“I don’t believe that.” I chuckled.
“You don’t have to, but it’s the truth. Neither of us were looking for a commitment and when we started the dating thing, it didn’t feel right. The only reason I called her my girlfriend back then was because she was the only girl who was decent enough to meet my parents and family. It sounds complicated, but it was simple.”
“I hear you,” I responded, then something dawned on me that made me pause again once more. “Hol’ on wait, please don’t take this the wrong way.”
His eyes peered over at me. “What you mean?”
“So, are you bisexual?” I spoke, barely above a whisper, as if there were other people in the kitchen with us.
His handsome face screwed up into a frown. “How the fuck you getthatout ofthat?”
“Because you offer services for people to have their sexual beings, so I’m sure men come here for that too, right?”
“Yeah, but I have other people under my wing for that?”
“Now I’m confused?”
“All of the inquires come across my desktop and based on your needs, I decide who goes to who. I have niggas here for that type of shit. I don’t get involved in none of that.” She spat in disgust.
“So, you didn’t have sex with my friend Emma?”
“I highly doubt it. I have a huge staff.”
That gave me more relief than anything to know Emma and I weren’t about to bounce on the same dick. Now it made me curious to know who rocked her world badly enough for her to brag on it over and over for weeks.
Syx mentioned we eat by the ocean, so I plated out our food while he set the table. The mashed potatoes were creamy and buttery, still steaming next to the juicy meatloaf. My sauce, made from brown sugar, mustard, ketchup, and honey barbecue sauce, had already been added to it.
I served myself smaller portions, cutting through delicate pieces, arranging everything neatly on my plate. Old habits from years of watching my weight, Malcolm’s comments about my body, and of trying to be the perfect wife who ate like a bird.
Syx didn’t wait for ceremony. He cut into the meatloaf with his fork, brought a large piece to his mouth, and closed his eyes as he chewed.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and the sound went straight between my legs, igniting my hairless pussy. “I guess your ground beef cake is good.”
“After you underestimated me?” I teased him with a grin, watching him dig in again once more.
I tried to focus on my own food, cutting a tiny piece of meatloaf, but my eyes kept drifting back to him. The way his jaws worked as he chewed, and the way his throat moved when he swallowed. He like a man who appreciated food. It was pretense, just pure enjoyment.
“I did,” he admitted, after chewing all of his food, and dabbed at the corners of his mouth. “I downplayed you.” He pointed his fork at me, then gulped some wine.
Syx reached for another serving of potatoes, scraping his fork on the plate, gripping it as he led it to his mouth as if his food would get taken away or something.
“You good? Why you ain’t eating?”
“Yeah,” I spoke quickly, taking a sip of wine to cover my embarrassment. “I like watching you eat, I guess.”
“You do?” He grinned, after licking his fingers clean. “You can cook for sho’. I might need you to slide me this recipe before you leave.
“I got you,” I smirked, before biting into my own food. “So, is true what they say about food overseas…it takes some getting used to?”
He looked up, considering the question as he chewed. “Yeah actually…everything is. I missed being back home, just for my mama’s cooking. I had her send me a few recipes to give to the chef. Most people here get offended when you tell them how to cook things to your liking.”
I nodded in agreement. “That’s true.” I twirled my fork in the air, the only sounds during our silent meal being the ocean waves and the scraping of cutlery against plates.
"So," Syx said speaking over the silence, "let's talk about what the next two weeks will look like. First and foremost, I want you to understand that everything we do is about you and your pleasure. This isn't about me. My job is to guide you, to teach you, and to help you discover what your body is capable of."
I nodded, my heart began to race again.
"We'll start slowly," Syx continued. "Tomorrow, we'll do some education—talk about anatomy, arousal, the different types of orgasms. Then we'll do some exercises to help you get more in touch with your body. Nothing sexual yet, just awareness."
