Nadia sits upfront telling a couple about their
upcoming closing dates as I sit pulling together my
expenses sheet for the end of the week. I let Nadia
handle a lot of things, but my money is not one of
those things. When the door chimes we both look up
at the woman who walks in. Dressed in a blue pencil
skirt, white button up blouse under a traditional tan
trench coat she looks the part of librarian, nothing to
write home about. Her blonde hair is pulled into a
neat bun at the nape of her neck and oversized glasses
with a slim nude frame that were dorky yet sexy sat
perched on her nose. Her shoes though were a pair of
Christian Louboutins basic black pointed pump.
Those shoes gave her librarian look an edge. She
stepped in taking in the décor, particularly the framed
houses.
My office space isn’t anything extravagant
since I usually meet clients on locations. The space is
large enough to have all my necessities and a tad bit
of privacy. Nadia sits directly up front in the
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makeshift reception area with the copier and printer
sitting close by. My desk sits in the back where I can
have a private conversation if need be. In between us
the walls were lined with a small refrigerator, table
with coffee and its necessary condiments along with
single packets of instant lattes including hot
chocolate. The opposite wall had a small conference
table with four chairs. Of course Chris designed it so
the furniture and accessories all brought the place to
life. Pictures of properties bought and sold hang on
the walls along with before and after pictures of
renovated homes.
“Hi, I'm Alicia Montgomery. I'm looking for
Jasmine Thomas.”
“Hi, I'm Jasmine,” I answer walking around
my desk to shake her hand. Chrissette had already
told me to be expecting her; I just expected something
more intimidating from a psychiatrist. But maybe the
librarian look is good for her business, keeps it calm.
No telling what type of crazies she is seeing on a daily
basis. Definitely the sexy librarian, the type that likes
to let her hair down before snatching off her glasses.
“I like your office, did Chrissette dress it?”
“She did,” I answer smiling. My friend could
do her thing, she had style, but she always made sure
you were represented in your space. There was a
forty inch flat screen television mounted behind my
desk that she talked me into getting. She showed me
how I could take pictures of homes on my iPad, pull
them up through the internet and show clients homes
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on the screen when riding around for hours wasn’t an
option. Obligations for other things in life make it
hard to have time to look at multiple houses and I
never want a person to just settle for anything.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“A water, please.”
Nadia grabs the water as we sit.
“So Chris tells me you are moving here from
Memphis, how do you like St. Louis so far?”
“It’s larger than I expected but so far so good.
It’s just exciting being in a new place with new things
and new people. I needed a break from the things that
were happening in Memphis.”
“It’s always good when it’s a welcomed
change. So are there any parts of the city or counties
that you may be interested?”
“No, nothing particularly that stands out, but
an area with a good school system and nice area for
jogging. My husband is a jogger who I hope is
building great stamina for us to start making babies.
That’s why I'm here for him.”
Here we go, one of those ladies with various
mental space gaps that come with being in love. She
appears to have herself so together, but I know she
has lapse in judgment when it comes to her husband.
Maybe along with wanting babies that’s just
something else that we need, to love a man endlessly.
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To love him so much he is just in every thought of your day, every day.
“That’s a good start; anything else for the
area.”
“I did just lease an office for my psychology
clinic,” handing me a card with an address in West
County which is a really nice neighborhood for
business and living. In real estate you become very
good with addresses especially of things on main
streets such as Ballas Road. It was a great
neighborhood for what she is looking for seeing as
there are a lot of medical buildings down that road.
“Are you looking for a house, a loft or condo?”
“A house with a large back yard,” she answers-
- as I continue taking notes she continues with her list,
“three bedrooms, I'm okay with one bathroom if it’s
large enough, but my preference would be two. Two
car garage and the kitchen should be large, plenty of
counter tops; I love to cook for my man in my down
time.”
“Your office space is in West County, have you
gotten to visit much of the area outside of your
business?”
“No, not really.”
“That’s okay I will start my search there so
maybe we can grab something to eat at one of the
restaurants over there. It’s a really nice area and I
know they will have some houses with your
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description. It will also put you close to work.” I
don’t mention the school system, even though I know
they have a good one-- just don’t want her swooning
again on her what will be life.
Looking over the list I notice one thing missing
and I have to ask because she is a woman, “No
preference on closet space.”
She giggles slightly like a school girl, “Oh, of
course how could I forget, as many as possible and as
large as possible.”
“Right,” I say genuinely smiling at her this
time. “So I can get a good list going this weekend.
