She had her face turned away from me. I playfully tapped her on her shoulder.
“Hey...you okay? Did you enjoy that half as much as I did?” I asked lightheartedly.
She turned her head over towards me and snorted, “I'm not sure I had a choice in the matter.”
“What does that mean?” I sincerely asked as I pulled up my pants.
She shrugged and murmured, “I don’t know. But I really enjoyed it,” with an undeniable bashful smile.
That smile relieved me. I don't want to hurt her, just have a little fun with her. As I pulled her up in my arms and onto my lap, she managed to put on her underwear first.
“You never answered my question,” she pointed out as I watched her pull up her cotton printed panties. I thought I had replaced all of her cottons with lace and silk. She could reserve those for that time of the month. She wasn’t comfortable with me gifting her. But I’d take my time rebuilding her wardrobe.
“What question is that, sweetheart?” I return from my introspect.
“What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”
“Oh. I kept calling this morning and wondered where you were. I got a little concerned so I decided to drop by. I saw your car out there and rang the doorbell. You never answered. I heard the music blasting and called your cell several times. I grew anxious so I came around back with my spare key,” I explained.
“Azmir, I’m going to have to notify the authorities of your spare key. You do know that’s unlawful,” she retorted rolling her eyes with a slight grin on her face. I grabbed her waist tightly and bit her ear playfully. She giggled.
“I went to get my hair done at seven this morning. I forgot my cell here. When I got back I noticed my battery was dead so it’s been on the charger. I’ve been in here for a while. She said, quickly lost in thought and narrowed her eyebrows, “What time is it?”
I glanced at my Cartier. “Almost noon. What time did you start in here?” It was obvious that she had lost track of time.
“About nine thirty. Why were you looking for me? And don't tell me it was for this,” she said referring to recent randy events.
“I wanted to know if you had room in your schedule to hang out with me today. And why are you wearing this head wrap?” I asked as I touched it to see how tight it was. She did say she’d just return from the salon.
“My hair is wrapped. Where are you going?” She swatted my hands from her head wrap.
“An associate of mine is having a “soirée” at his home in Palm Springs. I thought it would be a nice Saturday outing.”
“You tell me the day of? What time is it? I don't have anything to wear. I know your kind. Express attire won’t work.” She sighed in panic.
“Ah-ha!” I exclaimed while letting her off my lap so that I could stand. She was right, which led me to my next move. I led her into the living room and her eyes immediately lit up at the bags.
“Neiman Marcus, Mr. Jacobs? What is this all about?” she mumbled solemnly. I wasn’t sure if she were asking in shock or disapproval.
“I didn't want to take no for an answer so I took the liberty of picking out some things that you can wear,” I spoke with trepidation, trying to remind myself that she’d been okay with what I’d picked out in Phoenix back in June. “Besides, Ray will be back soon. I don't want to leave here alone.”
I honestly couldn’t wait for her to get over this issue with me doing things for her.
She gave me an austere gaze as she walked over to the bags. She began by opening the suit bag where she discovered the Emilio Pucci kaleidoscopic printed fitted dress. I picked it because I knew her ass would puff in that cut. I saw beyond the mannequin.