“Ummmmm...sure. Surprise me,” I said warm and seductively.
I wanted to change the course that I felt responsible for us charting. And ironically an amorous mood came upon me. I wanted intimacy to calm him and relax me. But Azmir wasn't on the same page as he quickly picked up the phone and discharged orders to the concierge.
He then turned to me, “Look out for them. Dinner reservation in an hour.”
He sauntered into the en suite bathroom and not before long, I heard the shower running. I exhaled. I didn't, until that moment, realize just how on edge I was about my setting him off. After being dazed for a few seconds staring at the bathroom door, I decided to get up and unpack my things.
I’d showered, brushed my hair up into a bun ponytail on top of my head, applied my make up and dressed. As I heard Azmir chewing someone out on the phone from the living room I gave myself a final look-over in the full-length mirror in the dressing area of the closet. “Not too bad, Rayna,” I cheered myself on. I had just hoped Azmir liked it. Going out with him was always eventful and I tried to look my best.
I wore a new figure fitting, white, mini dress that ended a few inches above my knees with a pair of cheetah print calf hair strap Givenchy sandals. Azmir snuck these sandals on the floor of my side of the bed a couple of days before our trip. When I stepped out of bed I hit the box. There was a note attached saying, “To the best roommate ever”. Of course he wasn't around for my reaction. I sent him a text saying thanks. It was really thoughtful. I found myself smiling in the mirror all over again recounting the event.
As I walked out into the living room, Azmir was looking out the window still on the phone. I noticed the fruit and cheese platter on the coffee table and suddenly realized just how hungry I was and that I hadn't eaten much all day. I swiped a few grapes and blocks of cheese and began to stuff them into my mouth absent-mindedly when I heard him say, “Rob, I'll hit you in the morning. I've got to go,” very abruptly.
With one eye raised I turned to look at him, not immediately realizing that I had my right hand to my mouth and my left hand pining my clutch to my pelvis. Azmir appeared jarred, causing my bewilderment. With a mouth full of cheese and grapes I grumbled, “Everything okay?”
He closed his eyes and quickly flashed them open again, only wider and muttered, “Yeah...yeah. You look...amazing, Ms. Brimm.” Azmir’s forehead wrinkled and then his eyebrows rose. “My words fail me.”
I'd totally forgotten about my attire, distracted by the food. My heart was relieved. Why didn't I expect him to react well to my appearance?
“Oh…thanks,” I managed as I tried clearing my mouth.
His deep gaze didn't break as he murmured, “Even with a mouth full you're out-of-this-world gorgeous.”
Butterflies were released in my stomach and my carnal thoughts returned, but so did timidity. Azmir's compliments never grew old to me.
“Hungry?”
“Mmmmm-hmmmm,” I replied swapping the last of food from my palate with my tongue.
“Let's go before I change my mind and take you back to the bedroom for my dinner and dessert instead.”
Please do! I begged in my head because I didn't have the heart to bring it out of my mouth.
Dinner that night was at Le Bernardin in Mid-Town Manhattan on West 51st. After we were seated, the waiter came over to introduce himself and rearranged our table. He went over the menu and specials. His script was quite lengthy but I didn't hear a word because out of nowhere, my eyes connected to and locked with Azmir's. It was most bizarre.
We started a gazing contest and I felt such a stream of energy transmitting from him. He lost the contest when he flashed his panty snatching smirk my way. His teeth were so perfect and his supple lips were proportioned to them so well.