“What do you think my intentions are? Humor me,” he spoke as if he was intrigued.
“See that’s the thing…” I said, pointing my finger in the air. “I don’t know. Although since Mexico we’ve never had the opportunity…I mean it wouldn’t be the most original motive.” I smirked hoping he’d catch my undertone.
“Alright,” he agreed to take on the subject, subconsciously licking his beautifully sculpted lips as he sat up in his chair again. The sexy smirk that crested upon his face had disappeared. “Let’s make something clear. I don’t need ass. As you implied earlier, let’s not play any games here. If it’s ass I want—it’s ass I get.” Azmir’s words were forward and adamantly clear. He continued, “Did it ever dawn on you that I genuinely enjoy your company? You have a wonderful personality, infectious sense of humor and are strikingly gorgeous. I can admire that without indulging. I’m thirty-plus. I got more ass than a toilet seat in my twenties because it was plentiful and I wanted it. And don’t get me wrong, there isn’t a shortage of it now, but I’m more interested in quality versus quantity when it comes to sex.”
So it’s now clear—we’re talking sex. Good!
“So, you’ll continue to ‘enjoy my company’ without any hopes or intentions of sleeping with me unless I make it clear that I want to? That’s ambiguity at its best, Mr. Jacobs,” I purposely asked in an overt doubtful tone. I even balled up my mouth for good measure.
“Oh, please believe, Ms. Brimm, I will tap that ass soon enough,” Azmir informed so smoothly and confidently. My juices started to flow. Little did he know he could’ve thrown me over the table and fucked me right then and there. I wanted a taste of him so bad I ached, but I couldn’t let him know.
“Oh?” was all I could squeeze out. Now it was my turn to nervously brush the back of my neck. I needed to break the heavy flow of passion that transmitted between us.
“I’ll put that on my last.” He took another sip of his cognac and a deep pause followed. “Rayna, I have to be honest. Right now, I’m in a transitional period in my life. Now, I’m not saying that I’m ready to get married and have kids, but I would like companionship. In my formative years, I ran the streets so much I damn sure didn’t want a woman chasing behind me cramping my style. But now, there aren’t many places I frequent where she can’t go. I’ve been sizing you up and I’ve noticed how you don’t ask for much of me. I believe much of that is because you don’t know me well enough to trust me but whatever it is—it works for me. And all I can do is fly with it until I see it isn’t working anymore.” I wasn’t expecting that, it was a lot to take in.
“Speaking of clocking, you didn’t speak in great detail of your previous significant relationship.” I suddenly wanted to know more about him.
“Neither have you.”
I blushed feeling like I was busted. “Well, that’s because I don’t have any.”
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he said in disbelief.
“Believe it or not, I’ve only had one and that was in high school.”
“So that lasted quite a few years, huhn?” he presumed.
“Ummm, not exactly,” I said as I shifted in my seat. I heard Raheem hit a high note, which reminded me of where we were. The ambiance was perfect. Too perfect. The conversation was getting touchy. I didn’t want to discuss my past. “That relationship basically ended with high school. I’ve had encounters since then…you know…a friend here and there but nothing that’s materialized anything worthy to speak of.”