Page 15 of Tempt Her

Lately, I’ve been getting into books on spirituality and health. Then twice, I downloaded erotic stuff at home, and now that’s popping into my suggested downloads, but I don’t need my dick getting hard at work. I work in people’s homes all day, and I already get looks. Long, black hair. Light brown skin. Tattoos. I love it all about myself, but like hell, I don’t know the kind of world I live in.

And lately, Ford’s been getting jobs in politicians’ homes. Once we did an excellent job in one house; word spread. Proof in that ilk of people, it’swhoyou know, notwhatyou know.

Because whatIknow is there are some evil fucks in this world. The sad thing is no one’s born that way. It takes evil to raise it.

I’ve seen it my whole life. Heard it. Tasted it. Smelled it. Felt it in so many ways—racist shit assaults all your senses.

And when you’re born to Brazilian parents who live in rural South Carolina? Well, some things change, while some people die not willing to.

That’s what makes this job so damn weird. I can’t decide if fate’s being cruel or kind.

Because Senator Gentry Evans is a certifiable dick.

Never mind; that’s not fair to dicks.

No, he’s truly evil because he’s powerful too. We all know how much money his family has, how they own half the rental condos on this vacation island, and he’s now a hate-mongering politician. It seems, sadly, that’s par for the political course in America these days.

But what makes this job so weird for me is… I kissed his beautiful wife.

She was my first kiss.

She was my best kiss.

Dipping my brush into the paint, it makes me grin. It’s one of those moments you never forget when you triumphed over the shitheads who hated you at school.

At fifteen, I got to kissStacey James—the hottest girl in school.

Back then, people called me “M.J.” for “Mateo Junior.” Seems “Mateo” was too exotic for the teenagers of Bluffton, South Carolina. But my friends were alright, Brody Abbot being my best friend those days.

When Brody’s parents were at work one summer day, we hung out with his sister and her friends.

One of the girls suggested we play “Seven Minutes in Heaven,” and when Stacey James spun the Cheerwine bottle, and it landed onme?

Fuck yes, it felt like heaven.

But first, dread drenched my armpits. I thought a girl like Stacey—all blonde and blue-eyed and looking like a Barbie doll—she’d never want to kiss a brown boy like me. That she’d make an embarrassing scene about it.

But she smiled, stood up, took my sweaty hand, and led us into the dark laundry room in Brody’s basement, and closed the door.

I waited for her to bail or peck my cheek to be polite and call it done. I gave her an out. “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.”

But she asked, “What’s your name again?”

Her voice was so sweet, and my dick got so hard. Thank god it was a dark room. “M.J.”

Myfucking voice cracked as I answered her, but she didn’t mock that either.

“I haven’t been kissed before, M.J.”

“Me neither,” I confessed. “Do you wanna?”

“Yes,” she replied, her heat nearing my body. “You’re really cute. Like… super hot.”

I don’t know what came over me, but after watching so many telenovelas with my sisters, I copied what I’d seen on the screen. Reaching through the darkness, I found her cheeks before gently sinking my hands into her long strands; damn, her hair was silky.

I made her sigh, and that made me even harder and more nervous, searching for her lips in the dark. I think she mistook my hesitation for seduction because she wedged into me, feeling how hard I was for her under my basketball shorts. It made her softly gasp as my lips finally found hers, so I went slow. I was gentle.

Hell, yes, I was kissingStacey James,and then it was much more.

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