Page 16 of Tempted By the Taurus
She shook her head. "Damn, I'm sorry to hear that."
I lifted one of my shoulders and dropped it down. "It is what it is."
And it was. Nya taught me never to give my all to a relationship.
"Are you ready to go check out the other food trucks?" I asked her.
"Yeah."
We got up from the picnic table and headed to the trash can. Once we had thrown our trash away, we went to check out the other food trucks.
By the end of the night, we were stuffed from all the food we had eaten. It was a good day, and she kept me laughing and smiling. I had never met someone as feisty as Leighton. It was a joy to spend time with her. I was already looking forward to finding something else for us to do, just for her to tell me no. I smiled, thinking about it. If only she knew, the pressure was on. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into. I didn't know what the hell I was doing when it came to her, especially with me not looking for a relationship. Leighton had my head gone without even doing anything to me.
A'Mylo wasin a class all alone. I didn't know what to do with him and his flirtatious ways. I always seemed to flirt with him. Sometimes I'd start it, but he ended up finishing it. Since the food truck festival two weeks ago, he turned up the heat. I should have stayed out of the kitchen like he told me to, but I liked the way he flirted with me. It showed that he was interested in me, and the attention he gave kept me engaged.
We were only supposed to be on a business level, but he somehow made it personal. He wouldn't take no for an answer, no matter how many times I told him. I said it almost too much until I had no choice but to give in. Sometimes I went with the flow. I could be honest and admit that I enjoyed spending time with him. The flirting I did when I showed him houses addedfuel to the fire that was already burning. Then he seemed to go along with the flirting, doing some of his own.
I paced back and forth, trying not to grow impatient. I was at one of the houses, waiting for A'Mylo. I glanced down at my watch, wondering what the holdup was. He was usually on time, but he wasn't here. If he didn't hurry, I would leave. I had planned to hang out with my friends later and wouldn't miss it.
I heard a car door close from the inside and went to look out of the window. I couldn't help but watch the way A'Mylo moved from his car to the porch. He walked with confidence with his head held high. The swagger in his walk was sexy. He didn't have on a jumpsuit today. He was dressed in a white tee with jeans and white and black Jordans on his feet. I had to clench my thighs together. I felt like I needed a fan to cool myself down.
A small knock came at the door before it opened. When A'Mylo's eyes landed on me, a smile spread on his face, causing me to take a breath. I'd never get tired of the way he looked at me. It had me thinking he was happy to see me.
"Wassup? I hope you didn't have to wait long. I had to go pick up my daughter and take her to my parents."
I waved, pasting a smile on my face. "Oh, you're good. Since this is the last house for the day, I think we need to hurry and get started."
A'Mylo had shared a little with me about his baby mama when we were at the food truck festival, and I tried not to show my discomfort. When it came to a man with kids, I was afraid to get involved with them because of my childhood. It brought back too many bad memories. No matter how good-looking a man was or how well he treated a woman, there would always be a baby mama around. Sometimes the baby mama was there to cause problems. I learned that from my parents. Still, there was something about A'Mylo that I liked too much to stay away from him. I wanted him too badly, no matter how much I was tryingto play it off. It was time for me to give it a rest and go with the flow. I tried my hardest to keep my sexual side under wraps, but he was bringing it out of me. How much more could I take from him before I exploded?
"Yeah, let's get started," A'Mylo responded.
We walked into the kitchen, and I pushed my boobs out as I pointed out different features, starting with the refrigerator. "Sometimes the home comes with furniture or appliances. This kitchen is an example."
I glanced over at A'Mylo, seeing his eyes were narrowed and lust-filled as he stared at me. I gulped and pushed forward.
While we were walking up the stairs, I put an extra sway in my hips. I heard him hiss but didn't turn around. I smiled to myself, loving the effect I had on him.
"Let's go to a bedroom," he voiced, coming beside me before walking ahead.
I frowned with my left eyebrow raised. "Is there a reason you want to go to a bedroom?"
"Um-hm, I think we need to fuck. From the way you're acting, it seems like that's what you want to do." A'Mylo kept walking, looking for a bedroom. "You keep on poking the bear, and when I pounce, I don't want to hear a word."
I laughed off what he said, although heat curled down my spine as my body sizzled. He had me tongue-tied, so I could only laugh. From A'Mylo's words alone, he had turned me on. If he were to find a bedroom, I bet I'd have sex with him and on the clock at that.
"You're the one doing all the flirting. If you want to get fucked just say that. I'm down if you are," he continued, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.
His eyes were locked on me intently. My eyes had a mind of their own as they traveled down the length of his body andstopped in the middle. I was sure he was huge just by the way he carried himself. He winked, grinning at me. "I see you."
Would A'Mylo really have sex with me here in this house if I were willing? I shook that thought away, not trying to go there. Not while I was still working, at least.
I clapped my hands together. "Okay, we need to get back to looking through the house."
A'Mylo laughed. "Nah, don't get scared now. With all that flirting you were doing, you should be ready for me to pounce on you."
He said all the right things to have my juices flowing. If only he knew I wasn't scared, but right now wasn't the time for that.
My cheeks burned. "Whatever. I'm not following you." I walked away from him, only for him to laugh hard at me.
