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“Hey, baby. How you?”
“I’m better now,” I say, smiling.
“Oh yeah, why are you better?” In my mind’s eye, I see him grinning ear to ear.
“’Cause I’m hearing your voice,” I tell him, swiveling in my chair. I cross my legs, feeling my pussy tingle.
“Aaah, I like that, baby. What are you doing for lunch?”
I glance at the clock over on the shelf of my mahogany bookcase that’s lined with rows of books on accounting and tax laws. It’s almost eleven. The morning has been quiet, but I have several clients coming in to have their taxes done this afternoon, starting at one up until my last appointment at eight o’clock. One of the good things about being a tax preparer, it’s seasonal. And with about twenty or more clients a week, I literally make thousands of dollars a month in a four-month span. However, when it’s over it’s over, which is why I also do accounting to ensure I have a steady flow of income throughout the year. Owning my own business was the best thing I could’ve ever done for myself. The whole idea of being chained to a desk, working for someone else and making them rich off of my hard work did not sit well with me. I tried it for two years and it was torture. So armed with a CPA and only twenty-five thousand dollars in savings, I stepped out on faith and started my own home-based accounting business. Then, two years later, I moved into an office space in West Orange. Now here I am, four years later, despite an uncertain economy, still standing.
I smile. “Nothing, why?”
“I was thinking I’d swing by and we could have lunch together.”
“Em, I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What if Persia came here?”
He sighs. “So what if she did? She’s going to find out sooner or later, anyway.”
“I know, but…not like that. I want to tell her in my own time.”
He sighs. “Okay, your sister; your way. Handle it how you want. But, I still wanna see you. So how you wanna handle lunch?” I tell him I’ll come to him. “Is there anything specific you’d like to eat?”
I smile. “Yes…you.”
“Then lunch is ready. I’ll see you when you get here.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” I say, logging off my computer, then grabbing my purse and keys.
“I’ll be naked and ready.”
“My mouth and pussy are already watering.”
Paris
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“Paradise Boutique. How can I help you?”
“Hey, beautiful,” the voice on the other end says. “I wanna spend another day in Paradise.” His masculinity oozes through the phone, causing my clit to tingle.
I press my thighs together, feeling the furnace between my legs ignite. “Umm, who am I speaking to?” I ask, playfully. “You might have the wrong number.”
He laughs. “Nah, beautiful, I got the right number. And you know who it is; don’t front, ma.”
“No, seriously,” I joke. “Who is this? Sammie? Laron? Craig?”
“Oh, damn, it’s like that. That’s how you doin’ it?”
I laugh. “Let me stop messing with you. How are you?”
“I’m good. Thinking about you. You closin’ at six, right?” I tell him yes. “I wanna take you out tonight.”
Girl, don’t do it. He’ll be tryna turn this into a relationship. You’ve already fucked him more than enough times. Then laid up with his ass down in Atlantic City. Now he’s tryna take you out, again. Not good. You see where this is going?
It’s only a date. What harm can that do?
Girl, you’re asking for trouble.
