“I just do, now tell me!”
“You’re starting to remind me of how you felt Rhonda and Lisa hassled you in church yesterday with the insanely exploratory questions. But I’ll play your little game. Are we talking about smashing or what I do with you?”
I could hear him speaking to someone about contracts in the background. “No, the phrase on page 12 needs reworking. Yes. I agree with that as well. Thanks.”
“I’m sorry… Are you there?” he returned to our conversation.
“Yeah. You were just about to tell me how many women you’ve penetrated.”
“Oh, right,” he said wryly, quickly catching on to my slyness. “I’ve had my fair share of those I’ve smashed, but only a handful of those I’ve made love to.” Azmir was the crafty one. He answered me indirectly. I knew him well enough to know that was his final answer.
Okay.
“How many of us have you pulled the tricks on that you did with me last night?”
I had no clue why I was torturing myself. I hated the thought of him being with another woman the way he was with me last night—or any other time.
“Last night was a mixture of techniques, and quite fun by the way. There were a few things I’ve been wanting to try with you and some I did—and very successfully. I was testing your flexibility.”
“And did I pass?”
“With flying colors.” He didn’t skip a beat.
“Yikes! I was nervous for a bit. I feel sorry for your wife if those are the tests she has to look forward to ‘til she’s old and gray,” I teased.
“Don’t worry. She’ll be just fine, Tyler will make sure of that.” I giggled at that one. “Seriously, are you okay? You were quite inebriated last night and...responsive,” Azmir growled that word out. “At some points, I thought I was hurting you until you made it clear that it was to the contrary.”
Last night was freaking amazing! Are you kidding me!
“Ummmmmm...other than lingering soreness and paw bruising on my hips, I'm fine.”
“Paw bruising?”
“Yeah. Your finger marks are on my backside and my hips and my thighs. I should try going home and explaining that to my husband,” I picked up our joke from the previous night over dinner about being married to other people.
“Fortunate for me and lucky enough for him, you don’t have a husband.” By the arctic sound of his tone, I could tell he didn’t find my joke amusing.
He went off talking to someone else in the background again. “Huhn? Okay.”
“Ms. Brimm, that’s my roll call. Gotta go make these donuts.” Although I understood he really had to go, it really stung ending our conversation like that.
“Okay, knock ‘em out of the park. And, Mr. Jacobs?”
“Yeah?”
“Tyler won’t have time to train your wife because he’ll be preoccupied with me, helping me build my stamina so that we can do last night again and again and again,” I whispered seductively, I couldn’t help myself. That’s what Azmir brought out of me. Fieriness.
“Ahhhhh...you're hurting me, and just before I walk into my meeting,” he growled.
“Later.” I giggled.
“Indeed.”
I smiled on the inside and outside after hanging up the phone. That man had the ability to make or break my day. I don’t think I liked him having that type of talent but I was in over my head and just powerless at that point. My elated state didn’t linger for long when my cell rang and moments later, I was chatting with Chanell.
“Guuuurl, ‘dat tight ass skirt from BCBG ain’t fit me! I told you I couldn’t get into no size 10! Im’ma have ta’ take ‘dat shit back!”
“Oh, no! I was sure it would. I’m sorry, C. When are you planning on going back to the mall?”