11. Makari #2
"So this goes both ways then?" I searched his face, needing clarity. "You're not having sex with any other women?"
"Kari, I haven't been with anyone but you since you let me in them guts." He smiled sexily. "Between training, Avi, and you, I've been a little busy."
"Okay, so for now we're sexually exclusive to each other but that's it. Just the physical."
"Yeah I'm cool with that." His words flowed easily but I could see the hesitation in his eyes, like he wanted to say more. "But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let other men talk to you crazy. Especially not one of my teammates. That's a definite hell fucking no."
"Leave that child alone."
He snorted. "McClain is twenty-four. He's a grown fucking man, trying to fuck."
"And I'm a grown woman who knows how to handle myself. Plus, the last thing you need is drama with one of your teammates over me."
He smirked arrogantly. "I promise I won't do anything he doesn't deserve."
"Omiri."
"What, man? I'm giving you my word." He grinned wider when I narrowed my eyes. "And you might want to find something safer to do than defending another man to me. That shit will end badly for him."
"I'm not doing this with you."
"Good because it's a waste of your time. Is Avi gonna be straight with ol’ girl tonight?"
"Tiana." I rolled my eyes because he refused to use her name. She was always ol’ girl or my homegirl.
He smiled cockily. "You know who I mean. My baby good to stay all night?"
"Yes, she's fine, why?"
"We have plans."
"What kind of plans?"
"My publicist gave me two tickets to Dinner in the Dark…"
I quickly shook my head. "How is that supposed to work? We can't be out like that."
"Yes we can. Nobody knows who you are and you won't have Avi with you. They wouldn’t even know you have a daughter because you kept her face off social media." He hit me with a look that gut punched because he was hinting at the fact that I hid her from not just the world but him too.
"Okay and…"
"And it's cool for us to be seen together without Avi. But just because I know your ass would stress, I requested the private room, so it will just be us. We still get the dinner in the dark experience but no one will be in there but you and me."
"That sounds like a date." I arched my brow, challenging him.
Omiri smirked and walked up on me. "We're not defined, Kari. Dating sounds very defined."
"We're not, which is why I'm asking for clarity."
He chuckled, giving me a sexually charged look that had my body blazing. "It's not a date. I'm just feeding you. I was invited and I have two tickets. You cool with that?"
"Yep."
"Aight, I need to head home to change. I'll be back at eight."
"Wait, is this fancy?"
"Nah, not really."
I narrowed my eyes and he grinned. "It's not, but I'll make some calls to have something sent over for you."
"Okay, I'll text you my sizes."
His eyes crawled slowly over my body. "You're not gonna complain about me dressing you?"
"Nope. You like throwing your money around, which means I know whatever you get is going to be expensive. I'm learning to pick my battles with you because you don't fucking listen."
I unlocked my phone while he made his way to the door. "Just your shoe size. I know that body better than you do. I got that covered."
I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. "And make sure it's classy. Don't try to hoe me out or I'm not wearing it."
He barked a laugh. "Bruh, you really think I would do that?"
I angled my head to the side and he grinned. "You're my daughter's mother. There’s no way in hell I'm gonna have you out here looking crazy. You'll match my fly, Kari. Stop stressing." He winked and opened the door. "I'll be back at eight and I'll make sure your clothes are here by six."
I was anxious and had no reason to be. This was just dinner but that didn’t stop me from nervously brushing my hand over my stomach and down my sides several times before opening the door to let Omiri in. The look on his face had me suppressing a smile.
The black mini dress he had delivered was sexy.
It clung to my body, exposing a deep V that showed just enough to be tempting without being inappropriate.
The fabric was silk but hugged my curves, defining my hips, ass, and thighs.
It stopped a few inches above my knees, highlighting my legs.
The matching strappy heels added the perfect amount of height and defined my calves, making my legs look endless.
I had no idea what to expect when he offered to send my dress for the night but he did not disappoint. Based on the way Omiri's eyes darkened and he adjusted his dick in his pants only seconds after he stepped into the living room, he had no complaints.
"Damn, Kari." The low and rough tone of his voice as his gaze traveled slowly from my face down to my feet and back forced me to release a smile. "You look..."
"Good?" I turned slowly so he could see the back, which dipped to the middle of my back showing off more skin.
"Good doesn't even fucking cover it." He stepped closer and his hands were on me. "You’re really trying to give Avi a sibling."
“No, sir, I am not. So please stop talking crazy.”
He smiled sexily and I took a moment to appreciate how fine this man was.
He made his normal fit of sweats or jeans look good but Omiri in a suit was playing with my life and sanity.
The black pants and jacket fit him perfectly and were tailored to accommodate his broad shoulders and athletic build.
He had on a slim fit black shirt underneath which was unbuttoned just enough to expose the Cuban link around his neck.
His beard was freshly moisturized and I felt the same obsession Avi had, needing to wrap my fingers in it.
He looked like money, sex, and everything I shouldn't want but absolutely did.
“If I’m talking crazy then stop looking at me like you’re trying to hop on my dick.”
I rolled my eyes and walked away to get my purse. He kept his eyes on me the entire time. When I made it back to where he was standing, he mumbled something under his breath and shook his head.
"Thank you for the dress.”
"Nah, don't thank me. You in it is thanks enough. I'm gonna have a hard time keeping my hands off you tonight."
"Please don’t make me change my mind."
He flashed a sexy grin and leaned down, letting his lips brush my ear. “I’m cool with you changing your mind because that means I don’t have to wait to put my hands on you.”
“Can we go?” My voice was shaky because I was very close to saying fuck dinner and fuck me instead.
He smirked and motioned to the door, staying behind me while I stepped outside.
I locked up and we were on our way with my stomach doing crazy things.
The entire drive to the restaurant I suffered through the assault of his cologne and the sexual tension lingered between the two of us.
Omiri kept his hand on my thigh and had his eyes on me between moving through traffic.
The worst part was that I was comfortable in this space and comfortable with him.
I was starting to believe this man had a hookup and access to everything in the city. We made it to the restaurant and parked in a private lot before taking an exclusive entrance that led us through the back straight to our private dining room.
The dining room was small and only had one table set up for us.
A server was waiting and greeted us, explaining how things would work.
We were given silk blindfolds to wear throughout the three-course meal hand selected by the chef.
The goal was to heighten our other senses.
She wished us luck and mentioned that our food would be served shortly.
"This is either going to be fun or a complete disaster." I grinned widely while Omiri pulled my chair out and waited for me to get seated. After I was situated, he secured the blindfold around my eyes.
"With you? Probably both." I swung my head, trying to detect where his voice was coming from and gave up, lifting the end of my blindfold just in time to catch him tying his on.
“Have you done this before?”
“Nah, it’s not really my thing.”
“Then why come?”
“My agent knows the chef, Sasha something…”
“Sasha Cooks Shit,” I blurted out. I was obsessed with her social media accounts and had even tried several of her cook with me meals where she walked you through every step from shopping to table. Her food was good as hell and never complicated to make.
“You know her?”
“Yes, I know her. I cook with her all the time on Skroll.”
“I knew your ass was gonna be down with this shit.” I could hear the smile in his voice and didn’t care that he was teasing me.
“Careful, that might be you actually caring about what I like.”
He chuckled just before I heard someone enter.
Omiri and I both peeked, lifting our masks at the same time just in time to see a man with a tray that housed two metal covered plates. He filled our glasses with wine then placed the food in front of us.
“Okay, if we doing this, we’re not going to cheat.
No more peeking,” I demanded and he nodded but I could tell he wasn’t really feeling it.
The server explained that our first course was pan-seared chicken breast with a walnut cherry glaze and fried greens, but all I could focus on was trying to navigate my fork without knocking over my glass.
"How the hell am I supposed to eat if I can’t see what I’m doing?" I mumbled.
“By making a big ass mess and how about you skip the knife. I don’t know if I trust you with that shit while you can’t see where you’re aiming it.” I grinned.
“You scared of me?”
“Hell yeah I am. You’re mean as hell when you can’t get what you want.”
My smile expanded. “Then you’re safe. I currently have food and wine. Everything I want.”
“Damn, so I can’t get any play?”
“You provided the food and wine, so you’re safe and getting all the play.”
By the time I managed to get the first bite in my mouth, I moaned. “Oh God, this is good.”