My mouth dropped open and his eyes widened in reaction.
“Tell me you didn’t think I’d fly you back out this late. It would be rather un-gentleman-like,” he scoffed.
My mind was churning. What was his intention when he set this up? Not that I minded being with him, I wasn’t ready to leave. But I started to feel like I was netted.
“A play on words?” I raised my eyebrows.
Ignoring my entrapment for a verbal disagreement, he stood and proffered his hand for me to take.
“Stay with me.”
The ardent look in his deep eyes told me he wouldn’t take no for an answer and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I’d declined. Azmir revealed passion, something that was rare—and beautiful. I wanted him.
I took his and as I rose from the sofa I murmured, “Azmir, I didn’t bring clothes for work tomorrow. I would have to be at the airport incredibly early in the morning.”
He held my hand as we walked to the back of the suite. He didn’t say a word. I noticed the grace in his stride. He was a confident man and that just added to my attraction to him. I wanted to run my hand the course of his spine but remained calm. I was also curious about what he was up to. There were two bedrooms in the rear. We stopped at one door and he opened it, hit the light switch and the room illuminated. The décor was on par with all of what I’d seen up to that point of the suite.
And there, laid out on the bed, were clothes and what looked like toiletries. Curiously, I walked in to gain a better vantage point. Suddenly startled, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There was a rich mauve pencil skirt, a black blouse with thin straps and a black jeweled neckline that bubbled at the hem, a white tailored blazer with cropped sleeves, a black thin strappy belt, and black leather Mary Jane Giuseppe Zanotti’s with a peep toe. He also had jewelry to accessorize the ensemble. Above that was a fresh powder blue bra and underwear set from Victoria Secret, two bottles of body spray, hosiery, deodorant, a toothbrush and a bottle of Cool Water perfume for women. I inspected the tags of the clothing wondering how could he purchase clothes for me without confirming my size and coincidentally saw all the top designer names on them. I grabbed my chest when I saw they were all correctly sized—the shoes, skirt, blouse, blazer and underwear set. Completely flustered, I turned to him for answers.
He stood stretched out in the doorway resting his right hand against the frame. “It was last minute so I had to quickly grab things.” I couldn’t speak. My mind whirled. “Presumptuous, I know. Do you not think you could sustain for one day?” His voice was calm, his eyes showed concern. “I tried to think of things I’ve seen you in to gauge your style,” he tried to further explain.
Grabbing my thoughts, “Azmir, how do you know my sizes? How do you know my favorite perfume?” My voice just above a whisper, I was still in the state of shock.
He exhaled relief through his beautifully sized nostrils and dropped his head. Regaining himself, he promenaded over and stood before me.