Chapter 9
Taleya
“What time is it?” I ask with barely open eyes.
“Five,” his deep baritone responds before his lips land on my cheek.
After washing each other in the shower, Oson and I climbed into bed together.
He kept his promise and buried his head between my legs.
He blessed me with his tongue skills and licked, sucked, and kissed my pussy until I came and again until I drifted to sleep.
The discovery of his absent, tall, warm body next to me pulled me from my slumber.
“In the morning?” I ask because why the hell is he up so early? Especially since we just went to sleep. When I open my eyes fully, I see he’s dressed and standing by the bed.
After sitting, he says, “Yeah. I gotta go. My flight leaves in a few hours but stay, sleep, and order room service. The room is yours until tomorrow morning. I extended it. I left the tablet to order and check out on the stand right here.”
“I’ll definitely sleep in,” I admit. “Thank you. For everything. I really enjoyed myself.”
“Nah, sexy. Thank you for making my last night here worth it.”
He leans in and softly kisses my lips then stands.
There’s no long goodbye or empty promises of something more.
We end our time together as simply and uncomplicated as we began.
The only difference is the mysterious, sexy man from the club now has a name and I have a night full of good ass memories thanks to him.
I watch as he walks out of the bedroom, and when I hear the suite door close, I turn over in the bed and take my thoroughly sexed body back to sleep.
I don’t open my eyes again until sometime after eleven.
From the comfort of the bed, I grab the tablet and order brunch.
While I wait for it, I amble out of bed. Thanks to Oson, I have a new walk.
To soak off this good ache in my thighs and legs, I need a long hot bath but settle for another shower. I’ll bathe at home. I also take advantage of the complimentary body care essentials package in the bathroom and brush my teeth, gargle, and wash my face.
When the food arrives, I slip on one of the provided terry cloth bathrobes and let the server in. He sets my pecan waffles, hot honey grilled chicken tenders, Strawberries Romanoff, and cranberry juice on the small dining table.
I take my time and enjoy my food and juice. While I really appreciate Oson for extending the suite until tomorrow morning, I’m leaving today. I need to leave this fantasy world and return to my reality. I have to get my ass home and study a little before I go into work tonight.
I easily locate my dress, bra, and shoes in the bedroom but cannot find my damn panties.
After searching every inch of the living room three times and the bedroom twice, I give up and leave the room.
I’m sure housekeeping has found more interesting things than a pair of lace panties in these suites.
It’s only two but the resort is humping. It’s the last day of As You Wish and the party is definitely still going. The elevators are packed and the ground floor is rocking. Time really stands still here.
I make my way to the front and checkout.
After the lady scans my wristband, she removes it and retrieves my bag.
My cell and key are inside. Before walking out of the main entrance, I remote start my ride to warm it up.
It looks like it snowed last night and actually stuck.
More has accumulated than when I first arrived.
Luckily for me, when I reach the door, the attendant informs me there’s a small shuttle van pulling up soon that provides a heated ride between the parking lot and the resort.
My initial excitement clearly caused me to miss valet and this van on yesterday.
The van pulls up five minutes later. About six people exit and I’m the lone passenger during my ride to my car. He does, however, pick up four people before we reach my Audi. As soon as I’m in my ride, I turn on my seat warmer then my cell. Three texts from Aasha pop-up as soon as it powers on.
Bestie: Um…
Bestie: Are you okay?
Bestie: Please don’t make me drive to the Keys. Call me!
Aasha’s last text had come an hour ago and I need to catch her before her dramatic ass gets into her Jeep and heads this way. She answers before the phone even rings.
“Where are you?” she yells.
“In my car, just leaving.”
“You spent the night?” she asks incredulously. Staying was never part of the plan.
“Yes. It was late and I’m glad I did. It snowed last night.”
“Well, don’t make me wait. Who was it?”
“Mr. Mysterious,” I reveal and she screams.
“Bitch! From the club? You lucky hoe. Please tell me the dick matches the energy and looks.”
