This was just an arrangement, a one-night stand. Keeping communication at a minimum was the best way to make surethat it didn’t turn into anything it wasn’t supposed to be. I didn’t want to fuck around and be involved with a married woman.
Two short knocks came on the door, and I got up from my position and walked through the living room area to the front. I turned the knob, pulled it open, and saw Breeze standing there.
She was dressed in a green dress that clung to her body, some sandals, and her natural hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had a duffle bag that she was holding, and as soon as I opened the door, I could smell her. But it wasn’t perfume; she was fresh out of the shower. She smelled like soap and shampoo. I stepped aside and let her in. I could tell she was nervous as she looked around, but didn’t walk deeper into the house.
“Come on,” I grabbed her bag and took it into the bedroom and set it on the bed. She came in behind me and took a seat in the corner of the room.
“You look so different out of your professional clothes,” She said lowly as she made eye contact with me for a brief second and then looked away once I returned it.
“What does that mean?” I looked down at the black T-shirt and joggers I was wearing, then back up at her.
“When you came into the office, I didn’t think that you were a doctor. But then, when you talked to your sister, you were very soft-spoken and nonchalant. So, I guess it makes sense.”
I chuckled because the last thing that I am is soft spoken, but she’d find that out later.
“You want dinner, or something to drink?” It was only five, but I still had to ask.
“I’m not really hungry. What do you have to drink?”
“Check the fridge. I don’t know what you like, so I got a little of everything.”
“Fridge? I meant drinks, drinks,” She giggled.
Her response made me chuckle. “Nah, Breeze. We doing sober experiences only. Anything that happens this next twenty-four hours is because you want it to.”
Her laughter was cut short.
“I respect that.” She said that as she just gazed at me.
“Come here,” I said. I waited for her to get off the couch and close some of the space between us. She came over to me and stood in front of me. I slid back on the bed and sat her in the space between my legs. I could feel her tension. No matter how many times I told myself that intimacy was a no-go tonight, the only way that this was going to work was for us to be comfortable.
She started breathing faster when my hand dropped to her waist.
“You that nervous?”
“Absolutely.” She said before we both fell into laughter.
“Man, look, the ball is always in your court. You want to go chill on the beach tonight and get a free vacation? That’s cool too, it’s no pressure.” I offered honestly.
She turned to me and just looked at me for a second, searching my eyes to see if what I said was sincere. I held her stare, and then she leaned forward and kissed me. She ran her nails through my beard as we kissed for a second. She was a good kisser, and her lips were soft as hell. She let out a low moan that made my dick brick up as our tongues slid in and out of each other’s mouths.
My hands didn’t leave her waist; I didn’t let them roam her body. I wanted her to control how fast or slow the moment went. Then she broke the kiss and bit her lip. A smirk slowly spread on her face.
“One shot would not hurt,” She groaned as she stood and paced the floor before walking toward the patio that I had beenon. I heard the door open as I went into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
I knew she was nervous, and when she said that she had only been with her husband, it made sense for her to be. In a way, my nerves were getting the best of me, too. It wasn’t about the sex; it was about the entire situation. I had second-guessed myself plenty of times about going through with it. I had never slept with any of my patients; I was always careful so shit like that didn’t blow up in my face. But it was something about Breeze that had me drawn to her. Like, no matter what, my better judgment was, I just couldn’t say no to it.
My phone rang, so I walked over to the counter to see who was calling. It was Tre, and no matter where I was and what I was in the middle of, I would always pick up for him. But especially since he’s away at a football camp.
“You okay?” I questioned him as soon as I answered the phone.
“Yeah, they have some cleats here I want to buy, but I don’t want to spend all my money on them. Can you get them for me?” He asked, and my panic disappeared almost immediately.
“Yeah, how much are they?”
“240”, he said, like he was asking for a sandwich. But I didn’t even bother to question him about it.
“I’ll send it now.”
