“Did you have any place in mind?”
“I thought we’d stay in. How about I cook for you?” he asked sizing me up starting from my hips. What was that all about? Did this mean that I didn’t have to beg for him? I wouldn’t.
“That sounds nice if you can cook. Can you?” I asked surprised by his gesture.
He raised his eyebrow and a smirk crested upon his beautiful face. “I know a recipe or two but I’m no cook. You promised me a private tour of your new home. How about there?”
Oh, no!
“Well, you never offered your home. Plus, I’m still furnishing mine, so how about your bachelor’s pad?” I said not wanting him to come to my home until I saw his. Also, I wanted to get to know Azmir better and seeing his bat cave would certainly do that.
He gave me a keen gaze as if he knew I didn’t want him coming to my house before saying, “Alright. You got that. My place it is.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I beamed feeling like I scored.
Azmir smiled in return. “I’m on my way to a meeting. I just wanted to settle this before I continued with my day. Enjoy the rest of yours.”
I melted at his words once again. It had become such a regular occurrence that I’d come to accept it. When he left, I called Michelle right away to inform her of our plans.
“You better call me with all the details of the evening including his house. I bet it’s tricked out!” she shrieked in sheer enthusiasm.
The next day, after her visit to the doctor we headed to Victoria’s Secret. I wasn’t all that confident of his intentions but wanted to be prepared seeing that he made it a point to conduct our next date within private quarters. I also kept in mind our steamy encounter at Mahogany. In a moment of honesty, I’d have to admit that I didn’t know if I was ready to take on a sexual affair with Azmir. It was weird, too bizarre to explain. He was so intense and intimidating that I couldn’t see past his dominating persona to imagine a passionate lover. And what if it were horrible? What if we lacked chemistry? I’d just have to wait to feel him out.
Azmir offered to send a car to pick me up but I was insistent on driving. I wanted to remember how to get to his home for future references. When I arrived, I encountered this huge sky-scrapper that reminded me of the buildings in New York City. There was a wide horseshoe driveway leading to the entrance of the building. I didn’t know where to park my car but saw a doorman. When the gentleman who was dressed in livery approached my car I asked where I could park. He asked me the name of the resident I was visiting.
When I told him he smiled, “Why, Ms. Brimm, Mr. Jacobs is awaiting you. I’ll have your car valet parked. Follow me and I’ll direct you to the elevator and see you to your destination.”
The elevator was filled with brass and some reflective material inside and the ride was nice and smooth. There was even soft and relaxing muzak playing, though it didn’t calm my rampant nerves during the ascension. When we arrived at the 11th floor the doorman said, “Ah, here we are, Ms. Brimm. Mr. Jacobs’ door number is 1106.”
I thanked him and proceeded in the direction of which he pointed. The hallway was better decorated than some of the best hotels I’d ever visited. The crown molding was trimmed in a gold stain and the color on the walls had a suede facade. This was exclusive.
I knocked on the door and then rang the bell. I couldn’t believe my nervousness. I’d told myself I wouldn’t be on edge. There was no need to be nervous. In little time, Azmir opened the door. He wore a huge sexy grin that was breathtaking. I was winded by his mesmeric presence.
“Ms. Brimm, you made it.” His voice was filled with an undertone as he extended his arm inviting me in. Breathe, Rayna!