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“Like that old group, Xscape?”
I laughed at that. Josie, too. “Yeah. That shit.”
She rolled her eyes. “Your mouth is not befitting of a saved man on fire for the Lord.”
I snorted, “Where’s that understanding?”
When Josie’s head rolled back and she laughed, I was grateful to have successfully lowered her guard. What I would do next to clean this shit up and make my wrongs right, I had no damn clue.
The door of the bathroom creaked open. My eyes closed, and I sank deeper into the bubbly water.
Ugh! No bad dreams tonight, Chi-Chi…
When I heard heavy treading against the stone flooring, my lids flew open wide.
Jas sauntered in, wearing a collared shirt rolled up at his sleeves with the first two buttons undone, trousers, and black dress socks. His height was extreme from my vantage point, scowl was intimidatingly handsome. I could still wax poetic about those incredibly thick brows, round, smooth lips with a slightly pronounced cupid’s bow, and low, manicured beard.
“Chi-Chi’s out.” I swallowed involuntarily, then grabbed my wine from the lip of the bathtub for a sip.
Standing with his hands in his pockets, chin toward his chest as he seared me with a narrowed gaze, Jas scoffed, “Good, because I came to see her mother.”
“Oh.”
“Oh.”
“What for?”
Jas pulled in a deep breath from his nostrils. His dark eyes lifted to the ceiling. “Well, I had a meeting with the head chef at the winery off-site.” He unfastened his belt then pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants. “After that, I shot over to Harlem to finally speak to Josie.”
My heart thundered as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “How did that go?”
His tone was casual when he noted, “Not bad. She’s confused but can join the club because I’m confused as hell, too. But we were able to establish some boundaries.”
“Which are?” I couldn’t help but notice his growing erection as he peeled out of his shirt and pulled the tank undershirt over his head.
Jas’ abs intimidated me. They were thick and reactive to each move he made.
“One is being completely real about my feelings for her…and you.”
“That’s not a boundary.” I gulped back wine.
He shrugged. “You’re right. That’s more of a parameter.”
My throat was in my chest when I agreed, “I’ll give you that.”
“But the actual boundary was no more sex.”
Why did that relieve me? Because I was selfish was why. Just looking at him now, down to his fitted boxer briefs as he stood on one leg to remove a sock, I wanted the swelling below his waist in my mouth. I ached for him.
Then I thought, “No more sex for who?”
“Me, of course.” He chuckled.
“I know you. But you and who? Because you’re stripped naked in my bathroom, it isn’t Josie’s decision to have me turn you away.”
His smile was worth a thousand kisses. “Do you want to turn me away? Should I go? Because I ain’t done.” I shook my head pitifully, praying in the inner courts of my heart he wouldn’t curse me by putting those clothes back on. “Good. Because when I left Josie and was riding back to Jersey, a commercial came on the radio about the new season of “Taking Tips from Tynisha,” and my first thought was how behind I was on the last season. Then…” He swung one meaty thigh over my head, prompting me to scoot up in the tub as he got in. “I automatically wondered if you’re caught up.”
Frazzled now by his scent and heat, I turned flippant. “I don’t watch that show anymore. Stopped years ago.”
