We continued our dinner, taking on lighter conversations. We started too deep. I couldn't gauge if he was still peeved with me or had gotten past it. While waiting on dessert Azmir extended his long arms and stretched out his neck in a big yawn.
“Excuse me,” he offered softly. I took note of his heavy eyes. He was extremely handsome even exhausted.
“Tired?”
“Sapped. It's been a long forty-eight hours.”
I was reminded how the night before Azmir didn't get home until after four in the morning and we left for the airport at nine. One thing he was right about in his rebuking me earlier is that he is a hard working man. Azmir worked like a horse even if I didn’t have total knowledge of his day-to-day affairs.
After dinner, we returned back to the suite. It was after twelve a.m. Eastern time and even I was being called by the Sandman. Once I came out of the bathroom from showering and removing my makeup, I saw that Azmir wasn’t in the bed. I walked out to the living room expecting to see him on a mergers call. I thought I’d have to muster the nerve to tell him to disconnect the line because I was in need of him.
The suite was pretty much quiet, only playing extraneous noises from things outside. I reached the living room to find Azmir's lengthy body facing the window, sprawled out on two single sofa chairs. One held his upper torso while the other supported his feet. He laid there with all but his shoes on. He was a beautiful sight to drink in.
Boy! The things I could do to you right now, Mr. Jacobs.
He looked vulnerable and welcoming, but most of all tired so I decided right away that I wouldn't try anything with him. Feeling the urge to lay with him, I slowly crawled into his lap and planted my head on his chest. He smelled so good and was comfortably warm.
I exhaled deeply and basked in everything Azmir. I thought of how nice this was, being in the arms of someone who cared for me and wanted me with him. He seemed so peaceful and uncomplicated. If I was not mistaken I could feel Azmir's bone protruding through his pants, poking my backside. My head shot up at him and stilled when I saw his serenely sleep face.
If only you were awake. We could make good on that promise.
My thoughts drifted to all things consisting of him.
I woke up the next morning in the bed. It took me a minute to realize where I was and how it was obvious Azmir placed me in here. I opened my eyes to see I was facing the window and turned over to check on Azmir, only he was not there, though his tantalizing scent was. I rose from the bed and set out for the bathroom to find him, to no avail. I heard him on the phone, business related no doubt. I could always tell by his tone and vernacular. He was in the living room.
“Peg, that's truly unacceptable of the water company. Deer Park has been vying for our business for years. You have full autonomy to terminate our relationship with them and move along to DP.”
His tone was placating and he looked over to me and rolled his eyes in annoyance of the conversation. Old Lady Peg can be a lot to handle...I know. I glanced over at the clock and it read eleven thirteen. This man never rested.
He tossed me the breakfast menu. Good. I was starved. I looked over it...waffles, pancakes, French toast—ahhhhh...French toast!
After breakfast, he offered to take me out for a city stroll. How could I resist. I dressed in a white, off the shoulder, tunic kimono-styled dress with floral print and flat silver sandals. I drew my hair into a ponytail against my right shoulder and let my dangling hair rest upon my clavicle bone.