The first entrance off the corridor was to his walk-in closet to my left. The light was on so I walked in and shrieked, “Oh my goodness!” as I clutched my imaginary pearls. My mouth swung open for flies to fill it. His closet was larger than my bedroom. The walls were covered by off-white wooden opened closets and shelves, and in the center of the room were two gigantic oak islands with marble countertops. The drawer fixtures were some fancy design of brass.
I looked up at the lighting and noticed the chic chandelier hanging centered of the room. There was even a flat screen television facing the padded benches that were draped with shopping bags of various sizes. Someone has recently been on a shopping spree. Everything was anally organized from his suits to his denim to his sweats. His tie rack was on a carousel that spun with an effortless push. It was unbelievable.
As I walked against the racks of clothes I ran my hand through them until it led me back out into the bedroom from a separate entrance. Once out I gasped for air when I saw, a few feet away, the oversized sleigh bed resting on a pedestal befitting of a king. There were two flat screen TV’s. One television faced his bed while the other was placed in the generously spaced sitting room over a fireplace where I noticed a door leading to the patio with a gorgeous view of the water.
I willed myself to hurry and leave the bedroom before I chained myself to the damn bed like a mad woman. But before I did I went over to feel the material of his bedding. It was lush, soft, and welcoming. His entire place looked like a show room and his bedroom was just the same.
I turned to start back out to the living room when I saw Azmir leaning against the wall of the corridor. His disarming eyes stopped me in my tracks. He wore a placid expression. I worried if I had imposed on his privacy by voyaging in his bedroom.
He sauntered over to me, now entering my personal space and his aromatic body odor sent heat coursing through my veins. Shit!
“I had to make sure you didn’t lose your way. I asked if you wanted a glass of wine.” Looking down at his hands, I noticed the impressive stemware.
“Oh, thanks,” I said nervously taking the glass from his hand and taking a sip.
“Like what you see?” He cocked his head to the side and pushed his tongue against his molars, his tone laced with suggestion again.
I was flushed. “Errrr…yeah…it’s just that your bed…” Words to try to explain what I was doing touching the man’s bed failed me.
He inched closer to me. Shit. Is he going to kiss me? Is he going to take me here in his room? Will I let him? I was frozen in place.
Lowering his head down to my ear he whispered, “You think the view is something, just wait til you’re in between the sheets. It’ll be a far better experience.”
My mouth dropped open and my breathing hitched. I had suddenly become aware of the puddle in my panties. For the first time in my adult life, wit fled me. I wanted this man so bad but found myself daunted by the prospect.
“Mmmmmm! Maybe I should have a piece of bread or something while I’m sipping this wine. I haven’t eaten since breakfast and I’m starved. I’d hate to have you throwing me out for vomiting all over your carpet and hardwood floors,” I murmured.
Azmir drew a slow but sensual smile before saying, “I’ll cut you a piece of bread.” He knew he’d had me where he wanted me.
Following him back towards the kitchen, “…with butter, please!” I requested.
As I drank my wine and ate my bread, I did so on the private balcony off his massive living room. The wind blew softly yet with such tranquil force. The smell of the ocean reminded me of the scent of my new place. But I was at Azmir’s place. I had to ask myself if I was ready to take it there with him. Hell! You have a thug-mogul cooking you dinner as you mull over giving him a piece of you? Michelle warned me not to leave him without throwing my back into him so that she could live vicariously through me. My body damn sure was ready. But it seemed that at times like this, or after giving up the booty, I discovered the ugly truth in my partner. Azmir was too refreshing a creature to lose what we’d been building.
We’ll see…my lace thong is strategically placed this evening.