He crossed the office, walked between the two chairs facing his desk, placing the book down and rested against it while crossing his lengthy legs and folding his arms, “You know, the funny thing is you keep referring to last night as if it was my best or the height of my game. Girl, you ain’t seen nothing. Yet.”
He paused and we locked eyes as our thoughts ran us into a reverie. And in that brief time I could tell he wanted me to understand that he was interested in going out again, for what I didn’t quite know. The look in his mesmeric eyes stapled me in my stance, it uncovered layers of debris that I didn’t realize I’d had and neither did I want to know. I wanted to fuck him so bad and not only because he was so sexable, but for reasons that I’d never experienced and found difficult to articulate. The silence made me want to jump on him right then, thereby making me uncomfortable. I can’t believe this man has me so out of character. No one had ever turned me on so effortlessly and that troubled me. I couldn’t slip, didn’t want to lose my dignity. Fairytales weren’t my thing. Whatever slope I was slipping on had to stop.
I decided to start the intro to my departure, and as weak as it was it had to work. “I don’t want to hold you up. Ms. Peggy said you have a luncheon that you cannot be late for. Besides I need to have lunch before my next client.” I gave a rueful smile and began walking towards the door.
“Wait a minute,” he called out, his tone was calm but the nature commanding. I stopped and turned to him. “I thought you said you came bearing gifts, as in plural…?”
“Oh! I did.” I put my briefcase on the conference table near the door. I'd gotten so distracted that I forgot my script. I reached into my briefcase to pull out a long stem pink rose.
With a belly full of butterflies I spoke, “You know they say pink roses symbolize “Thank you” and a single rose symbolizes simplicity and gratitude. That’s my sentiment.”
I walked over and handed it to him. Azmir gave me that intense gaze again sending currents down my spine. I had to maintain my composure; showing too much gratitude and emotion was for the weak and I’m no weakling. I ambled back over to my briefcase, closed it, and left his office.
I knew he was staring at my booty. I could feel the burn from the gape.
Chapter 6
Azmir
Bizarre of all things inexplicable, this Rayna had me going a little. She was fine as hell, bright, and her body was unbelievably amazing. She seemed so low maintenance and down to Earth. She didn’t bombard me with questions or pry into my personal life. Hell—she made me want to do that to her. She was mysterious. I guess I was really on the chase.
I ran into her one day in the cafe at the rec and she looked so focused on finding a house. I just stopped in to say hello but after having a brief encounter with her, I had to try my hand. There was something mysterious about this woman. I was surprised that she agreed to the date—not that I get turned down a lot, but she was different—she wasn’t all up in my face or flirting like other women. During our time out, we hit it off fairly well. I felt so uninhibited with her like I could say anything. And though I’m not about revealing to any woman my inner most feelings or anything like that, it was somewhat like being with one of my dudes—there was no pressure.