Britni pushed past me and went in first. Embarrassed by her rudeness, I turned back toward him with a soft smile so that he would know that we were not the animals Britni just emulated. Azmir smiled in return and included his eyes in the sentiment. God, this man is dangerously handsome!
It had been some time since I’d been strongly attracted to a man, but never had I experienced physiological responses to one without effort. His phone rang to his dismay because he sighed in frustration and after checking the phone number, he answered. The person was yelling over the music that I assumed came from downstairs.
“I’m up in the office and I’ll be back down in a minute. I know. I’ve gotten caught up in something. I’ll be down soon.” He hung up unmistakably annoyed and immediately found my wondering eyes.
“Missing you already?” I teased.
“Hardly.” I watched as he scratched his head as though his mind was preoccupied and a smirk slowly eclipsed his face.
“So, Ms. Brimm, when will you be opening the physical therapy office?”
“A week from Monday, although I’ll be starting on next Wednesday setting up the aesthetics.”
“Oh, good,” he replied with knitted eyes before Britni opened the door to come out of the bathroom. I was relieved because I was about to piss in my sexy boots in front of this hunk of a man.
After I’d come out of the bathroom I noticed Britni musing around Azmir’s office trying to engage him in conversation in a seductive manner. What took me by surprise was that his eyes were fixated on me from the time I went in the bathroom to the second I came out. He had that intense gaze again. It was at that moment that it was clear to me that he wanted me. The question was, how did he want me?
“All done,” I announced prepared to end this awkward shared experience.
All the way downstairs Britni tried to employ him in conversation. Azmir entertained it to a minimum but even through my tipsy haze, I could tell he wasn’t interested in her. He pulled out that gold pocket watch to check the time. He seemed a little bewildered. I was curious as to why but wouldn’t dare ask. I had to remember he was a business associate no matter how fine he was. After we got off the elevator, Britni and I thanked Azmir before splitting up.
He gave Britni a cursory glance, then swayed his gaze to me and with slanted eyes he said, “Any time. Let’s make sure this wasn’t the last.”
I didn’t know what to say, I could only gush a new shade of honey.
The next time I saw him that evening he was leaving with an entourage. Michelle and I wondered which one of the women in the group was his. It was hard to tell since he wasn’t holding hands or talking to any woman with that “we’re together” chemistry. I just thought to myself, “Oh well, he was good to look at.”
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Azmir
It was Friday night and I was leaving a video shoot for a friend of mine who’s a rapper. I never liked playing the groupie role, hanging out at a video shoot but my boy asked me to cameo a few scenes. I’ve done it before although I never understood why I’d been invited to. The general public doesn’t know me. I have a quite a few friends in the entertainment social circle but I wasn’t exactly in the entertainment business. I try to indulge when they ask because I know my goons are really big on that scene.
As we were pulling out, I got a call from Tara reminding me that we’re meeting at Cobalt tonight. Her cousin Danielle and Danielle’s fiancé were visiting and she wanted to show them around. Translation: she wanted to show off. I played along and gave no resistance. What I did was simply invite Petey along with his wife and my boy, Kid, and his ghetto ass girlfriend, Syn; Tara hates these friends. She would’ve much preferred my polished friends like Mark and Eric. Now, they are my boys but this was strategic. I was trying to shake Tara and didn’t care if that meant her leaving me first. The goons and I split up to get ready for the evening. As I was home trying to get myself together Tara called.