The comment is so unexpected that I begin to laugh but the realization that Kacy entered my office in time to hear that last statement but quickly retreated, makes it hilarious. Kacy was not surprised that Jessamine and I were a thing after our week alone. According to her, I looked thirsty every time I looked at Jessamine. Besides, she was one of the women who couldn’t handle my size so the mention of my dick probably gave her a flashback.
“I’m serious, Cole. Outside of my parents no one has ever worked so hard to solve my problems without me asking. You didn’t have to go through all of this trouble but I appreciate it so much that I’d happily come and fulfill your request.”
Her statement makes me groan. “First, anything for my woman. Second, as much as I’d love that, I have to get a raincheck. We already had a quickie today and you know how I feel about those.”
Jessamine nods. “Just text me when you’re done tonight and I’ll let you in.”
The double meaning isn’t lost on me. “Deal.”
“And wash your beard like I told you earlier, nasty man.”
I wink at her and lick my lips. “I’m savoring the scent and taste of you.”
She tries to scowl but she loves it. She snaps her fingers as she remembers something. “Will you be able to go to New York with me the Saturday after Thanksgiving? I have to attend an event.”
“I’ll book a jet.”
She tilts her head. “Cole…”
“I insist,” I tell her before she protests. “I would rather spend my in air time between your thighs instead of watching an inflight movie.”
The visual has her hand flying to her chest. “I can’t argue with that logic.”
“Good. I have to go.” I kiss at the screen and she waves sadly.
Immediately, I book the jet and start crafting outfits and plans for that weekend. My only goal is to make sure she knows that I’m all hers and hopefully she feels the same.
Chapter 18
Jessamine
I’m in the room I booked for my glam squad to do their thing. It’s my first public appearance since moving to Dallas. All of my posts have been low key or about Cole’s businesses. The moment the contract was done I started making content or editing some of the footage I’d taken before he confiscated my phone. To his credit, he would take a picture or video of anything I asked with his phone and he invited me to the drive where he saved it.
Ever so often he’d ask if I’ve checked the drive and that is when I’d find naughty content just for me. One time it was a video of him with his shirt off. His work pants were open and hanging low on his waist as he rubbed his thick erection outlined in his underwear.
That was the video that prompted me to send him my address the first time. I always smile when I think of him and while it hasn’t been a full month, I’m sure I’m falling for him. It’s hard not to when he’s so genuine.
In my excitement to meet Violet and thank her for making me the leader of the Dallas chapter of The Plucking Ladies Garden Club, it didn’t occur to me that I’d meet Cole’s entire family if I walked into the resort on Thanksgiving.
He comes from a beautiful family because even Daddy Heywood is a sexy silver fox. Both brothers are big and intense in their own way. Timothy’s hair is lighter, Ambrose’s hair isdarker, and Cole’s hair meets in the middle. When I had my first Plucking Ladies virtual meeting with Violet, she’d invited Lelani to join so they could tell me the information I needed to start the Dallas chapter. I withheld my surprise that both of Cole’s sister-in-laws were Black women. I’m not saying it’s impossible but what are the odds of all three brothers wanting to be with Black women?
The biggest takeaway from my brief Thanksgiving family meeting is that everyone kept calling me Cole’s girl. I wanted to be annoyed but damn if I didn’t like the sound of that. My glam team starts packing up and brings me back to the present. I put the last earring in place and pose for their pictures. We have a deal, no one posts my looks to social media until after my appearance. I want my looks to be a surprise that’s revealed at each event.
I do a slow spin in the dress and my appearance starts to arouse me because I have started to see myself through Cole’s eyes. He’s going to love the underboob torso cut out portion of this dress. It’s probably best if we meet at the venue because there is no way I can walk into our room looking like this and be on time.
Me: Meet me at the venue.
Cole: Why?
Me: Trust me. Grab the invitation on the table and I’ll see you soon.
Cole: Fine. I’ll be ready in less than ten minutes.
I send him some kissing emojis as I get on the elevator and the concierge gushes over how gorgeous I look as she alerts my ride to pull to the front. It works that she’s also a fan of the show. I’ve been getting top notch service.
“Now remember, you cannot post the picture we just took until tomorrow,” I warn her as a gentleman in a suit leads me to the car.
Cole texts about five minutes after I leave to tell me he’s ordering a ride. I know he’s going to look so hot in his tux. Well, he looks hot to me no matter what he’s wearing so there’s that. I take a few selfies for tomorrow when my phone pings. The pings don’t give me as much anxiety as they used to but they aren’t fully welcomed either.
