Page 33 of Don Caselli

I tapped my foot with my hand on my hip. “Answer the question.”

“How is it that I don’t have your number? Don’t want me to, have it?” He switched the subject.

“You never asked.”

“I gotta ask for your number now?” He came closer to me, taking my drink out my hand and taking a sip. Like any Black person, he tilted the cup to take a better look at it. “I’ve had matcha, but this got something different.”

I smiled widely. “Lemon squeezed in it.”

He killed the rest of my damn matcha and then backed me up against the door. “Good shit. You told me that you wanted to film in peace when it came to Pilates…right?”

“That was me just talking shit, though.”

“Yeah, well, I told you I’m intentional with the shit I do.” He reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. “I have my ways to get your number but wanted it to come from you.”

“There was no way you would have gotten my number,” I challenged, because he seemed like he was so sure.

He pulled his phone back, and with one arm still holding the matcha, he leaned over me while his other hand did something on his phone. After a few minutes, a text message appeared on my phone.

“What the…”

He laughed. “I’m gonna delete it, and I want you to put it in my phone.”

“How did you do that, though?”

“I have my ways, Bleu.”

I put my number into his phone and then looked up at him. “You are something else.”

“Can’t get my mind off you, Bleu.” He bent down and kissed me on the neck, and I released a soft moan.

In the dozens of wet dreams I’ve had since the studio, it always started with a slow neck kiss before it went somewhere else.

His beard nuzzled against my face and sent this bolt of electricity down my entire back. A feeling that I wouldn’t mind having for the rest of my life. “I guess I don’t know how to respond… what does that mean for you?”

He slowly kissed my neck as he spoke. “There’s not many who cross my mind, baby. You have multiple times.”

I smiled as he pulled his head up and then pulled me from the door. “I thought about you, too.”

His cocky ass smirked. “I know, baby.”

Shoving him, I replied, “Ugh, why are you so cocky… I was lying, anyway,” I pulled the door opened, and I felt his hand on my ass.

“Nah, you been squeezing those thighs together while you think about me, Bleu.” He hadn’t told one single lie, and I guess that was the reason for his cockiness. Landon Caselli knew who he was.

Johnni got ready to be filmed, fixing her hair and makeup like they were here for her. Even with a cameraman and lighting, I still set my little tripod up, and we started the class. Landon joined us, and he never struggled. While my legs were shaking and shit, he had the perfect form. Despite me over herestruggling, Johnni kept using any excuse to go and check on him when he never needed the help.

It was my ass that needed the help, not him. Here she was, so busy tossing her hair around and laughing like a crazed fool when he hadn’t said anything funny. At the end of class, I thanked Johnni, then gathered my stuff to leave.

“Shorty need to get some dick… like a damn rabid dolphin,” Landon said as we walked down the block.

“Can dolphins even get rabies?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know… my home girl Aimee stay putting me onto random ass facts. Her aunt is obsessed with them or some shit.”

I stopped mid-stroll and looked at him. “Where are you going?”

“With you.”

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