How about I give you a call Monday to schedule a
meeting?”
“That’s perfect. I have to go back home to
continue with the aligning of affairs, but I will be back
Monday afternoon. Maybe you can call me after
two.”
“Sounds perfect. If your schedule doesn’t
allow you to do a lot of driving around and looking I
can get something together to show you here. That
way you can get a better look and decide if it’s worth
a personal look.”
“That sounds great; maybe it will allow my
husband time to come sit and look with me. But your
friend is doing such an awesome job with my clinic
decorations I can’t wait to see what she will do with
the house you find me which I know will be beautiful.
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Again I'm excited about my new life venture and I
know it has brought my husband and I closer
together.”
There it goes again. I genuinely want that
money selling her a home, but I just as much want her
out of my office. Don’t get me wrong there is
absolutely nothing wrong with a woman being in
love, just in moderations. Please don’t lose yourself
in the hopes of foreverness with some guy. I mean
seriously women turn their backs on family, friends,
careers even God for a man they believe will cover all
those territories. So now unknowingly to him it’s also
his job to be all these venues to you. But I don’t know
her husband, he could be a great husband.
With Mrs. Montgomery gone and next week’s
scheduled mapped out I let Nadia leave. Sending her
home with no homework free to enjoy her weekend,
the sun is just going down so it’s an early night for us.
Packing up my things with my back to the door I hear
it ding indicating I have a guest. But it’s late so whoever this is will have to see me Monday morning.
I hate turning people away, but I don’t want to die in
this place, I have brought it to a good point so I think
I deserve to go home and put my feet up a little early.
Only when I turn to the sound of footsteps
moving toward me my heart stops. Dressed in what
is appearing to be his everyday gear of dirty overalls,
mudding boots and a t-shirt that has seen better days
is my dread head admirer from the Grand showing.
A beautiful smile that brings a softness to his look and
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dreads pulled into a loose knot behind his head, the
mystery man from the showing has shown up.
“Hello, Ms. Thomas,” heat spreads through my
body, “I'm Jaden. I don’t think I got the chance to
introduce myself before.”
“Hello,” I answer pulling myself together in
time to reach out and shake his hand. A hand that
engulfs mine and sends chills in places I didn’t
expect. His hands indicate that he works hard, does
manly things with them, often. Jaden has a rugged
look like he could do some great things to a woman in
bed, but I felt I needed to stay away.
“Did you come about your friend finding a
home because you could have just sent him or his
wife?”
Smiling that beautiful smile, “No I am here
hoping you would like to have dinner with me
tonight.”
“Tonight? You mean in a couple of hours?”
“I mean if you don’t already have plans,” he
says a little less sure of himself than he was when he
strutted in.
Now this is interesting, I'm pissed because he
just assumed I had no plans, frustrated because I
don’t, yet intrigued enough to say, “Okay.”
“Really?” He asks with his confidence back in
place.
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“Sure,” why not, let’s see what the boy has to
offer.
“Okay so I have to go home and shower.”
Good to hear. “But I can call you in an hour, do you
mind meeting me?”
At first I think why didn’t he ask to pick me
up, but maybe this is for the best if I need to get out of
there. “Sure.”
“Okay,” he says standing looking at me longer
than needed before jogging out the door and hopping
into the passenger seat of a dirty pick-up truck.
What the hell did I just get myself into? Some
dusty dude who can’t afford his own car and with a
friend who could barely afford one. Just because a
guy could electrically charge my pussy with a
handshake doesn’t mean I should be seen in public
with him. Irritated I grab up my things and head
home.
There is no way I can go through with this
date. Where will he take me? What the hell was I
thinking saying ‘yes’? I had plenty of reasons to say
‘no’, starting with that tingling feeling he gave me. I
should have been scared shitless because of that
sensation not running toward it head on. There is no
way I am going out with him.
* * *
An hour later when I answer my phone I am
set on cancelling any plans that may have been made.
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I have gotten home and gotten comfortable and I just
really don’t want to do it.
“Hello.”
Without asking if I changed my mind Jaden
right away says, “Hey Jasmine can you meet me at
the 360 roof top restaurant?” Wow really? “I will meet you at valet.”
“Okay,” squeezes out past my shock.
“Let’s say an hour.”
“That’s fine, see you in an hour.” We hang up
but anxiety grips on, now I'm scared. I haven’t been
on an actual date with someone who makes me giddy
in years. The fact that I have completely
underestimated him grips onto the anxiety for a
pretty unpleasant combination. For Jaden to pick a
restaurant like the 360 he had to be something totally
different from what I have been thinking. The
restaurant is both sexy and expensive at least for a
non-small plate type of girl. 360 is the perfect place to
take someone you are trying to impress.
