Page 24 of Candid Moments
of many for us and I’m dying to see her. Spending the past few nights with her and waking up to her soft body on mine has me addicted and I miss that. I miss her.
Me: Hey, sexy.
Jamila: Hey, you. Are you texting to cancel on me?
Me: Never that. I’ll be at your place at 6 on the dot.
Jamila: I can’t wait. Full transparency…I miss you. Kind of got used to sleeping with you.
Me: Good because I missed you too.
Jamila: You got me blushing in this studio. ?? So, unprofessional LOL. I gotta finish this Tech Magazine shoot so I can leave here on time. See you at 6
After texting her, I confirm our reservation, place my lab jacket on, then head to the consult room. When I walk in, Lechelle, the patient, and her family members are sitting at the large round table, waiting.
“Good afternoon. I’m Dr. Morris,” I begin.
Jamila
Today, I’m shooting for Tech Magazine, the premier journal for technology and finance. I’ve freelanced with them before and when they mentioned this shoot, I jumped at the opportunity because it was a feature on a bad ass Black woman in cybersecurity, Halani Harper. She works for Maddox Tech Enterprises, a giant in technology, owned by the infamous Azien Maddox. I did the headshots for his company’s website. As I’m adjusting the lighting fixtures, Mr. Azien himself walks over.
“Slumming it today?” he teases.
“If you mean by being here at your company; then yes. But if you mean by filling in for their photographer while he’s out with the flu, no. They’re paying me very well.”
He chuckles. “And we don’t when I book you?”
“You do but this was last minute so I had to hit their pockets.”
“You’re the best so you’re well worth every penny,” he compliments. Then, he points to Miss Halani, my subject. “Make sure she looks good.”
“Are you assuming that I wouldn’t do that naturally?” I ask with my lips pursed.
While shaking his head, he says, “Nah. You got this. Like I said, worth every penny.”
“Every,” I utter as he walks off.
When my light’s adjusted, we begin. Halani is a natural and the shoot is a breeze. It takes longer than expected because the journalist kept interrupting. So, it’s after four when I leave my studio. I race home and storm inside of my bathroom as soon as I enter my condo. I’m too excited for this date with Denim. If I wasn’t in my late twenties, I would describe my entire mood as giddy, like a teenager.
Honestly, I don’t care what we do or where we head tonight. I’m just elated to see him again. Although Denim and I were forced together because of two selfish ass, cheating pieces of shit and Mother Nature, the resulting connection is organic, honest, and electrifying. He has single handedly restored my faith in men. He is proof positive that real ones do exist and they know how to properly treat a woman.
After switching his flight to my airline, he upgraded my ticket to first class and we flew comfortably together back to Crescent Falls. When he escorted me to my door and wrapped his muscular arms around me, I wanted to beg him to come in. I had no desire for him to go. My body instinctively molds to his and I’m already addicted to his mouth and hands. Unadulterated chemistry and attraction are rare and when theyare with a sexy, educated, and solicitous, fine ass, Black man, it’s practically a miracle. I’m lucky because that miracle happened to me.
While in my shower, I take a mental tour of my closet and decide on my chocolate denim skirt set and brown, distressed, over-the-knee, heeled boots. By the time he rings my bell, my skin is thoroughly hydrated with my Brown Sugar Bae Rich Aunty body oil, my hair is bone straight and luxurious, and I’m dressed, looking sexy as hell.
As soon as I open the door, a smile spreads across my face. His chocolate skin and the color burgundy are a match made in melanin heaven. He looks sexy as hell in a burgundy and black turtleneck, burgundy jeans with specks of black, and burgundy Air Force ones. His single platinum chain and watch only accentuate his handsome look.
Without saying a word, he steps to me, wraps his arms around me, then kisses me like it’s our first kiss. The moment he releases my mouth, I moan.Damn.
“You look amazing,” his baritone sings and I blush.
“So do you. Where are we going this evening? I would hate to waste all of this sexiness standing in my doorway.”
“Our first destination is a surprise but the last one is your choice. Just know, at that location, my head will be between your divine thighs.”
His words flow through my ears, travel down my body, then land in the very spot he’s promising to place his head.This man!
“Then that better be right here at your place,” I say.
