about.”
“Then you should get out more.”
“I decided we can start dating.”
I laughed. “I’m not falling for whatever you’re trying to do.”
He wagged his finger. “What I’m trying to do is date you. That’s what we’ll call it for now. I think we can take our time. In a couple of months, you’ll be my girlfriend, a year later my fiancé, and another year my wife. I may not have ever been in a serious relationship, but I’ve been nagged at by my mom on the correct steps when dealing with a woman. According to her, when you find the right one, I should do this process—date, committed relationship, engagement, and then marriage.”
My mouth went dry. “I haven’t agreed to dating you. You need to slow down.”
“How slow do you want me?” Dripping in confidence, he took my mouth. Instead of his gentle tongue thrusts like he’d done on the beach in Cuba, he gave me rhythmic dips, just enough to taste the sweetness of his tongue but not enough to suck on him.
“How slow, baby?” He sucked on my neck. “How slow should I be with you?”
“Hmm.”
“Damn. I love that answer.” He nibbled my skin.
“When I say slow I mean really really slow, I won’t be jumping into anything until I believe I can trust you.”
“Okay. Just let me know when I go too fast.” He slipped his hands between my thighs.
I gasped. “This is too fast.”
Sighing, he removed his hand. “You still think this is a game?”
“You can’t blame me, if I want to use caution with you.” I put his hand on his side and scooted away. “And what’s up with Max?”
“We both agreed after you stopped answering our calls that the game was over.”
“Okay.” I had to keep my head focused and never trust him too much. If he’d played twisted games on women before, then he would do it again.
I can’t forget that he’s untrustworthy.
“Okay. I’ll give you two dates,” I declared. “Let’s see what happens.”
Laughing, he clapped his hands. “You can think what you want, but I’ve already told you my plans—dating, committed relationship—”
“Marriage and children. Yes. I remember your ridiculousness.”
“I didn’t say kids, but I’m damn sure open to having them with you.”
“Oh brother.”
Remember. He lies. I bet this is all a game. Let’s see how far he’s willing to take this.
Several hours later, we danced on the rooftop on the highest building in Miami. A woman sang as a man played piano behind her. Strings of tiny white light bulbs hung all over the roof from high poles. It was like we had a small section of the starry sky for ourselves. And the flowers, they flooded the place—bushels of white roses, cream colored lilies, and absolutely a ton of others where I didn’t recognize their names. Mom would’ve loved the attack of full-scented blends mingling in the air.
Before taking me to the rooftop, Freddy brought me to a designer boutique where the salesperson put together an outfit and convinced him to buy everything I wore tonight, from my high heels to the small ruby earrings dangling from my ear lobe. He even purchased the crimson red silk panties and bra underneath my dress. It took everything in me to remind myself over and over that it could all still be a game, all just be a way for him to win.
Don’t trust him.
While I dressed at the store, he’d changed too. A black suit formed around his muscular frame. His hair lay back just right and shined within the moonlight. He was stunning and radiated pure elegance.
“I can’t believe you’ve already picked out your entire class schedule before registration started. How does it work?” I asked. “Are there like cooking electives or something.”
“Yeah. Dim sum was one of them. But I’m going to have to focus on many of the basic courses like knife skills. Later I’m going to enroll in some of the classes that teach wine pairing. I’ve always disagreed with most of the sommeliers when I dined in specific
“Then you should get out more.”
“I decided we can start dating.”
I laughed. “I’m not falling for whatever you’re trying to do.”
He wagged his finger. “What I’m trying to do is date you. That’s what we’ll call it for now. I think we can take our time. In a couple of months, you’ll be my girlfriend, a year later my fiancé, and another year my wife. I may not have ever been in a serious relationship, but I’ve been nagged at by my mom on the correct steps when dealing with a woman. According to her, when you find the right one, I should do this process—date, committed relationship, engagement, and then marriage.”
My mouth went dry. “I haven’t agreed to dating you. You need to slow down.”
“How slow do you want me?” Dripping in confidence, he took my mouth. Instead of his gentle tongue thrusts like he’d done on the beach in Cuba, he gave me rhythmic dips, just enough to taste the sweetness of his tongue but not enough to suck on him.
“How slow, baby?” He sucked on my neck. “How slow should I be with you?”
“Hmm.”
“Damn. I love that answer.” He nibbled my skin.
“When I say slow I mean really really slow, I won’t be jumping into anything until I believe I can trust you.”
“Okay. Just let me know when I go too fast.” He slipped his hands between my thighs.
I gasped. “This is too fast.”
Sighing, he removed his hand. “You still think this is a game?”
“You can’t blame me, if I want to use caution with you.” I put his hand on his side and scooted away. “And what’s up with Max?”
“We both agreed after you stopped answering our calls that the game was over.”
“Okay.” I had to keep my head focused and never trust him too much. If he’d played twisted games on women before, then he would do it again.
I can’t forget that he’s untrustworthy.
“Okay. I’ll give you two dates,” I declared. “Let’s see what happens.”
Laughing, he clapped his hands. “You can think what you want, but I’ve already told you my plans—dating, committed relationship—”
“Marriage and children. Yes. I remember your ridiculousness.”
“I didn’t say kids, but I’m damn sure open to having them with you.”
“Oh brother.”
Remember. He lies. I bet this is all a game. Let’s see how far he’s willing to take this.
Several hours later, we danced on the rooftop on the highest building in Miami. A woman sang as a man played piano behind her. Strings of tiny white light bulbs hung all over the roof from high poles. It was like we had a small section of the starry sky for ourselves. And the flowers, they flooded the place—bushels of white roses, cream colored lilies, and absolutely a ton of others where I didn’t recognize their names. Mom would’ve loved the attack of full-scented blends mingling in the air.
Before taking me to the rooftop, Freddy brought me to a designer boutique where the salesperson put together an outfit and convinced him to buy everything I wore tonight, from my high heels to the small ruby earrings dangling from my ear lobe. He even purchased the crimson red silk panties and bra underneath my dress. It took everything in me to remind myself over and over that it could all still be a game, all just be a way for him to win.
Don’t trust him.
While I dressed at the store, he’d changed too. A black suit formed around his muscular frame. His hair lay back just right and shined within the moonlight. He was stunning and radiated pure elegance.
“I can’t believe you’ve already picked out your entire class schedule before registration started. How does it work?” I asked. “Are there like cooking electives or something.”
“Yeah. Dim sum was one of them. But I’m going to have to focus on many of the basic courses like knife skills. Later I’m going to enroll in some of the classes that teach wine pairing. I’ve always disagreed with most of the sommeliers when I dined in specific
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