Chapter 13 #3
I left my shoes by the door, and I even took my socks off, leaving them in my hands because they were wet.
I wanted to wash everything that I had on.
I held the socks in my hands, as Tank gave me a tour of the entire house.
Each room got a little better than the previous one he would show me.
When he walked me into the kitchen, it was so pretty, spacious, and lit up.
I asked him was it just for the aesthetic, and this man laughed in my face, and told me that he knew how to cook.
Now that I was getting to really know him, you could really tell that Tank was a man that did spend a lot of time with his grandfather growing up, just as he’d told me.
His mannerisms, the things that he was able to do, how responsible he was, and his maturity as well.
We went through so many parts of this home that I couldn’t even point you to the beginning because I didn’t remember. We were now standing in his bedroom, and he was going through his drawers, trying to find something for me to throw on after my shower.
“You have sweatpants, and a hoodie? I’m going to wash my hair in the shower, and I know that I’m going to be freezing when I get out,” I asked him.
He let me know that he did have the things that I was asking for, and told me to wait, while he went to get it. He disappeared into his walk- in closet, and I stood, waiting for him. He came back a minute later, holding a gray hoodie in his hands, with the matching sweatpants for me.
“Thank you,” I responded, taking the things from him.
We walked out of the bedroom, so that he could take me to one of the guest bathrooms, but it was huge like a master.
All the guest toiletries that I needed were in here for me because according to him, his mom has stayed the night a few times, so he made sure to keep this bathroom stocked up with things for her.
Everything was travel size, and hadn’t been opened, so I could tell that he really did design this bathroom strictly for guest.
“The laundry room is right down the hall to your left. You can wash all your clothes when you finish. Ima hop in the shower too. You need me to do anything for you?” he asked, making me weak with that question.
I felt myself getting a little nervous, so instead of verbally answering him, I just shook my head, letting him know that I was fine.
He left, giving me some privacy, and that’s when I closed the door, and I sat the items that he’d given me on the counter. I went for my phone, quickly turning my location off because my sisters, my mom, and Blake had it, and I didn’t want to have to explain to them where I was.
Once that was done, I looked at myself in the mirror.
For a woman that had gotten soaked from the rain, and damn near had a panic attack in the car, I still looked good.
Because my hair was wet, it was no longer straight.
It had curled up. The red blouse that I had on was clinging to my stomach. My jeans were wet too.
I quickly peeled the clothes off, and I walked over to the shower, turning it on, making sure I adjusted the water to the hottest setting, needing it to feel like hell when I got inside.
I went into the linen closet that was in here, where I pulled out a white, fluffy towel for me, along with a washcloth.
I grabbed another towel for my hair. I went through the drawer that had all the toiletry items, and I grabbed bar soap, bodywash, along with the shampoo, and conditioner.
I was very particular of the things that I allowed on my body, and my hair, but Tank had all natural products that I didn’t mind using.
I stepped inside the shower, and the whole time I was in, I was having a pep talk with myself, telling myself that I didn’t have to do anything with him that I didn’t want to do.
I also didn’t want to hold back, either.
If the voices in my head started telling me to just let go, and let him fuck, then I was going to do that.
It’s been a minute. I haven’t had any dick since last year, and to be specific, it was the night before my birthday.
I needed some dick, so if Tank continued to woo me, then I was going to give in.
I had to spend over thirty minutes in the shower.
From the pep talk, to the moments when I just stood under the shower head, allowing the water to beat down onto my skin, to actually washing my body, and washing my hair.
I had to allow the conditioner some time to sit before I washed it out, so that took up some time too.
The bathroom was steaming hot when I got out, so I had to crack the door a little bit.
I had a towel wrapped around my body, and one wrapped around my head. There was a brand-new toothbrush in the pack, along with toothpaste, so I was able to brush my teeth. I even washed my face with some of the products in here as well.
The bathroom cooled down a little bit, so I was able to lotion my body, apply some deodorant that was brand new as well, and I slipped on the clothes that Tank handed to me.
