“I can’t believe those racist bastards tried that shit right after I left,” Azmir snorted slightly affronted. “Damn. It hasn’t even been twenty minutes since we were all at the table…Yeah…yeah. It’s all good. This isn’t the first and won’t be the last. Do what needs to be done to seal the deal. Slick ass bastards.”
He walked out of the foyer and into the living room when his eyes landed on me. He squinted softly. I then saw a hint of a smile break out on his face. Were you not expecting me? Am I dressed pleasingly? I’ve always prided myself on knowing how to dress and selecting fashions that fit my body shape, but I always felt inadequate and less than secure around Azmir. I didn’t exactly dress with him in mind today and therefore hoped that he liked what he saw.
“Yeah, Rich. You go ahead and enjoy.” A deeper smile appeared on his face as he listened into the phone. “No, I’ll be preoccupied this evening so you’ll have to roll dolo. DND. Indeed.”
He ended the call with his deep mesmerizing gaze stapled to me. He didn’t say anything, I took the opportunity to drink him in. He donned a black suit tailored to his glorious frame. His tie was electric blue and his oxfords matched his overall ensemble: urbane and elegant. I had to break the energy in the room that would have led me into one direction—the bedroom. He only asked for dinner.
“DND?” I asked.
“Do not disturb,” he said as he pulled his Blackberry out of his pocket and powered it off.
I softly snorted. Wow!
With brows knitted, he tilted his head to the side pulling his tongue to the back of his mouth trying to mask his smile. The sexiest smile I’ve ever encountered. I blushed inside and out. “What’s so funny?”
Oh, I’m not going there. “Man talk?” I chose to placate his curiosity.
“I guess.” He raised his eyebrows simultaneously letting out a long sigh. I could tell it wasn’t that deep to him. Then Azmir ambled over to me without the smile, his luscious scent preceded him sending me into a carnal zone as he wrapped his long arms around me in a warm embrace.
“Hey there, Ms. Brimm,” he growled and when his arms motioned up and down my back it sent tingles up and down my spine.
“Mr. Jacobs,” I breathed trying not to moan. I felt so safe and nestled against his hard chest. A girl can get used to this shield.
“I’m sure your day was long. Thanks for coming to see me.” I felt the vibrations of his throat against my head as he spoke each syllable. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?”
“Thanks for the invitation. I’m sure you can say the same about your day,” I said regrettably breaking our embrace not wanting him to do it first.
He exhaled as he brushed over his face with his hands. I took note of his long fingers. I could lick them one by one.
“Yeah. Long doesn’t begin to describe it,” he muttered into the distance almost caught in a trance. Snapping himself out of it he continued, “I’m really pleased you’re here.” His narrowed peer settled into my eyes searing me. I couldn’t fool myself into believing it was insincere, but I couldn’t help but to wonder if he’d missed me so much why hadn’t he called for two days.
“It’s nice to feel so welcomed, Azmir.” I supplied a soft nod.
“I know you must be hungry. I took the liberty of ordering for you. I presume you eat duck?” He was walking off to the iPod docking station and punched a few things into his iPhone before porting it. In no time, I heard Jill Scott streaming throughout the room from surround sound speakers.
“Ummm…I have, with Michelle a year or so ago. Tasted like chicken to me.”
“That’s what they say. The house chef makes an excellent hazelnut-crusted duck in a sun-dried cherry sauce. It’s to die for,” he appraised while continuing that deep gaze.
I couldn’t help but blush. “Can’t wait.”
He cracked a smile. “Dinner should be up any minute now.” He checked his pocket watch before removing his jacket. “You don’t mind staying in, do you? It’s just that it’s been a busy day. I’d really like to unwind.”
Ooooh…unwind! “That’s fine.”