“I didn’t fuck him,” I lie and she busts into laughter. I laugh too, unable to hold it in. “It does, girl. It absolutely does. You should have seen me walking out of that resort. I walked in straight legged and just walked out bow-legged as hell.”
“Details. I need every fucking detail,” she says.
For almost my entire drive back to Crescent Falls, I download with Aasha about my night. Besides the details of my night with him, she’s also extremely curious about the resort itself. We discuss that and make a plan to return for her birthday in November.
“Thanks again for getting us the section,” Aasha yells from my closet.
“Girl, of course. I’m covering the first bottle since I can’t officially be with you but the second one is on y’all,” I tell her.
After the Bedroom Vixen party, Aasha got obsessed with the line and became a consultant.
This afternoon, she had her first party.
It was small but she actually made good sales.
To celebrate, I got her a VIP section at the club tonight.
It was last minute so I can’t get off but I’ll be lowkey partying with her on the clock.
There will only be a few people with her—her sister Leesha, Icelyn, and a couple other consultants.
“You don’t have to do that,” she says but I wave her off even though she can’t see me.
She walks out of my closet with three of my shoe boxes in her hands.
Our dress sizes are completely different but our feet are the same size, an eight.
My boxes are clear and I can see exactly which shoes she’s chosen.
I just shake my head. “Don’t say no. All three of these would be cute with my bodysuit,” she says with a sigh.
“And so will the ones you bought and showed me,” I counter.
“I don’t like those anymore,” she says.
“I bet.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Okay. Either one. Just hurry up. I need to get to work.”
“You can leave me here.”
“Hell nawl. For half my purses and shoes to be gone when I get back? No, ma’am. Grab the box you want and let’s go.” While she decides on the shoes, I rush into my bathroom, remove my rods, and finger comb my hair. When I walk out, she’s holding two boxes. “Just come on,” I huff.
When we leave my room, we head downstairs then leave my townhouse. She heads home to get ready. Her table is reserved for ten but I report at eight tonight. As soon as I’m in the club, Janae, another VIP server, rushes toward me.
“There are two boxes for you by your locker. I think one might be roses,” she says.
“For me?”
“Yeah. They were just delivered. Don’t tell me you got a new boo,” she teases with a smile.
“Nope. Still single, but thanks.”
The last box delivered here to me led me to the best night of my life. That was five weeks ago and I still think about how Oson handled my body. It’s hard to forget a man who appreciates a woman’s body and knows how to please it.
But another box?
Two?
From who?
My curiosity leads me straight to the lockers.
I bypass the digital timeclock and damn near run to the employee area.
Just like Janae said, two black boxes are on the bench between the lockers.
One short and the other long. I open the long one first, and again, she’s right.
There are a dozen long-stemmed pink roses inside, same as the ones he had for me that night.
It’s him.
Just the possibility that these boxes are from Oson has me excited.
I practically rip open the smaller box while cheesing the entire time.
I laugh and shake my head as soon as I see the contents.
My lace panties. The panties I thought I’d left in the suite at Seventh Heaven are inside along with a small slip of paper.
There’s a number on the paper so I dial it and his deep, sexy voice tickles my ear when he answers.
“You got your panties,” he says.
“I did and the roses. Thank you for both. I went crazy looking for those damn panties.”
“I needed something to remind me of you. Shit, I still can’t get you off my mind,” he says and I feel myself blushing. “You been thinking about me?”
“Yes,” I gladly admit.
“I like that shit. You gon’ come next weekend?”
“Come where?” I question.
“There’s something under your panties,” he says.
I reach into the box and lift my panties to see a printout beneath them. I pull it out and open it. It’s an itinerary: flights, hotel, and tickets to a mixed martial arts fight in Seattle, Washington.
“Washington?”
“Yeah, to see me fight.”
“A fighter. That explains your body,” I say and he chuckles.
“Just say you’ll come. A nigga want to see you real bad.”
“Then, I’ll definitely come,” I say, still smiling because shit, I’ll be a fool not to.
The End