Page 7 of Tempted to Love You
Her brows knit together, and a frown twists her lips in a cute expression that has a low chuckle escaping my mouth.
“Oh, okay. My name is...” Her words trail off before she looks around to see if anyone else is in the vicinity.
“Come whisper it to me,” I instruct her, curling my finger with a sneaky grin.
The rise and fall of my chest match hers when her feet move slowly before she leans closer toward me. My breath catches in my throat when the puff of air from her lips hits my face before she speaks again.
“Latia Revish. Thanks again for coming to my aid.”
My dick hardens to the point of pain, making my pants bulge, causing me to shift slightly to attempt to contain the ache. Latia’s sultry and seductive voice is like a siren, and I’m about ready to answer. My lips begin tingling with an urge to connect our mouths to confirm if her lips are as soft as they appear.
“Don’t mention it.”
“I’m gonna get out of here, but it was a pleasure to meet you, Rakai. You have given me another reason to thank God for his protection and the angels who watch over me. You didn’t have to intervene back there, but I’m eternally grateful you did.”
Nodding, I open Latia’s door and wait for her to secure the seatbelt before closing the door with an intense desire to follow her home to ensure she arrives safely. Instead, I watch her car exit the spot, and my gaze follows her out of the complex with my chest pinching the further she gets away from me.Damn, I should have asked her for her phone number.
“Why the hell are you sitting here looking like they mixed your Sprite with seltzer water?” Edmond asks, taking the empty seat across from me.
Edmond Alexander and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We also ran the streets together with Edmond as my right-hand man. However, my getting caught up and going to jail had Edmond coming to his senses and ending his time in the game as well. I’m still thinking about my interaction with Ms. Latia Revish a week later. Surprisingly, she’s been in every dream I’ve had since meeting her.
In thirty-three years of living, I have never had a dream let alone continuous dreams about a woman. Even with my ex, dreams weren’t a part of our relationship, which ended up being good when her true colors shone brighter than the sun. If my dream about Latia wasn’t enough, I have also been dealing with an ache at the thought of her. I’m ready to carry my ass to the doctor so he can do a complete physical because something is going on with me that I can’t pinpoint.
“Have you ever felt a woman before you spoke to or truly saw her?”
Edmond’s face contorts, and his forehead wrinkles as he stares at me like a lab rat.
“Nah. What’s up with you, though?”
“Something about this woman I ran into while taking one of my co-workers home has me out of sorts. I can’t pinpoint it, but I’ve never had this happen before.”
“Maybe it’s gas. Have you taken a shit in the last week? Sometimes, when I’m backed up, my thoughts and body act funny, too. Ma swears by laxatives and suppositories. Do youwant me to ask her what brand she takes? A good shit could do wonders for you.”
Sitting back, I stare Edmond down with my eyes squinted.
“Man, what? Why are you telling me about bowel movements and remedies to aid in them? We ain’t close enough to have this kind of discussion right now.”
“What? You’re the one talking about having funny feelings. I was just trying to help but fuck it. Stay backed up. I don’t care.”
Shaking my head, I pick up my drink and take another sip, wondering how I went from talking about having foreign feelings for a woman to imaginary, irregular stool.
“Let’s just change the subject to something less disgusting. What’s been going on with you?”
Latia
Two Weeks Later…
My stomach is touching my back, but thankfully, I’m able to break away from work to grab something to eat. I didn’t want anything heavy on my stomach, so I was on my way to Esther Bea’s Diner. The thought of sinking my teeth into one of Ms. Esther’s chicken Caesar wraps has me dang near breaking the speeding laws trying to get to my destination.
“Whew. Thank God it’s not crowded,” I declare, pulling into the parking lot and into the first available spot I come to.
With the urgency of ten starving kids, I grab my purse and exit the vehicle, swiftly making my way to the front entrance.
A dark-skinned woman, who could be a few years younger than me, smiles widely upon entering the diner. “
Good afternoon. Welcome to Esther Bea’s. Will you be dining alone today?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind, I’d like to sit by the window.”