I removed the towel from my head, going to just allow my hair the chance to air dry, and I grabbed everything from my towels, wash clothes, and my dirty clothes, walking the items down to the laundry room that was the size of a guest bedroom.
I found the fancy LG washer machine, tossed the items in, used the detergent, and the laundry beads that he had, and I started the load.
I left the laundry room, and I walked down to Tank’s room, thinking that he was in there, but he wasn’t. I was so embarrassed when I couldn’t find the winding staircase, but I eventually did, and I took the stairs down. I had no idea where he was, but I just walked until I found him.
A TV was playing from somewhere in the house, and that’s what I followed. It led me to the family room area, where he was standing up, with the remote in his hands, looking at the TV screen, trying to find something to watch. When he heard my footsteps, that’s when he turned around to look at me.
I froze in my spot when I saw him standing there.
I really wished that he would have chosen to put on something else after his shower, and I wished that he wouldn’t have taken out his twist and washed his hair.
The look that he had right now was going to fuck with my mind.
He had the nerve to be standing in front of the TV, and he was shirtless.
I’ve never seen him without a shirt on, so I could really see the rips that his body had.
Not only that, but there were tattoos on him that I’ve never even seen before.
His entire back was tattooed. It was such a sexy, strong back.
He was standing there in black sweatpants, and they hung off his waist just a little bit, showing the band to the Calvin Klein briefs that he was wearing.
He’d taken out his twist, and washed his hair in the shower, so now, his hair was curly, and seeing this fine, chocolate man standing in front of me, ripped in muscle, with healthy curls down his back was enough for me to want to run out of the room because it was way too much temptation.
“Long ass shower. Come here. Let me smell you,” he let out, and I laughed. I laughed because I was nervous. I laughed, hoping that he didn’t catch the way that I had just been standing here, lusting after him.
“I got lost. I couldn’t find you,” I announced, after a few seconds past.
“Why didn’t you just call out for daddy?” he asked, and I ignored that, walking into the room, and I sat down on the couch.
“I ordered the pizza. They said to give them an hour. What kind of movies you like to watch?” he turned his entire body around to ask me. That dick print was right in my face, so I looked.
“Tank, you going to have to put on some other kind of pants, and a shirt,” I replied.
“This how I walk around the house, baby. I’m making you uncomfortable?” he wanted to know.
“No. I just keep looking,” I said, and that made him laugh.
“If I’m fuckin with your head, I’ll change if you want me to,” he announced.
“It’s okay. Just turn the light off,” I was honest.
He followed what I told him to do, going over to the wall, and he cut the light off.
That did help a little bit. I told him that he could put on whatever he wanted to, and his ass put on Boyz N the hood.
I didn’t even care because with the way my mind was racing, I knew I wasn’t going to pay any kind of attention to it.
Tank stayed on his side of the couch, while I stayed on mine. Ten minutes into the movie, I felt his eyes on me.
“Come here. Why you sitting all the way over there? You know I’m not going to bite you,” he announced.
I probably scooted my ass over just an inch.
That little scoot had him reaching his arm out for me, pulling me closer to him, and when he did that, I was the closest that I had been to him.
My elbow hit his lap, his hand was still holding onto my arm, and I was looking at him with a racing heart.
He had that look in his eyes like he did the night that we were outside his mom’s restaurant.
The one where it looked like he was going to devour me.
“You scared of me?” he asked, and I shook my head no.
“Verbally respond,” he was firm.
“I’m not scared of you. I wouldn’t have followed you here if I was scared,” I told him.
“So why you shaking?” he asked.
“I’m cold,” I lied, and he smiled.
“I been thinking about that kiss since the night it happened. Nobody ever kissed me like that. That shit felt so fuckin good, baby,” he told me, and I literally got chills during his words.
“Are you still talking to Renee?” I hate that I had to fuck up the vibe by asking that, but I really wanted to know, especially since I felt myself about to go ahead, and cross that line with him.
When I asked him that, I saw it all in his face that I had annoyed him. He sucked his teeth, let go of my arm, but he kept his eyes on me.