Page 18 of They Call Me Dom

Tonight was our first date together, so it made sense to use one of my favorite scents. Afterward, I waltzed over to my full-length mirror. My eyes wandered over my black spaghetti-strapped dress that hugged my curves and stopped right above my ankles. I paired my dress with black strappy heels, and Iloved the way my wolf-cut fro framed my face. Yeah, this was it. I looked damn good. I turned away from the mirror, grabbed my phone, then exited our room. As I descended the stairs, the sound of our garage door raising made my heart race. Sur was home from his shift at the hospital. He was a little later than I expected, but he was here, nonetheless.

I entered the kitchen and walked over to the stove. The first lid I opened was the buttermilk mashed potatoes. My mouth watered as I looked over the creamy pile of goodness. Next, I lifted the lid of my sautéed spicy cabbage. Ever since I stumbled across that recipe, I’d eaten it every chance I got. Tonight was the first time Dom would have my version of the cooked vegetable, and I hoped she liked it. I moved over to my slow cooker as Sur shuffled into the kitchen.

“Mmm. Something smells delicious,” he asserted.

I turned and smiled at him. In his hands were two bouquets of roses and dessert for tonight. There was no need to buy wine when we had a whole wine cellar in our basement. Sur and I both worked in demanding service fields, so we always needed to have wine on deck. My eyes wandered over him in his scrubs, and after all these years, he was still the finest man I’d ever met.

“It could be me or the food. Take your pick,” I teased him.

“I hope it’s you and the food.”

He set his items down on the island then floated toward me. Sur held me tightly and buried his nose in the crook of my neck.

“You’re wearing my favorite fragrance and you look so beautiful tonight, Lai.”

Sur placed the sweetest kiss on my neck before we parted and gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you for always being the perfect husband, friend, and gentleman, Sur. I know that I’m blessed to have you.”

“We’re blessed to have each other, love.”

“You’re right.” I pecked his lips, trying not to smudge my lipstick. “Now, hurry and get dressed because Dom will be here any minute.”

I shooed him to the shower, and he swaggered away, laughing at me and my anxiety. While Sur handled his hygiene, I directed our automated service system, Missy, to play a dinner playlist. There was nice R&B playlist going while I set the table in our spacious dining room. I’d just lit the last candle and stepped back to admire my work when Missy read my text out loud. Dom said she was outside and parked in the driveway. I almost tripped over my heels speed walking to the front door to get to her.

“Breathe, Laila. Relax. Dom likes you for you,” I coached myself. I released a deep breath then opened the door.

Dom stood there with a big grin that mirrored mine.

“Hey, my love!” she greeted me.

“Hello, beautiful. Come on in and get out of this chilly weather.”

Dom stepped inside, and her mouth hung open. She looked around our home in awe as she slipped out of her coat. Dom’s eyes darted all over until they landed on me.

“Your home is incredible!” she exclaimed in an awestruck tone.

“Thank you.” I pulled her to my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Our home is cool but not as beautiful as you are. You look amazing tonight.”

Her pixie cut was freshly lined and styled. She was dressed in a flowy red dress that stopped above her heels. The top half of her dress was molded to her upper body, but her thin spaghetti straps held her hefty breasts to the sky.

That wasn’t even the kicker. The icing on the cake were the two high slits on each side of her dress that came all the way up to the creases of her pussy. With every move she made, I caughta glimpse of the shape of her pussy.God, please let me get lucky tonight.Dom wore gold eight-inch heels with a strap that laced around her ankles. Her gold jewelry matched her heels, and her many intricate and colorful tattoos were on display. Dom was the first woman I’d met that pulled off ’90s chic flawlessly. My girl was colder than a cough drop while wearing a face mask. The glitter from her body oil sparkled under the light, and baby looked like a brown-skinned vixen ready to take me and my husband for everything we had and more.

Dom grinned at me. “You know what? I’ll take that compliment too. I appreciate it, pretty.”

“You better. Come join me in the dining room. We can have wine and hors d’oeuvres until Sur is dressed.”

“Sounds good to me. Lead the way,” Dom encouraged.

“Right this way.”

I draped her light jacket over the back of the couch then guided her into the dining room by her hand.

“Mmm. Something smells delicious,” Dom said as her eyes wandered around the room and table. “This setup is beautiful. You did a great job.”

I poured our wine, but I didn’t look up at her.

“It’s all for you. Tonight is all about you.”

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