Asia And Asia: A Black Woman Asian Man Romance by Capria Callen Page A

to tell them no.
    It wasn’t until the second semester of her senior year in an economics class that Jasmine began to question her life. She had been majored in General Leisure Studies—a joke major— and found herself contemplative, sitting in the back of a lecture. The professor was going on and on about study habits. It was the first day. She had put off this economics class for some time, being more focused on hot parties with great guys.
    The class was meant for the core of her degree plan. She didn’t really have much attention to give it…
    Truly, she was more focused on the next party and the next great time. She was ready for another guy to fall into her life, someone to give her everything that she needed. Good sex, possibly lots of drugs.
    It was during one of her reveries that she began to think more about what she really wanted in life. As she had grown up from her teenage years, being “cool” was no longer important. She had spent more time reading philosophy, and wondering about her future.
    Since she was in the back of the class, Jasmine had a perfect view of the entire auditorium. As people began to file in, she noticed a handsome man with beautiful tan skin walk on in. He had a chiseled jaw, and a straight long nose, nice model eyes, and a gait that suggested pure sex, a swagger that indicated his hips were used more for fucking than anything else.
    Jasmine shook her head. She couldn’t be so thirsty in public. On her face it was probably so telltale. But Jasmine was trying to get away from being that kind of girl…
    Though she couldn’t help herself from getting wet automatically at the sight of him. The man had spiky black hair, done over with what seemed to be an expensive pomade, not clumpy at all, not too shiny, and definitely not sticking to his scalp in chunks. Yes, it seemed like he was using the good stuff.
    The professor went to introduce this handsome fellow. His name was Antonio, and he would be the class TA. He stood at the front, indicating to the overhead and showed a schedule of when he might be offering tutoring sessions. He was a grad student at Arizona State Desert University, definitely excited to be there.
    “Just some facts about me,” he said, waving to the crowd, “I’m here on a student visa. And I’m focusing on macroeconomics. So if you have any questions about that in particular, I can definitely help you out. Of course, my specialty overall is economics, so I should have no problem answering any general problems that you might have.”
    The professor said that Antonio had gotten straight A’s in his previous courses. That he was a good student, meant for the stars, and absolutely hard-working.
    “I can’t wait to be of help to all of you,” Antonio said, finally, nodding and sitting down at a front row seat.
    All along class, and Jasmine couldn’t stop from staring at the back of Antonio’s head. He seemed to have a nice fade, and great edges. It was as if he had gone to a stylish salon—maybe even her mother’s. She wanted to get closer to him, rub her hands down his back, give him a good massage…
    Wait, I’m supposed to be focusing on my life here. I can’t be distracted by hot sexy men again. I mean, even if I have a perfect 4.0, I still need to think about graduation and getting work, and about going through all of the hoops…
    But it doesn’t hurt to think about my future and think about him. I mean, I can’t be serious all the time. Even if I’m trying to be…
    So Jasmine oscillated back and forth between serious thoughts and the nonsensical. She thought about what it might be like to have a man like Antonio around her arm. Or maybe, her arms wrapped around his. He wore a tight T-shirt, the kind that bulged out at all of the right places. His shoulders were like cannonballs, and his chest was a platform of raw muscle. It went well with his beautiful tan, the color of almonds. And his eyes, whenever he smiled, it seemed as if he was the