His strong, low, manly tone spoke to my libido. His assurance was like hearing your daddy say, “Don’t worry about anything. I got you.” My legs pressed together instinctively in search for a release. I switched positions in my bed. I hated the torture. Suddenly I wanted him so bad.
“Seriously, now I’m feeling like I owe you something in return. I can’t keep up with the Jones’,” I protested.
“Don’t be like that, girl.” I loved when he called me girl. Shit—I loved when he referenced me in any manner. I couldn’t wait to hear what he’d call me when he lay beneath me filling me with his manhood, with his hands splayed over my ass.
“Let me take you out to dinner…” I had to offer.
“Oh, sweat,” he teased. I hadn’t heard that phrase in years.
“Really. When are you free?”
“I just changed around a few meetings for the next couple of days. Let me look at my schedule and I’ll call you tomorrow to let you know.”
“Okay.”
“Aye…” His voice had turned sultry.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t make any major plans until you hear from me,” he commanded in all of his CEO mien. It was at times like this when I felt slightly intimidated by Azmir. Butterflies blossomed in my belly. He slipped up to let me know he wanted my time.
“Of course not,” I breathed, hoping to hide my panting.
“Indeed.” We hung up on that note.
The following day I got a text from him saying that he wouldn’t be freed up for a while but asked if I would reconsider his Mexico offer in lieu of dinner. I thought for a while and asked via text, Why are you so hell bent on getting me out of the country? Are you a serial killer or something?
Azmir texted back right away: You’ll never know until you come.
I didn’t feel 100% confident in my decision but I agreed to go with him to Puerto Vallarta.
After I gave it more thought I discussed it with Michelle who announced it while we were with the girls. One of Michelle’s girlfriends, Samantha, who’s seen Azmir before at parties and other functions, told me that I’d be a fool if I didn’t go or give Azmir a chance. She also made sure to mention that if I didn’t want him she’d take him. I didn’t give into girl chatter much. The girls started high-fiving each other like I didn’t know better. I knew Azmir was as fallible as any other man, no one was perfect. I admitted to myself, it would be nice to be in a man’s company. It was then when I realized that I had never been away with a man before.
Michelle and I went shopping for bikinis and cute beach clothing. I had Adrian sow in a wet and wavy weave to accentuate the beach experience. I didn’t want to have to do my hair while away. I just wanted to be sexy on the beach. I also bought books and puzzles to do while lying on my back catching the sun.
Finally, the day arrived for us to depart.
Azmir had a car pick me up at six thirty in the morning. It was early, too early to be traveling but our flight left at eight forty-five a.m. I wore a fitted sweat suit with a decorative scarf around my neck and my wavy hair was draped in a ponytail. I said a quick prayer as I closed my apartment door and made my way to the car. I packed only one suitcase and a shoulder bag but the driver, who wasn’t Azmir’s typical chauffer, insisted on carrying everything. He got the door and offered me a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. I took the O.J. but declined the bagel. My mother told me to never eat anything you didn’t open. The ride to the airport was swift because there was no traffic.
When I arrived, the driver handed my luggage to the handlers and told me where to check in. I tried tipping him by handing him a twenty-dollar bill when he waived both of his hands in a ‘don’t touch me’ manner.
“Mr. Jacobs has already taking care of that, ma’am. Enjoy your flight.”
“Okay.” I mustered a smile and withdrew my hand ending the awkward moment.