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“An apprentice.”
“New?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Okay.” Witherspoon went silent for a while and thankfully. I was in a texting conversation with Roberto Perez, putting out another fire. “An apprentice? A young girl, pulling up in a top-tierMercedesis an apprentice atRizzo’s?”
I shrugged while trying to read. “She’s a young girl with specific plans. I ‘on’t know, man,” I murmured.
“Hmmmm…”
She didn’t speak much after that and I hardly looked up until we were gliding into a parking garage. I fired off the last message just before leaving her car.
I halted my steps, crazy self-conscious. “You sure I’m good for a hotel restaurant?”
“I would never embarrass you, Jas. You can trust me.”
“But, Witherspoon…I…” I yanked on my long sleeve t-shirt. The stained cotton wasn’t even appropriate for her whip.
She blinked deeply, chin dipping. “You have to trust me, Jas. Will you?”
Relenting, I swung my arm, inviting her to lead the way. We didn’t enter through the restaurant. And when I thought we were headed into the lobby of the swanky ass hotel, we made a beeline for the elevators.
What the…
I followed her into a car and she pressed the panel to go up. This was mad strange.
“The oysters here are amazing,” she muttered, eyes not meeting mine. “French fries, too.”
The elevator tolled and I followed her off. It happened so fast. She was pulling out a key card and pushing the door open. I followed her into a whole damn suite. The walk-down living room was attached to a dining room. The big windows brought in the bright sun.
When the door closed behind me, I turned around. Witherspoon rested back on the door looking to be waiting for my reaction.
Shocked—and hard—as hell, I could hardly get out, “You set me up to get fucked, Witherspoon.” I was out of breath and painfully aroused.Is that what this chick did?“I’m thinking I’m about to grub and you had other plans? That’s fucked up, girl.”
But it ain’t…
I’d never had a clever female to trick me out like this. Witherspoon was cut from a different cloth. Doing shit like this reminded me of that. She liked fucking me—though it felt like more. I wanted it to be more. Fucking was reserved for something unlike what a woman like Ashira Witherspoon was built for.
Witherspoon nodded very coolly. She was really pimping a nigga. “Yeah. It may be,” she muttered. “Either way, the way I see it, you can eat now or later. But you won’t leave here without me feeding you.” She shook her head. “Full stop.”
I dropped my face toward the floor, excited as shit. This was a man’s fantasy. Ashira Witherspoon plotting for sex.
God, what have I done to deserve this?
I plucked my shirt again. “I mean… Do I, at least, get a chance to shower? I ‘on’t think you wanna be smelling wood while I’m pounding on you.”
She exhaled and this time,herface fell toward the floor. I didn’t know if it was from relief or irritation. She shook her head before looking up at me again. “I’m going to let you shower, but…”
“But…”
“After today, you don’t call me Witherspoon again. I hate that shit from you. When you call me anything but, it tickles me…” Her eyes rolled away. “…down low.”Shit. Then they were on me again. “And now that I know you refer to colleagues by their surnames, I know it’s definitely not fitting for me. The shower’s through those doors on the right.” She pushed up from the door and rounded me for the bedroom.
I followed her directions, chewing on that high-alarm warning.
Naked, standing against the desk in the bedroom of the suite, my body hummed. I was unbelievably horny and so damn anxious. I turned the box of condoms upside right to be sure to catch his attention.
Yes. I’d set Jas up. But I wanted to.Needed to. It had been a stressful three days and, pathetically, I’d missed him. Not only that, I had something to celebrate and request of Jas, so having him off-kilter could either work in my favor, or not. On the other hand, I did feel a twinge of guilt for playing on his lack of life experience. I now questioned my audacity. One could guess Jas had never had a woman pull him from work on a random day for sex in a luxury hotel. That didn’t make my intense cravings less viable. I felt this odd need of him.