Before I get dressed, I head to my bar and pour
me a shot of vodka to get me going.
Pulling up to the Hilton on the Ballpark that
housed the 360’s rooftop restaurant on the twenty-
sixth floor, my phone rings. Again it’s Ronnie and I
don’t have time to answer and I'm sure I would forget
to return the call. What could he want that he is
calling this many times?
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Jaden opens the door for me and I put that
thought out of my mind. A valet hops in and pulls off
leaving us alone. We stand taking each other in for a
minute. I am once again surprised by the man
standing in front of me. His evening attire consists of
a chocolate wool jacket that has a blazer cut paired
with vest, button up shirt and tie, his lower half had
on a nice pair of properly fitted jeans. You know not
the type of guy who wears them hanging off his ass
or pulled up too far on his waist, neither like a girl
nor are they too small. On his feet were a nice pair of
brown wingtip shoes and since I am not much into
men’s fashion I couldn’t name any of it but it all
looked nice. His hair is pulled into a tight bun at the
nape of his neck with a fresh lining of both his head
and goatee.
Tonight he appears much more polished than
either of the other two times. My interest is growing
even though I don’t want it to; I don’t want to feel
mushy for anyone right now. But when I look at his
lips move, everything in my body tingles.
“Ready to go in,” he asks gesturing towards
the door.
Taking the elbow he has offers, I walk silently
in with him. I know I need to say something, but I'm
stuck. Don’t want to impress him, yet don’t want to
say anything he will deem as stupid. Where are these
feelings coming from?
Amazingly the elevators are completely empty
when we enter. Sexual energy like this is dangerous,
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causes both parties to act irrational until the thrill is
gone. When the elevator doors open for other
passengers Jaden wraps his hand lightly on my waist
and pulls me closer. Pulls me into him where it is
warm and I can feel his hard body, smell the scent
coming off his skin. At the exact moment when I feel
myself relax in the warmth and comfort of him the
elevator opens to the restaurant.
Opening to the beautiful ambiance of 360, fire
pits roaring throughout, overhead lights dimmed
making the scene perfectly romantic. I can see the
empty tables and closed bar on the outside patio.
When you could sit outside the setting allowed
beautiful views all around with Busch stadium in one
corner offering enjoyable views on game night.
Another corner that had a view of the Arch and
riverfront, along with a bar and open kitchen. The
weather is chilled so I'm sure no one is complaining,
but the place is full and I wonder if we will be seated.
The place isn’t completely filled, but seating is limited
and without reservations I am sure they have nothing
available.
However Jaden again proves me wrong when
he gives the hostess his name and he in turn shows us
to our table. Jaden thanks him then tells him he will
get my chair and coat. Helping me out of my coat he
takes a long glance which I appreciate. His appraisal
tells me he likes my dress of choice which is a cobalt
blue, knee length jersey dress with an oval neck line.
To get a block color look going I paired it with purple
heelless Mary Jane’s and a large green envelope
clutch all the darkest shade of the color spectrum.
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The dress is hugging all the right curves, as I take the
seat he has pulled out for me I know that he has
gotten a good peek at every angle. When I feel the
heat begin to rise in me, something that happens
whenever I am next to him, I welcome it. Welcome
the smell of his cologne mixed with the heat coming
from his skin, before taking my seat.
“You look exquisite tonight, Jasmine.”
It is the first time he has spoken my intimate
name from his lips, “Thank you and I see you clean
up splendidly.”
Giving a soft chuckle he comments, “Well
thank you, but work requires me to get dirty so that’s
me ninety percent of the time. But I do have a little bit
of style.”
“I see,” I comment smiling, “and what is it
exactly that you do?” I ask taking the opening,
because I am really curious.
“Construction.”
Okay I can see that, and they make decent
money, “Oh do you like it?” If this doesn’t work out
maybe I could hire the company he works for.
“It’s pretty much all I know,” he answers as a
waitress comes over. She sits a glass of wine in front
of each of us while introducing herself as Shelly.
“I hope you don’t mind I ordered the wine.”
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“No that’s fine.”
“Are you all ready to order,” Shelly asks.
“We haven’t really looked at the menus,”
Jaden answers.
“Okay, I can come back.”
