I turned to Azmir as he sat reclined in his seat, seemingly in no rush at all, “Well, Mr. Jacobs…”
“Yes, Ms. Brimm?” he added and together we laughed. Ooooh! Azmir looked scrumptious against the almond leather of the car with lights glowing off his chocolate exterior. He was good looking…extraordinarily good looking. Who knew the Creator built men this exquisite?
“I had a wonderful time. It’s good to know that a man can still properly take a woman out without any backhanded and concealed motives.” I sighed deeply and slowly nodded. “This was nice.” I couldn’t help but give him the warmest smile; I knew it because it reflected what I was experiencing inside.
He returned, “Oh, I have a hidden agenda.”
“And what would that be?” I wasn’t quite expecting that declaration.
Azmir’s magnetic eyes propelled me, he used them a lot to communicate and I never missed a notion. “We’ll work our way there in due time. But I can tell you this, if it were about just games, I wouldn’t waste time on a date.” His tone was resolute and his eyes gleamed with such promise.
I got the impression that I wouldn’t be offended by whatever the true reason was. I liked him, still with my usual unwarranted reservations, but I was taken. And I didn’t like it.
“Mr. Jacobs, I’m a straight up type of girl. If there’s anything you want, you’d be best being upfront…you may be surprised,” I murmured.
He grinned, unaffected. There was a short pause by design on my part and then I said, “Good night, Mr. Jacobs.” I started out of the door. He got out on the other side to see me into my car.
“We’ll be in touch,” he spoke with a very firm and confident tone along with a slight nod of his head.
Once I pulled out of the parking lot and knew I was out of sight I screamed madly while slapping my palms against the steering wheel. I’d never been taken out so effortlessly. Azmir was so smooth and organic, didn’t try to impress me but he showed determination. I’d guessed he accomplished his goal, he took me out on a date, something that for most men has been impossible—or unlikely. Whatever it was—it was nice and I could get used to it. I called Michelle and told her all about it. She had been waiting up for the verdict.
“Shelly, the conversation was stimulating from start ‘til finish. He has a strange sense of humor and is intelligent and worldly and apparently well known. In fact, he’s multidimensional because he goes from the boardroom to fraternizing with athletes to even street-like—urban to urbane. There has to be something wrong with him.” I forgot to breathe.
“Don’t start with that shit, Na-Na!” she hissed. “You’re always bringing bad karma to yourself by never being optimistic. Is it that hard to believe that there’s a man on this Earth for you?!” Michelle was in scolding mode and I’d walked right into it with my habitual reservations with men. It was a handicap, self-preservation.
“I know, Shelly.” I sulked knowing she was right but couldn’t shake my protective shell. “It’s just that men are the enemy. They’re always up to no good! Look at my track record, Shelly…think about it!” I whined.
Paying me no mind her ruminative thoughts spilled from her lips, “I wonder what he’s like in bed. Mmmm!” I hated when she drifted into wanton land, somehow always making it about sex. She was a die-hard romantic.
I talked to her all the way home. She was dying to call Britni, who swore that night at Cobalt that Azmir was hers, but I talked Michelle out of it. They all crushed on him that night and after tonight, I could see why. Azmir was extremely intriguing, but no matter what Michelle advised against, I knew I had to protect my heart. It would take more than a mellow evening out on the town for me to lose myself in him. I wasn’t that type of girl, I hadn’t been in so long. I didn’t want to be ever again.