Page 23 of Beauden & Yelena

“Tried and failed miserably.”

“What happened?”

“The damn cow kicked the bucket of milk all over me.”

His loud ass laughter almost bursts my eardrums. “Please tell me somebody took a picture of that.”

“They better not have. I will die. My ass was on the barn floor and milk was all over me. I was mortified. Thank God for Beauden.”

“What the hell is a Beauden?”

A fine ass, sexy ass, dark chocolate, heavenly man.

“The owner of the ranch. It’s actually Black-owned and filled with Black cowboys.”

“Chile! Excuse me as I drool. My ass would be prancing all of this dark chocolate around in that snow in some little ass shorts, with this ass hanging all the way out, honey.”

We both laugh at his antics. “What about the cold and Damon?”

“A little cold never hurt anybody and Damon would just have to understand,” he teases. We both know Damon would have no understanding. “I bet they look good.”

“Most of them are handsome.” Even Rufus is handsome with his rough edges and pot belly.

“Well, what about Beau-den?” Eddie asks, elongating his name. “I didn’t miss how you said his name.”

“He’s a tall, dark, and fine ass walking orgasm.” I sigh, remembering the three amazing orgasms Beauden blessed my body with.

“Please tell me you had one and not alone. Please!”

In a hushed tone, I respond, “I did.”

I don’t know why I’m whispering. I’m alone in my room, getting ready for my day. We don’t have a team builder planned so it’s a free day. My plans are with Beauden. He says he wants to show me something. I don’t know what it is and I don’t care. That man can show me any-freaking-thing.

“Hold please,” he says. Then about three minutes later, he yells. “Yes, bitch!”

“Eddie!” I scold.

“I’m outside, miss ma’am. I walked out just so I can be dramatic and ask for details. So, deets now!”

“I’m just going to say two words. Your freaky ass imagination can fill in the rest. Here you go—blessed and skilled.”

“Mm. Hmm,” he says and I can hear him smirking through the phone. I’m sure his lips are dramatically pursed too. He’s a trip and a half.

“Mm. Hmm is right.”

I still feel the remnants of Beauden between my legs. I haven’t had this type of morning-after-ache in a while. However, if I’m being honest, it’s more than that. I like Beauden; I really do. I’m so at ease and comfortable around him. For me, image is everything. Being the only Black executive in a lucrative accounting firm places certain expectations on me and my image.

Some days among my peers, I feel like the sole representation for the Black race. That’s hard because I always have to be on my Ps and Qs. But with him, none of that matters. I can be covered in milk, lying flat on my ass in dirt, and it’s cool. The way he stares into my soul lets me know that and it’s the most freeing feeling.

“Girl, you better ride that cowboy every day until you come back. Oh, and send a picture of him.”

“I certainly will not send a pic,” I say adamantly.

“Heifer!” he snaps before ending the call.

I dial my mom next and she answers before the first ring finishes. “Hey, sweetie.”

“Let the phone ring before you answer,” I tease.

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