Over a romantic dinner on the water yesterday, Azmir informed me that his legal team is eager to take this bull by the horns and have begun reaching out to all parties involved, including my practice. Am I ready for this today? I ask myself as I clear the table, preparing to leave.
Over in the foyer, Azmir and I are leaving out at the same time. This doesn’t always happen. I’m still thrown by his mood. It’s like he’s been sulking since our morning expedition and I’m not all that certain why. But I had bigger fish to fry; getting through the day that lay ahead so I brushed it off.
At the front door I yell to Boyd, “Thanks for breakfast, CB. It was great per usual. Can’t wait for dinner!”
“It’s my pleasure, Ms. Brimm. Hope I can pull it off again for dinner. Have a great day!” he returns while busying himself in the kitchen.
“Make it a good one, Mr. Jacobs, sir,” Boyd bode.
“This evening, Boyd. I’m looking forward to it,” Azmir replied with his lips petulantly set into a grim line. I thought it was strange, as Boyd prepares our dinner in the morning. He’s only contracted to show in the morning for two meals. I’m usually warming up dinner he’d prepared that morning when I get in at night. But again, I shook it off due to pending issues.
Azmir peered down at me with an intense gape. “It’s going to be a trying day, I’m sure, Ms. Brimm. You’ll get through it,” he murmurs, giving me words of encouragement.
Mood changer!
Initially, I resolve to say nothing, just try to read his mood. But I couldn’t help it. This communication thing he constantly summoned went both ways. “What were you trying to say earlier—”
Azmir cut me off with a tender kiss as he grabbed my backside, pushing me into him. He did all of this while taking a sharp inhale through his beautiful nostrils. His kiss took my breath away and my pulse surged. It was promising and calming all at once.
Still staring deep into my eyes he murmurs, “We have lots to discuss.”
But what does that mean? I don’t ask. Clearly, he’s not ready to answer.
I ride into work without incident. My workout with Tyler went well. I’m really enjoying the way my body is sculpting. It had been just a few short months and I was more impressed with my body than I had ever dreamed possible. Now, Azmir wasn’t the only one with a killer frame. I’ve stepped my game up. I showered and dressed at the rec and made it into the office by eight twenty a.m.
After speaking with Sharon about my schedule, I got my day started. The morning sped by as usual. However, my thoughts of my morning with Azmir played in the front of my mind. Marriage? Me? I couldn’t come up with why I wasn’t suited for this particular institution, but it was honestly something that I’ve never thought about since being a kid. Until now, I hadn’t come across a man that took my dreams that far. I mean, after our time in Vegas, I knew I wanted to be with Azmir forever, but marriage was an entirely different bird.
After finishing up with my midday client, Mrs. Ginn, I quickly scarfed down a bite to eat from the kitchen. Azmir had the cafeteria from the rec deliver various menu items to us several times a week. He pays for it and my staff always expresses their gratitude whenever he comes over.
I walked over to the rec and was confronted by my favorite nemesis, Old Lady Peg. She had warmed to me slightly over the months, but it’s clear she doesn’t want to get overly-friendly.
“He’s finishing up a meeting. You can go right in...at least that’s what he says. It seems quite rude to me,” Peg remarks. I fight the urge to roll my eyes as I make my way over to Azmir’s office and knock on the door. I didn’t want to barge in.
“Come in,” Azmir barked. I turned to Old Ice Queen Peg who rudely gestured for me to walk in as if I were a child. Once again, I ignore her and step inside. I see there are several people in Azmir’s office and all eyes are on me.