The palmsof my hands were damp before I even reached his door. I balanced the small lunch carrier in one hand, bottle of new energy tea in the other, and tried to ignore the way my heart had been racing since I stepped out of the elevator.
I wanted to do something special for Bleu since he bought me my new car. Having my car gave me more independence. I was able to get around better without asking anyone around the house for favors. That was all thanks to Bleu. I also acknowledged the way that he hadn’t mentioned it or gloated in the fact that he even got me a car. He saw that it was something that I needed and provided without expecting anything in return.
I didn’t know what was in the air with Aubry, he backed off of me majorly the past couple of days. He sent me a text the other night asking for permission to stop by and talk to me face to face tomorrow. He also said that he would be bringing Lolani to me. I was stuck on him asking for permission to stop by my parents’ house and him willingly bringing Lo Lo to me after all his threats and aggressive text messages while being at Bleu’s house for the week.
I woke up feeling good and inspired to make a new tea blend. I went out to shop earlier for groceries since Lo Lo was coming over. I didn’t need to know how long she was staying I was just ecstatic to have my baby with me.
The halls of Maison Langston smelled like polished wood mixed with soft floral perfume. Everything gleamed. Each door had gold name plates, and there were flesh plants and flowers everywhere I turned.
I paused outside his office and stared at the brass plate that read:
Bleu Langston
Creative Director
The plate was so shiny, I could see my reflection in it. My short blond pixie cut had copper streaks in it today. I purposely wore a body-con cotton material dress that hugged all of my curves. My dress was light pink with a small split revealing my thick thigh. On my feet were light pink and hot pink New Balance 9060 shoes. I smoothed my hands down the sides of my dress to will my nerves to behave.
“Girl go,” I mumbled to myself.
The carrier that held Bleu’s lunch smelled faintly of rosemary and garlic from the grilled chicken I packed, and the tea bottle still felt cool in my hand. I tapped lightly on the door and held my breath.
“Come in, Thickumz.” Bleu’s deep voice reached from behind the door.
I exhaled the breath I was holding and turned the handle. Bleu stood near the window, suit jacket off. His sleeves rolled to histatted elbows. Papers were spread across his desk in neat stacks. His office was immaculate, and it smelled just like him. He had wide windows and charcoal-gray walls, a huge pool table divided the open space between his huge oak desk and the lounge leather couch by the door.
For a moment I just stood there, caught between nerves and admiration. Per usual, Bleu had on navy blue slacks and a light baby blue button-down shirt.
My gaze lingered on Bleu for a moment longer, drawn to the way his smooth brown skin caught the afternoon light, emphasizing every curve and contour of his well-defined body. The subtle, masculine notes of his cologne drifted through the air, wrapping around me and making my heart flutter. He turned slowly, his posture relaxed yet commanding, and when his hazel brown eyes met mine, I felt a jolt of electricity pass between us.
“Lock the door behind you.” He smirked.
His eyes salaciously roamed up and down my figure. I sat the lunch carrier down and turned to lock the door. Blood rushed everywhere except my damn brain. My body instantly heated up, as nervousness had me holding on to the top lock tightly. I braced myself to turn back around to face him. Soon as I turned, Bleu was right in my personal space.
Bleu’s intense gaze never wavered, he closed the small distance between us, his presence was overwhelming and magnetic. I could feel my pulse racing, my breath coming out in small bursts as the tension in the room grew thick. He reached out, his fingers grazed the side of my arm, sending a shiver down my spine.
The air felt charged, anticipation swirled around us as he leaned in closer, his lips barely a whisper away from my ear.
“You thought about me in a way that really turns me the fuck on, Truly.” His deep voice did something to me.
I was at a loss for words; I licked my lips and goofily held up the chilled Stanely cup between us. He could feel me; there was no doubt in my mind that he witnessed the tremors in my breathing. My nipples were probably stabbing his chest by now. Why did this man have to have so much sex appeal so effortlessly?
“The tea is really sweet. It has elderberries, hibiscus, and a hint of ginger. I think you’ll love it with your lunch” I felt breathless saying all of that.
His eyes flared with heat; I blushed and shifted my weight to my left foot.
“Yeah?” His hand slid up my dress inch by inch until I felt the cool air of his office against my ass and upper thighs.
“What else is sweet, Truly?” He licked his lips the same time I licked mine.
Before I could blink, Bleu dipped his entire hand inside of my already drenched panties. He cupped my mound and squeezed.
“Tell me why you came?” He pressed his body against mine until I felt his hard dick press against my thigh.
“I missed you and wanted to do something special to make you smile.” I whimpered out.
Heat sizzled through my veins. I couldn’t think straight, his middle finger slid down my wet slit. He teased my clit with feather light strokes. Bleu dragged his mouth down my neck until he reached the base of my throat. He snatched the cup out of my hand, tossed it to the couch then spun me around.
My cheek kissed the wall; I dropped my head in defeat. I gasped when he yanked the bottom of my dress above my ass. I heard his belt unbuckling then his pants unzipping. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth; my heart thudded in my chest as anticipation started to get the best of me.
