Once Azmir sees me his eyes goes into a priapic slant and we were suspended in time before he breathes, “Ms. Brimm,” as he searches for the time on his pocket watch all flustered.
Once it registers to him that it is nearly two in the afternoon he says, “Well, that’s my time, all. I expect those newly implemented reports in forty-eight hours from now. Should there be any further questions forward them to Brett. And if you think by doing that you’re off the hook, God bless you because he’s hell on wheels about these new standards. They’re his baby. Good day, folks,” Azmir announces far more cheery than I left him this morning.
I walked over to him as his staff all stare at me, trying to decipher the look he gave me moments ago. It’s either that or they’re wondering who is this woman who has the authority to interrupt an A.D. Jacobs meeting? I try to lock my eyes ahead toward Azmir as he exchanges a few parting words with Brett who politely greets me.
Azmir’s eyes travel over to me like a child in wonderment. “It’s nice to see you...breaks up the monotony of the day,” he murmurs in a manly and husky tone. It was arousing.
“You act as if we weren’t scheduled to meet at this hour,” I reply in an effort to end his flirtatious attempts.
I could hear Brett, who was just inches away from Azmir, speaking into a wire, say, “Mr. Jacobs, conference room C is ready for your meeting with Chesney and his team now.” Azmir nods and continues eyeing me from head to toe as he reaches for his suit jacket.
“Ready?” he asks. I shake my head with a smile and we headed up to the conference room.
Once seated at the table I ask, “How did your dental appointment go this morning?” I wondered where was his dentist located. Was it in Marina Del Rey? Unlikely because he’s new to that area. Was it here in LBC? Is that a personal question? Ewwwwww! I’m tortured by my personal thoughts.
“It was…discovering,” he chuckled to himself, looking deliciously gorgeous doing so.
“What’s so funny about discovery?” I ask as we’re trying to keep our voices low.
Azmir leans into me, “As she cleaned my teeth, she admonished me about my food choices this morning.” He tried to contain his private amusement. I was confused. I recounted what he had for breakfast.
“Was it the spinach?” I asked.
He shook his head. “A little stringier.” Azmir cocked his head to the side, bringing my attention to his mouth when he pushed back against his molars.
My eyebrows furrowed, trying to catch on. At the same time I hear people entering the room behind me and Azmir cuts his eyes to them, waving them in.
I’m looking at him in search for an answer. Putting me out of my suspense, he murmurs, “Hair.”
Hair? What hair?
He quickly points to my lap with his eyes and the nod of his head. Within seconds it settles in.
My pubic hair!
“Oh, shhh—!” I trill, successfully keeping myself from sputtering profanity. My eyes bulges at him and he flashes a panty-snatching smirk before turning his attention to his guests.
“Chesney!” Azmir greeted with great cheer and familiarity in his tone to a slender Caucasian man matching his height. It’s his attorney, Chesney, I presumed as I stood to greet him myself. His eyes locked with mine from the moment he laid them on me, looking beyond Azmir. It made me uncomfortable. I didn’t know if he was reading me or undressing me with his eyeballs.