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  “And where did you go just now?”

  I looked up to see Bianca plop down on the couch right next to me. She laid her head on my shoulder.

  “I don’t know really.”

  “You are lying.” Bianca smiled. “Who is she?”

  I looked at my friend with her big smile and pretty blue eyes. She was who I could see Loyal messing with, not me. “What if I was to say it’s not a she?”

  Bianca’s eyes popped open. Her smile turned into a perfect circle as her mouth dropped open. “What do you mean? It’s not a man.” Bianca sat up and turned her body toward me.

  I knew I needed to tell someone. Bianca continued to point and shake her head as she hung on to every word I was telling her. I needed to tell someone about what I was doing before I completely lost my mind.

  “This is bad isn’t it?” I lowered my head. “Here I am on the brink of what might be my biggest break ever and I’m getting involved in some illicit affair.”

  “Wait what exactly makes it illicit?” Bianca’s lip curled. “Nothing about what you are doing is illicit. Hell I’m actually proud of you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Oh, sweetie, I don’t know when you went from being the chick I met at the club to this recluse you are but it’s about time you snap out of it.” Bianca held her arms out for the seamstress.

  “I am not a recluse. I just have my work—”

  “Blah, blah, blah. You and your work. Did it ever occur to you that maybe getting some might actually help with your work? Why do you think most artists are freaks, alcoholics, or drug addicts? Sex is a liberating experience every time you have it. Am I not right?”

  In unison the workers around us all agreed.

  “Yeah, but think of some of the women we know. I’m not trying to end up all dickmatized wanting sex all day and not getting any work done.”

  “Now that”—Bianca pointed at me—“is entirely up to you. I’m not telling you to try to make this a real thing. Hell from what you say he wouldn’t be main-guy material to begin with. However, he sounds like the perfect maintenance man. Wait ... maybe this is a bad idea.”

  I gave Bianca an inquisitive look as she tried to change her mind.

  “Rayne, can you mess with anyone and not catch feelings?”

  “Get the fuck out of here, Bianca; of course I can.”

  “No, seriously, girl.” Bianca sat back down. “Yeah, back in the day; but since Tee I don’t know if you can.”

  I swallowed the knot in my throat at the mention of my ex. I knew exactly where Bianca was coming from. Tee was never supposed to be more than just a fling. I caught feelings and started wanting more. I gave her more without realizing I wasn’t getting anything more in the process. In the end I was left with a broken heart and she moved on to the relationship she actually wanted.

  “Trust me; I am never getting into another relationship like that again. In fact the second I notice I like a person more than they like me I’m leaving.”

  “Well in that case I say go for it. Let that man please you; who knows, you might actually like it.”

  After the long day I decided to go back home and relax. I didn’t want to work on anything. I just wanted to get some much-needed R&R. I finally caught up on a few television shows I had missed in the last few weeks and checked my cluttered mail inbox. I caught myself checking the time. Loyal would be getting off soon and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would contact me.

  I decided I would be prepared for anything. I double-checked all important areas for any unwanted hair. Next I took a long shower and opted for my coconut body wash and matching lotion. Once I smelled like piña colada I sprayed my body with the matching body splash just to add one more layer of yummyness.

  Loyal was finally off work. I wondered would he actually call or just pull another pop-up like he did the previous night. I put on my kimono robe, tying it so that it hung off my shoulder a little bit. I poured a glass of wine and sat on my couch waiting for something to happen. After an hour passed I started to get nervous.

  I decided to take a chance. I picked up my phone and called him, but after two rings I was sent to voicemail. I couldn’t believe he just sent me to voicemail. I realized how foolish I was. I was doing the thing I said I wasn’t going to do. I amped myself up for a date that was never discussed let alone confirmed. Feeling like a complete idiot I retreated to my room.

  My phone woke me up. I grabbed the phone noticing the time on my alarm clock said 1:39 a.m. I looked down to see Loyal’s picture flashing across the screen. I sat up in the bed, cleared my throat and answered using my sexy half-asleep voice.

  “Are you dead?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Loyal’s words were slurred.

  “Why are you calling me at almost two in the morning, Loyal?”

  There was a pause. I could tell Loyal was in a car from the background noise.

  “My bad, I figured you were still up working on art.”

  “Are you drunk?” I frowned.

  “Why you say that?”

  “You are slurring like hell, Loyal. Where are you?”

  There was another long pause. “Outside your crib.”

  My heart began to race. I jumped out of the bed and put my kimono robe back on. I could hear him calling my name as I looked myself over in the mirror.

  “Then bring your drunk ass in,” I muttered as I pulled the satin bonnet off my head.

  I’d never been so anxious for something in my life. I sprayed myself again with the coconut body splash and put a little lotion on my arms, breasts, and neck. Feeling like I had overdone it, I stood in my bathroom fanning my body for the smell to die down a bit. I heard a faint knock on my door. I took a deep breath to gain my composure and walked to the door.

  I opened the door and Loyal stumbled in past me walking in like it was his house. He leaned against the wall in the hallway. I closed the door and walked past him. He grabbed me and pulled me close causing goose bumps to cover my body.

  Loyal placed his head on my shoulder. The tip of his nose grazed my ear. I could feel his breath on the side of my neck. “You smell good,” he slurred.

  “You’re drunk.”

  “A little bit.” Loyal took my hand. He walked down my hallway but passed the door for the living area and headed toward the bedroom.

  “Where are you going?” I tried to hide my anticipation as he walked into my bedroom.

  Loyal pulled his jacket off and hung it on my door. I watched as he pulled his pants and button-down off and laid them on a chair in my room. I hadn’t seen him that naked before. His Ralph Lauren boxer briefs made his manhood look even bigger than I knew it to be. Loyal crawled on my bed and patted his hand against the mattress for me to join him.

  I sat on the edge of the bed. I didn’t know if I was ready for what was about to happen after all. Oral was one thing but did I really want to be penetrated by a man?

  “Where is your remote?” Loyal felt around the bed.

  I handed Loyal the remote. This wasn’t going the way I expected. Loyal flipped through the channels and questioned me on how much I was paying to have so many channels. He settled on reruns of The Boondocks.

  My mind was racing. What was I supposed to do? Did he really come over just to sober up with me and watch television or was this going to turn into a night of some kind of passion soon?

  “Rayne.” Loyal’s voice awakened the beast in me. I turned to him allowing just a little bit of my breasts to be exposed from my robe. “Do you have any juice or water?”

  I couldn’t get into my kitchen quick enough. My feet paced the cold floor. This man was really lying up in my bed without making a move on me. Once again he had completely surprised me. A piece of me wanted to make a big deal but then what would that do? I poured a glass of apple juice and walked back into my room.

  Loyal was knocked out by the time I made it back to my room. My eyes were locked on his sleeping face. There was something spe
cial about watching him sleep. Holding the apple juice I realized I had no idea what I was supposed to do. The only man who had ever slept in my bed was a gay guy friend Sam who didn’t count. Sleeping in the bed with him was not going to happen. I wasn’t ready to let him in on my snoring or my tossing and turning I did during the night. