Chapter Ten
Brichelle “Brick” Walker
My phone sat in my lap as I tried to talk myself out of what I was about to do. I was sitting in my car acting like a high school girl who was scared to talk to a boy instead of a grown ass, successful, businesswoman.
“Just call him Brick. He must be interested because he gave you his number,” I scolded myself as I scrolled through my contact list all the way to the button. He was the only Z contact in the list. In a league of his own.
“What the hell do I say to him?” I questioned myself.
It was times like this I wished I had a girlfriend to talk to.
Someone who I could tell how I was feeling, preferably a woman.
It was times like this I wished Heaven had cell phones.
I hadn’t had a close female connection in years.
I had a few female associates and employees, but no one that I considered a friend.
Talking to my father had given me courage to call Zumo, but it had been a few hours since that conversation.
My nerves had dwindled from full electric shock to a slight tremor.
“Just ask him how business is going. Steal any of my customers lately handsome?” I practiced then immediately cringed at how passive possessive that sounded. I sighed and tossed my phone in the passenger seat. Suddenly the sound of ringing came through my car speakers.
“Uh, oh shit!” I scrambled to grab the phone to end the call, but it slid out of my grasp. I turned to the radio to try to press the red button before he answered, just as his voice came through my speakers.
“Well look at this,” his deep voice answered. “The gym lady finally called me.”
Lord, he sounded even sexier on the phone.
I was completely unprepared for this. I hadn’t even decided on what I was going to say.
Maybe I should just hang up and when I see him again tell him I butt-dialed him.
It sounded cowardly in my head, so I immediately canceled the idea and took a deep breath.
“I wanted to say thank you for helping me out yesterday. Getting guys to come over and patch up the window so my ladies didn’t have to do it and reaching out to my members, just everything you did is appreciated.
This may come as a bit of a shock to you, but I’m not used to allowing someone else to be in control,” I shrugged.
“I would have never guessed that gym lady.” His voice was laced with so much sarcasm it caused me to laugh aloud.
“Whatever smart ass. I just wanted to say thank you and I appreciate you. You weren’t obligated to help, but you did. Also, thank you for the juice. I drank all of them and they were delicious. I feel like I’m racking up I owe you’s,” I giggled nervously.
“I know a way you can repay me,” he retorted.
My mind went straight to my pussy. She hadn’t been getting the attention she craved.
Fine ass muscled men surrounded me all day every day, but I didn’t mix business with pleasure.
My brother did that enough for the both of us and somehow, I was always the one paying for it literally and figuratively.
Maybe it was time for me to start getting in a little trouble near work and stop being so damn responsible.
Maybe my little brother could clean my mess if I left one.
Judging by how fine Zumo was, I definitely would make a mess.
“It’s been a while since I was intimate with a man, but we can definitely work something out.
I just wouldn’t want things to be weird afterwards because our businesses are so close.
You don’t have to worry about me I’m a big girl, I can handle that,” I stammered as I felt a blush creep up my cheeks.
He laughed deep and throaty before responding causing my pussy to pulsate. I was ready to pull up wherever he was and give him my payment.
“No matter how big of a girl you think you are, I promise you, you can’t handle the way I would fuck you.
I would tear you apart and rebuild you brick by brick.
I would make you beg me to stop and keep going.
I would fuck your head up so completely I would consume all of your thoughts Brichelle.
It’s ok if I call you by your government name, right?
Yes, you can’t handle me gym lady, I don’t care how many weights you lift.
Luckily for you, the only repayment I want is the chance to buy you dinner.
I just want to fill your mouth and your stomach…… with lobster and steak,” he stated.
Heat rushed into my face, and I immediately felt embarrassed for offering this man my pussy and getting turned down.
Maybe I had read the signs wrong and he was only being nice to me because we were neighbors.
My windows being busted up affected his business too.
Who wanted to invite their customers to a place where there was a busted-up business right next door?
It definitely brought the property value down.
He had delivered the juice because of the argument in the parking lot.
The interest was one sided and he was just being nice.
Rejection stung and I could see why most men feared it.
“Um, yes. I am absolutely mortified. I read into this all wrong. Please forgive me and let’s just skip dinner, I will see you around,” I stuttered as I pressed the end button and ended the call.
“GOOD JOB BITCH NOW HE THINKS YOU’RE DESPERATE!
” I screamed as I banged the steering wheel like a mad woman.
This was exactly why I needed a woman to talk to about these things.
She would have probably told me that the man was just being nice to me.
I would have bought the nigga an edible arrangement and a thank you card.
None of this embarrassing shit would have happened.
The phone rang and it was Zumo calling back.
This was simply great, now he felt like he had to be nice and make it up to me because my feelings were hurt.
This reminded me of why I stuck to business and left the fucking and flings to my little brother.
I ignored the call, and he immediately called back.
I sighed and hit the green button to answer the call.
“Why did you hang up?” he questioned before I could say anything.
“Um, let’s see, I pretty much offered you my coochie and you were like no thank you, but how about we go out to eat. I feel ridiculous, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to face you again,” I put my hands over my face in embarrassment.
“Women hear what they want. Did I tell you that I didn’t want what you were offering, or did I ask you if I could take you to dinner before you give it to me? I don’t want to snatch your soul on an empty stomach, you need your strength,” he laughed causing me to roll my eyes and smirk.
“I don’t even want it anymore,” I lied as I stuck my lips out like a brat.
“Of course you do. Would you like me to meet you so I can take you to dinner or would you like for me to come get you?” he asked me. I smiled so hard, my face felt like it was about to fall off.
“Where would you like me to meet you sir?” I asked as I tried my hardest to relax my face muscles before they became frozen in a smile like the Joker.
“You just called me sir? Yeah, you want me bad,” he laughed causing me to laugh loudly and slap the same steering wheel I had been banging before he called back.
“Where do you want me to meet your cocky ass before I change my mind?” I retorted.
“Alpharetta Steak house 9:30 the reservation will be under the name Welsh. Don’t be late either,” he added and I could tell that he was smirking because of the inflection in his voice.
“I might arrive a little late just to piss you off,” I retorted before ending the call in his face.
I threw the phone in the passenger seat and giggled loudly in excitement.
I was looking forward to seeing him, and I knew that my daddy would be proud of me for following his advice.
I grabbed my things and got out of the car running in the house quickly so I could get ready.
It was already 5pm and I had no idea what I was going to wear.
I wanted something that said, “I can have a casual fling and not catch feelings because I’m a boss ass bitch,” and I only had a few hours to curl my hair, do makeup, shave, and leave the house in time to make it at 9:30.
I wasn’t exactly close to Alpharetta and with Atlanta’s traffic the drive would take no less than forty-five minutes.
I flew into the house like a tornado destroying everything in her path.
I flew upstairs, started the tub, and went into my room so I could take out a few options.
By seven-thirty I had showered, shaved, done my hair and makeup but I couldn’t get my outfit together and I planned to leave the house at 8:30.
I sighed loudly and stepped out of another option before throwing it in the center of the floor.
The black dress was too serious, the orange one was too damn bright, and the white one made me look like a virgin.
“WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND A DRESS THAT SAYS I CAN FUCK CASUALLY AND NOT CATCH FEELINGS?” I screamed like a mad woman as I went back over to my closet. I pulled out a cream-colored dress, and it looked like I was about to have a business meeting.
“Well, you are about to discuss the business of him getting this pussy,” I shrugged as I turned from side to side admiring myself in the mirror.
I sighed before undoing the buttons and going back to my closet.
When I spotted a green dress that I had never worn but bought impulsively, I smirked.
It was a little risky, deep plunging neckline, high split, multiple greens, it was an attention grabber for sure.
I slipped into it and admired the way it hugged my hips, made my breasts look perfectly perky, and made my ass sit exactly right.