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I’m turned on after the food fight, but I start to think about the date. And if it will be anything like time with Lorenzo. Maybe the date will want to talk, then wrestle, and maybe, just maybe…
Take me.
I loved spending time with Lorenzo, even if he doesn’t want to have sex with me. Being around him, those eyes, his body, and his voice.
So hot.
As I quickly pull clothes on, back in my bedroom, I do up my top. I check myself in the tall mirror and I walk out near the kitchen and living room area.
Lorenzo walks through the open space, and he adjusts his black gym shorts. He has cleaned himself up, and he looks like he’s been working out.
He is covered in sweat, and again, he looks edible. His pecks and eight pack make me salivate, and our eyes meet. We are both quiet, and Lorenzo pulls on a juice.
I tidy up the icing, and things on the kitchen island, then I crouch around the ground and sweep up flour.
Lorenzo has already done most, but I help finish the job. He does not look happy, and he growls as he drinks. “Who is he?”
“Some guy on an app.”
“Lemme see,” Lorenzo says gruffly.
My hands are sticky, and wet with the icing and I try to swipe my phone as it sits on the island. I cannot do it, so I wipe my hands and leap onto the only clean edge.
Lorenzo walks over, and he puts his hands on the island. Each one is outside of my thighs, and his eyes are hungry, or angry.
Or both.
I lick my wet fingers again, and I try to swipe. Finally, I do it, and I find his profile. I spin my phone for Grumpy and he growls.
“What?”
“Give me a minute,” Lorenzo says as he snatches my phone and walks away with it.
“Hey!” I yell, as I watch him walk.
In the distance, Lorenzo runs his hand over his neck. Next, he takes a photo of the guy, on his own phone. He then types fast. As he stands at the tall windows overlooking Manhattan, he sends what must be an email or message.
I don’t understand what he’s doing, so I check the time. Perfect! I pull the second cake, and the muffins, from the oven, and wipe my hands. I’m proud of the baking, even if the kitchen is still bit of a mess. Deciding to fully tidy up later, I walk into our shared bathroom.
There are two others in the penthouse, but they’re deep in the gym area, and this is the most lavish.
I look at myself in the mirror and I have more flour on me.
After racing back and changing, I return to the shared bathroom in the long black dress. Better! I even feel sexy, and the cute dress shows off my curves. I do my eyes cat style, and I give my hair more body.
My instincts tell me, tonight is the night, and that finally, I will have sex. I feel charged, and I feel electric.
I smile, to myself and I decide to go panty-less.
And bra-less.
I pull off my bra, and panties, and I make my hair even more messy. For once in my life, I feel hot. Maybe it was the wrestling.
I’m now running late so I hide the bra and panties under a towel, and I walk quickly into the living room.
As I pull on the black high heels I got last week, I adjust my breasts in the dress. I catch Lorenzo watching me, and looking serious. He is on his phone, as he paces slowly at the windows.
I sit on the clean part of the kitchen island, and I put on lipstick with a small mirror. I then adjust my eyes. Lorenzo watches me, and he finishes the call.
