyway?
She faced her cousin, careful to keep a little distance for fear of popping Peyton.
“I can’t believe you did this to me. You set me up!” Martina stabbed a finger in the air. “You knew he was going to be here and didn’t tell me. How could you?”
Peyton planted her hands on her hips. “How could I what? Not tell you that Senator Paul Kendricks, who you don’t even know but despise, was the guest speaker at the breakfast today?”
“Exactly. You know how I feel about that … that egotistical jerk. You could have come by yourself or heck, brought someone else.”
The day before, Peyton suggested they attend the breakfast since they both oversaw the operations of Jenkins & Sons Construction, the family business their grandfather, Steven Jenkins, started years ago. Upon his retirement, Peyton, an electrician by trade, took on the enormous responsibility of becoming the senior manager and Martina was second in command.
Peyton gripped Martina’s arm and pulled her further away from the doors of the banquet room. “Have you totally lost your mind? When Grampa finds out what you did, he is going to wring your bony little neck. I have never been so embarrassed in all of my life.”
“Then you shouldn’t have insisted that I come!” Martina pointed toward the room. “You had to know that I would tell him what I think about his policies.”
“You didn’t just tell him what you thought, MJ. You called the poor guy every frickin’ name except his own. That man is a U.S. Senator. You didn’t have to embarrass me and disrespect him in front of all of those people.”
Martina said nothing. Maybe she had overreacted. She couldn’t help herself. Not only had she been shocked to see him, but the fact that he was still talking crazy bugged the heck out of her. An advocate for trade unions, she hated that the governor and his minions were working overtime to weaken labor organizations. In some cases, it was with the help of unions that people who looked like her, black and a woman, even had a chance to get into the construction trades.
“I am so tired of him and his cohorts. He has to know how much the changes he’s promoting will hurt the working class. Actually, he probably knows. He just doesn’t care!”
“Stop it!” After glancing around to see if anyone could hear them Peyton stood in front of Martina. “You know what, MJ? I get that you’re mad about what the governor is trying to do and in some aspects, I agree with you. What I don’t agree with is how you made a complete fool of yourself in there and showed your tail. Something else I don’t understand. There are plenty of politicians pushing for the same changes that Senator Kendricks is promoting. Yet, your anger is directed at him and not the others. Why is that?”
“I’ve had enough. I’m out of here.” Martina marched down the multi-color carpeted hallway in search of the nearest exit.
She took about ten steps before Peyton called out.
“The breakfast is not over. Besides, how are you planning to get home? Did you forget that I drove?”
Oh, crap. Martina stopped and huffed. With her hands on her hips, she gave a cursory glance around willing herself to calm down. A sitting area with a sofa and two leather chairs looked inviting, but she wou
ldn’t be able to sit still. What she needed was some fresh air.
She finally turned. Peyton stood in the middle of the hallway, arms folded across her chest and foot tapping like some warden, impatiently waiting.
Martina wasn’t going back into that room. She meant everything she said and going back in wouldn’t be a good idea. There was no telling what else would fly out of her mouth. She wasn’t known for having tact. According to her cousins and everyone else who knew her, she didn’t have a filter and was quick to say whatever popped into her mind.
“I’ll wait out here if you’re planning to stay until the end.”
“Fine.”
Martina moved toward a pair of chairs and a small round table less than five feet away. She hated attending events where she had to get dressed up and sit quietly through a program. And when one of the speakers happened to be an enemy, it was like having to endure a root canal.
“Martina!”
She froze. Her breath lodged in her throat and hands fisted at her sides. That deep, baritone voice had always had an effect on her, even when she didn’t want it to and today was no different. Her pulse pounded an erratic cadence in her ears as a war raged within her on whether or not to turn around.
“You were brazen enough to spout out that nonsense in there, yet you’re not brave enough to look at me.”
The annoyance that consumed her only moments ago returned and she spun in the direction of the voice. But the smart retort dangling on the end of her tongue, dropped off. Instead, all she could do was stand cemented in place and stare at the man who stirred so many emotions within her.
Senator Paul Kendricks. Part of her wanted to pick up the small table near her leg and fling it at him. Whereas the other part of her was taken back to every one of her erotic dreams he had starred in.
She wanted to hate him. God, she wanted to hate him. She couldn’t. For reasons she didn’t want to revisit at the moment, she knew she would never hate him.
Martina took in his appearance, assessing his smooth dark skin, intense brown eyes, and those luscious lips that were tempting whether smiling or tilted down in a frown the way they were now.
Fury and sexual tension battled within her. On one hand, she wanted to wrap her hands around his thick neck and shake him. But on the other hand, she wanted to fall into him, feel his powerful arms wrapped around her while she tasted his sweet lips. She knew they were delicious because she’d tasted them before, on more than one occasion in fact.
Her gaze took in his perfectly groomed mustache. Normally he was clean-shaven, a preference for those in the Senate, but not a requirement. Though not today. Today the light sprinkle of scruff shadowing his cheek and chin, made him look even sexier than usual.
His broad shoulders and fit body were sheathed in a tailored suit that she knew cost more than she made in a week, made her remember. Made her remember how good-looking he was. Made her remember how being anywhere near him sent tingles through her body. And made her remember why seeing Paul up close and personal again wasn’t a good idea.
“Hi Senator Kendricks, I’m Peyton Jenkins. I’m so sorry for my cousin’s behavior. I assure you, she will not be returning to the event. She tends to speak before thinking sometimes and—”
“I’m well aware of Martina’s penchant for speaking her mind, even at the most inopportune times,” Paul said, his gaze never leaving Martina. “It’s good to see you again, Martina.”
The way her name slid out of his mouth sent a sweet thrill up her spine, licking her skin like a gentle breeze. She loathed that his voice still had the power to stop her in her tracks. What she hated, even more, was the desire radiating in his eyes. The same desire was coursing through her veins.
Ughhh, she growled silently, pissed that she was still attracted to the man.
“Too bad I can’t say the same about you.” Her throat tightened at the words that opposed what she truly felt inside. Her voice no longer carried the same annoyance from earlier. Instead, she sounded more breathy than she intended.
Damn him for looking so good.
“Hold up. Wait.” Peyton stood with her mouth hanging open, her gaze bouncing between them. “You two know each other?”
“As a matter of fact we do,” Paul volunteered. “Your cousin and I know each other very well.”
“Really, MJ?”
Martina’s shoulders slumped and she groaned, knowing she was going to get an ear full on the way home. How many times had she talked nonsense to Peyton about hating this man?
“Tell her, Martina.”
“Stop calling me that!” she fumed.
“That’s your name. What else would you have me call you?” Paul folded his thick arms across his chest making his six foot, two-hundred-pound stature appear even more imposing.
Martina risked moving closer with every intention of telling him off but pulled up short. His intoxicating scent wrapped around her, weakening her resolve. An invisible force pushed her to step forward, but she fought to maintain control. If she were any closer to him, she might do something stupid like leap into his arms and devour his mouth.
She sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly while straightening her shoulders.
“I would prefer you not call me anything. As far as I’m concerned, you can forget my name and everything about me.”
Silence. Instead of responding, his gaze traveled slowly down her body from the top of her curly hair and didn’t stop until he reached her black pumps. He repeated the gesture in reverse, but this time his gaze lingered on her breasts. Her nipples hardened against her satin bra as he visually caressed her.
Martina swallowed hard under his perusal, cursing her body for desiring more than just his visual attention.
His eyes met hers once again. “That will never happen, Martina. I will never forget anything about you.”
Chapter Two
Paul couldn’t stop staring. He originally came into the hallway with every intention of giving Martina a piece of his mind. Yet, all he wanted to do was pull her into his arms, feel the softness of her body against his and taste those sweet, familiar lips. But he knew better. He knew this woman well enough to know that she would probably slug him in the chest if he even tried.
His gaze raked over her body a third time. So different, yet so familiar. Her long straight hair was now curly and much shorter, stopping at her shoulders. He used to run his fingers through those tresses, appreciating the softness of each strand. Though he loved the old style, he had to admit that even this new look, curls with blond highlights, was just as beautiful.
Hell, who was he kidding? Everything about the woman was gorgeous from her blemish-free, cafe au lait skin to her slim, but curvaceous figure. Considering they dated for six months, he couldn’t ever remember her in a skirt. And seeing those long legs of hers that had been wrapped around his waist more times than he could count, sent blood rushing to a certain part of his anatomy.
His pulse quickened. He forced himself to stay planted in that spot despite the way her scent – a combination of soap and baby powder – teased his senses making him want to reach for her.
Damn this woman for still having an effect on him.
Seeing her in the fitted blouse and the almost too short skirt brought back memories of hot, unabashed lovemaking. The phrase live out loud fit Martina Jenkins perfectly. She didn’t do anything half way, whether it was building a porch or bringing him to his knees in the heat of passion. She was the most amazing woman he had ever known inside and outside of the bedroom.
God, he missed her.
“I see you’re still talking that trash about how snatching the union’s bargaining rights is going to be best for the state of Ohio in the long run,” Martina seethed.
And there went the fantasy.
“Why would you come to an event where I’m speaking, if you’re so against everything I say?” Realizing his voice had grown louder with each word, he lowered it. “Why are you here, Martina, if you hate me so m
uch?”
Noticing that she, at least, had the decency to look contrite made him recognize how much emotion he’d put into his last words. He couldn’t help it. They were once so good together and then all of sudden, poof, their relationship was over.
She stepped back and turned slightly away from him, running her fingers through her mass of curls. He groaned when her blouse lifted slightly revealing taut, smooth skin that he yearned to touch.
“I don’t hate you,” she said quietly and dropped her shoulders. “I just hate everything you stand for.”
Well, that was progress since she had called him Satan’s spawn minutes ago, in a room full of spectators.
He had spotted her earlier when she strolled into the banquet room before sitting at a table in the middle of the space. At first, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, knowing she would never show up at an event where he was the keynote speaker. Once she had settled in her seat, it was as if she felt his attention on her. She did a slow turn and their gazes met. Her eyes grew large, and mouth dropped open, but she quickly recovered. Shock immediately turned into disgust or maybe anger. He wasn’t quite sure.
Studying Martina now, everything he had once felt for her came rushing back. Admiration. Attraction. Love. Despite her inability to think before she spoke, she was one of the sweetest people he had ever known and the only woman he had fallen in love with.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” he asked.
This wasn’t what he originally planned to say, yet, he wanted to be in her presence just a little longer. There were a number of questions that plagued his mind since the last time he’d seen her a year ago. He needed answers. Suddenly it didn’t matter that she had called him everything but a child of God only minutes ago.
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