Cami
The next evening, I stood in front of my mirror for the third time, second-guessing everything. Black leather skirt, gray sweater, black-heeled boots—exactly what Shelly had suggested. My hair fell straight and sleek past my shoulders. I looked good. Confident, even. The heather gray seemed to brighten my deep-umber complexion adding even more character to my smokey makeup. Even I had to admit how good I looked.
Was it too much?
My curves were on display without demanding too much attention. When I turned to the side, I smiled at my profile. I’d definitely take myself out looking this good.
So why did my hands keep trembling?
I checked my phone—6:47 p.m.. They’d said they’d pick me up at seven, which gave me thirteen minutes to stop second-guessing everything.
My phone buzzed with a text.
Majesty:
Running a few minutes early. Okay if we head over now?
Lex:
No rush if you need more time.
I stared at the messages, my heart doing something uncomfortable behind my ribs. They were on their way. This was happening. I typed back.
Me:
Now is fine. I’m ready.
Barely.
I grabbed my black leather clutch, checked my lipstick one last time, and took a photo of myself in the mirror. Sent it to Shelly with shaking hands.
Me:
They’re picking me up. Sending you car info when they get here. We’re going to Bakers.
Shelly:
You look AMAZING. Breathe. Have fun. Text me when you get there.
The doorbell rang.
I stood frozen for a moment, then forced myself to walk to the door. Through the peephole, I could see them—two tall figures standing on my front porch, and even through the distorted glass, they were striking. I opened the door.
Oh my god.
“Hello, Cami.” The one with the easier smile stepped forward first, extending his hand. His perfect oven-baked brown skin made me want to lick him all over. “I’m Majesty. This is Lex.”
Up close, they were even more remarkable than I’d imagined. Majesty was tall, hair cut low with waves, solid muscle wrapped in a charcoal Henley trimmed in white, and dark jeans, his presence warm and welcoming. Lex was slightly taller, tamed brown hair, leaner but no less built, wearing a navy button-down with the cuff visible from his cream suit jacket, navy slacks—understated elegance that contrasted with Majesty’s casual confidence.
“It’s good to finally meet you both,” I managed, shaking Majesty’s hand first. His grip was firm, grounding, and a tingle started low in my belly. It grew when he kissed the top of my knuckles, brushing his mustache along my skin.Good god…
Lex offered his hand next, and when our palms touched, something sparked. His dark eyes held mine for a moment longer than necessary, assessing but not unkind. They held me captive and I lost my breath for a moment.
“The pleasure is ours,” Lex said, his voice deeper than I’d expected, with a careful precision to his words.
I remembered Shelly’s instructions and pulled out my phone, trying to be subtle about it. “Just need to grab a quick photo of your car for my friend. Safety protocol.”
“Good girl,” Majesty said warmly, and the easy approval in those two words made something flutter in my chest. “We’d be concerned if you didn’t.”