We both thank her picking up our menus as
she retreats. Looking over the menu I wonder about
his comment of construction being all he knows. Is
there something else he would rather be doing? From
my experience when people are in jobs that they don’t
like their personalities reflect that. Bad attitudes daily because the majority of their lives are spent doing
something they can’t stand. My opinion-- it is better
to fail trying to do something that makes you happy
as opposed to doing something because you have to
do it because that is always going to make you
miserable. Jaden doesn’t seem unhappy with life, but
who knows.
“You know what you want,” he asks looking
up from his menu and directly into my eyes. Gosh he
really is beautiful with his smooth chocolate skin,
dark eyelashes and beautifully full lips.
“Yes, the Maine lobster.”
“No appetizer?”
“No, I think that will be enough.”
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When the waitress returns he gives our order
as a true gentleman would. When she is gone I start
the conversation right were we ended.
“So what does that mean that construction is
all you know.”
“My dad opened a construction business when
he and my mom first married. Growing up I took a
natural liking to it always going to the office with him
and when I got old enough to ride along to some
construction sites with him. None of my other
siblings took a general liking to it like; I did.”
“But you do like it?”
“Oh yeah, I love it,” he answers with a genuine
smile and gleam in his eye. “What about you? Why
real estate?”
Now it was my turn to smile, “I love houses.
Structure, appliances, designing a home, picking out
its features and then finding someone who loves it as
much as you. Your home is your personal art canvas,
it tells your personality.”
The waitress comes with our meals and more
wine to refill our glasses. After the waitress leaves
our, conversation continues lightly as we dress our
food. I learned that he is the youngest of three
siblings with an older brother and sister. Every now
and then I would find him looking at me when
neither of us was speaking and it actually made me
blush. I still didn’t know what I was ready to do with
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these feelings so I decided to let them sit and enjoy
him for as long as I could.
He must have felt a certain way about me also
because when the meal ended after the bill was paid
and we were on our way out he intertwined our
fingers. Rubbing his calloused thumb lightly across
my knuckles as he leads me out, pulling me close
once we are in the elevator. Standing close to him I
noticed my comfort level changed. Right away I
relaxed into his strong build, relaxed into the strong
sexual feeling he gave me. Wondering if he was
having that same urge, trying to control myself from
stepping further back into him now-- difficult.
Thankfully I don’t have to fight against the heat in my
pussy for long as the elevator doors chime open.
In the lobby Jaden gives our tickets to the valet
guy then turns to me.
“I had a good time tonight with you, Jasmine.”
“So did I.”
“So will it be possible to do this again?”
“Yes.”
“Would it be okay if I wanted to kiss you
now?” I want to scream HELL YEAH, but I also don’t want to feel anything more for him so soon.
“Yes.” I answer not caring either way as I
watch his lips come toward mine. Immediately I feel
how soft they really are as he places them fully onto
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mind. My lips have a mind of their own as I slightly
part them to taste his. Our tongues do a little dance
tasting each other, savoring each other.
Jaden pulls me closer taking full control of the
kiss, biting my lip and causing heat to spread to
wonderful places.
I pull away when I feel the cold air from
outside coming through the hotel lobby doors. As I
pull away I hope no one has been watching us get lost
in each other. But these hopes are shot down when I
turn to find both valet boys smiling at us like the
teenagers they were. Jaden takes my hand and guides
me to my car like he has not a care in the world.
Actually he looks like all his worries were just put at
ease.
“I will be calling you soon for that second
date.”
“Can’t wait.”
Pecking my lips one last time he waits for me
to get into my car before closing my door then
jogging off to his own vehicle.
* * *
On all fours I bounce back into his dick as he
pounds forward into my pussy. It was like we both
were trying to fuck out some unwanted frustration.
Holding onto his hotel room’s headboard for support
as he lifts my left leg for better aim into a much better
spot I think this is exactly what I need.
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Yes, dinner was good and the company was
great, a lot better than I had previously assumed. The
conversation was great, it was open and I feel like I
got to know a lot about him. Then that kiss at the end
of the night, a kiss that left my panties wet and my
coochie wanting was a great topping. But I knew it
was too soon to take Jaden to my place, too forward
and whorish to go to his on the first night. What was
a girl to do? So when Gavin called I took him up on
the opportunity to meet him at his hotel room. He
started with an appetizer, spreading my legs as soon
as I walked through the door.
Now lying up under me, I ride him hard. Ride
out all my sexual frustrations as he bites then licks my
nipple. First one at a time then both at once. It
doesn’t take long before I am screaming out, sweating
and shaking. Not long after, up under me Gavin
releases whatever was holding him.
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