“Jahmir, is it? I’m Casi, Tati’s best friend. She didn’t tell me she had any male clients.” She looked back at Tatiyonna.
“When do I ever speak about my clients with you? Don’t play, Casi. Go, I’ll see you tonight.” She pushed her away.
“Bye, Mr. Jahmir.” I could see her saying something to Tatiyonna from my peripheral vision.
“Hey, you can set the autoreply and go for the day,” she told the guy.
“You sure?” the dude looked at me.
I hope he didn’t think he would be able to protect Tatiyonna from me. His ass was probably one-seventy. I laughed until Tatiyonna gave me an evil eye.
“I’m sure. I won’t be long, and I have cameras.”
“Okay, you know I’ll have my work phone on if you need anything,” he told her.
“You can follow me,” she told me.
As I followed, all I could do was watch her ass in the pencil skirt that I know she struggled to put on over her ass and thighs. Her office was decorated in shades of pink and gold. She had a candle lit that smelled just as sweet as her. I waited for her to walk behind her desk, but she wouldn’t look at me.
“Why did you cancel on the twins? You don’t look sick to me.” I sat across from her.
She locked eyes with me and made my dick twitch. I was already forcing myself to stay seated and not snatch her ass up and lift her skirt.
“What makes you think I’m not sick?”
“You don’t look sick to me. You look fine.”
“Looks can be deceiving, you know.”
“Man, if you’re avoiding me, then say that.”
She jumped up and closed the door so he wouldn’t hear us.
“I’m not avoiding you. It was just too soon to face you after what happened between us.”
“You ashamed you got your pussy ate? You’re acting like I’m looking at you like you’re easy. Shit, I’m the one sitting here fucking thirsty. Chasing you and shit.”
“It is a little embarrassing, don’t you think? We don’t know each other like that. Do you just go around putting your mouth on women’s private parts?”
“Actually, there has been only one woman who has ever gotten head from me. You’re the second. So, fuck no, I don’t go around putting my mouth on just anything. If you haven’t learned anything about me, I’m extremely clean.”
“Did you want to reschedule their appointment?” she tapped at her keyboard.
“Do I make you nervous, Ms. Cole?”
“I’m a big girl, Jah. I’m not afraid of you. Professional, remember?”
The sound of the alarm from the front door chimed, letting me know her assistant was gone.
“You can pull that professional shit all you want. What I saw that night was the real you. I appreciate you being a mature woman, but I want you to know that it’s okay to get your needs met. Your husband ain’t doing it, and that’s where I come in.”
“Jah, please,” she laughed. “You have no idea what my husband is doing.”
“Oh yeah? Then why you ain’t you put that ring back on yet? You’ve engulfed yourself in work to avoid the fact that the nigga mistreated you.”
I stood up and walked around her desk. Pulling her up, I pulled her between my legs. Her heart was racing, causing her necklace to thump against her chest.
“I’m not asking you for shit. No strings. Just me pleasing you when you want it. Showing your body how it should’ve been treated from the jump. No one will ever know. Unless you want them to.”
