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

happiest person on planet earth.
    And don’t forget, he had straight white teeth. An immaculate smile, one that couldn’t at all be soured by even the sternest of frowns.
    Jasmine sighed. She should’ve sat up front.
    When the class ended, the TA made sure to announce to everyone his schedule once more, reiterating that if anyone had questions to come see him after class during his tutoring hours.
    Jasmine had an idea to go see him just to…
    No. She shouldn’t waste his time. She should only go to his tutoring sessions only out of a need for more knowledge…
    Right?
    Well, there are plenty of people who probably go to see their sexy tutors. So what if I went to go see him for other purposes? As long as I’m making plans for my future, and I’m not putting other people above me, then it’s all good…
    Jasmine drove her Ferrari back to her house. She lived in a mansion, complete with maid service. Oftentimes, she did not even bother using the maids simply because she liked doing things for herself. Although this was a recent habit.
    Only months prior, Jasmine had no problem ordering around the staff. But making her life more independent was a slow transition. She wasn’t going to go from Jasmine the curvy black woman to Harriet Tubman overnight.
    Her parents were home that day. It was a hot autumn afternoon. The sun beat down on all of the skylights. Jasmine stretched out her legs across a leather couch, pushing away her weave from her face. She flipped through a magazine, thinking about what styles she might wear next. Her mother was telling her to go natural, although she wasn’t exactly sure about that thought. She really liked wearing weaves, really liked the length that she could achieve having the installation.
    “How are you?” her mother said, rounding the edge of the couch. They kissed each other on the cheek, and her mother sat down. “You look very deep in thought today.”
    Jasmine took her face out of the magazine. She checked herself in a mirror nearby—there were tons in the house, considering her mother’s occupation— and she noticed a dull blush creeping down the length of her neck.
    “I guess I’m just feeling very good,” Jasmine said. “I don’t know what it might be.”
    “It honestly looks like you have a bit of a crush,” her mother said. “You haven’t looked that way since you were in, say, high school.”
    Jasmine threw the magazine aside. “Really? Is that what you think it is? I’m focused on school, really. I don’t have any man in my life.”
    Jasmine was somewhat notorious in the family for being a floozy. All throughout high school, and all throughout college, she had been known for her parties, extravagance, and sexy men. This time, she was being called out for it.
    But this time was different. Before, she was so focused on solely sexy men. Now she was focused on sexy men and her future.
    There’s a difference. You can do both, I realize.
    Her mother sat down next to her, rubbing Jasmine’s legs. “If you say so,” she said. “But I’m simply noticing a change in behavior. The other day you weren’t even interested in watching Glenna Famous.”
    Jasmine had been so focused on Glenna Famous all of her life! She really loved reality TV shows. But recently, she hadn’t been watching too much of them.
    “I’m just tired as all.”
    “Well, don’t be too tired. You need to be doing well in school, okay?”
    Jasmine nodded. Her mother left.
    Man, I could use a nail appointment. And even if I have everything I want, I can’t stop thinking about that guy, Antonio. It’s almost as if… I’m being consumed again. I can’t be. I need to focus on myself first, don’t I?
    But there really isn’t anything wrong with doing two things at once…
    Jasmine pressed herself back into the leather couch. It was so warm from the constant baking in the sunlight. She closed her eyes, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
    In her dreams, she thought of him…