“Sure, thank you for coming.”
“No problem,” she said as she called the waitress over, gave her a tip, and then walked away from the table.
I pulled out my phone to text Quentin.
Me: So, I asked Shareese, and she told me she’d make me eat the table we were sitting at. Why would you let me do this?
Quentin: Damn, I’m more surprised she didn’t follow through.
I sucked in a sharp breath and then looked up just as Shareese was about to get in her car. She gave me another bright smile before she got in the driver’s seat and pulled away from the curb. She always seemed so polite and welcoming. What the hell had she done to him?
I knew the time for Quentin, and I was winding down. Although Tim and I had agreed that the encounters didn’t have to be a one-time thing for us, mentally, I had decided that it would be the last time that I saw Quentin. The lust that settled between us was thick. So thick that it made me nervous. The next time that we saw each other, no matter how hard my body fought against me, I knew that it would be the last time.
Quentin
Throwing my bags and suitcases into the trunk, I slid into the back seat of the black truck that was waiting outside my townhouse.
The driver pulled away from my residence to go meet Breeze at the airport. She had decided that she wanted to go to Turks and Caicos and ran up a tab on me. A Villa on the beach, first-class seats, dinner reservations, excursions, private transportation, and a butler for the weekend. But it’s cool, I wouldn’t have done anything less. Not to mention the fact that by the time her ass left this island, I would be repaid in full. Hell, she might even owe me.
I chuckled and sent her a message letting her know that I was on my way. We had been communicating much more since she texted me to ask if I was busy. It was mostly about the arrangements. Taking a trip together out of the country required more than just dropping a time and location.
Although she had given me all the other details, I still didn’t know what she and her husband had decided on. I had beenwaiting until we got together to ask her that. Shit, at this point, it affected me too, and I needed to know how to proceed.
We pulled up to the airport, and I got out. She responded that she had already boarded as I was going through TSA.
By the time I found her, she was reclined, under a blanket, watching Poetic Justice with a glass of wine in her hand. We didn’t have a long flight; it was just a little over five hours. I took the seat beside her.
“Hi, Quentin,” she spoke as she sipped from her drink and glanced at me for just a second, letting her eyes fall back to the screen.
“What’s up, B? You look comfortable as hell,” I laughed as I leaned over the divider and turned her head toward me and kissed her.
“Mmmmm, more comfortable now,” she laughed as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and then turned away.
I sent Tre a message to let him know I was leaving and reminded him that if he needed anything, he should reach out to Quiana.
“Did you work today?” She asked as she paused the movie and gave me her undivided attention.
“Nah, we’re closed until Tuesday.” I was glad for the break. Aside from holidays, I rarely, if ever, close the office. My normal day-to-day consists of work and Tre. If we’re not going anywhere, I’m home.
“Well, I’m glad you could get a break. I shouldn’t be the one to talk, but stop being all work and no play,” she reached out and ran her hands through my beard.
“I hear you,” I assured her. “You never told me about the agreement that you and your husband came to. What’s up with that?” I needed to make sure that our NDA was still in effect and that the first set of terms I agreed to held firm. I didn’t care otherwise.
“Same terms from the session. Twice a year, there are still no names and no details shared. We agreed to do a weekend, so we have time for a real experience. He’s going to Costa Rica; we’ll be in Turks and Caicos. We even chose to fly from two separate airports just to keep our arrangements private.”
I nodded. As long as she had everything figured out, I was cool.
“Alright.” I let it go.
The plane departed, and before I knew it, Breeze was nodding off. I let her take a nap while I played a game on my phone. I had left my work phone at home. This weekend, I wasn’t opening or sending any emails or submitting any case notes.
“You’re showing your age with that game,” she mumbled after about fifteen minutes or so. I scoffed when I realized she was talking about the Sudoku game I was playing.
“And you’re showing yours, taking a nap mid-day. Either you’re narcoleptic or anemic, baby,” I chuckled.
She hit my arm lightly and then adjusted herself in the chair before resuming the movie. I leaned over the divider and slipped my hand underneath her blanket.
I rubbed her stomach. I wasn’t trying to progress the moment to where it went, but Breeze took it there.
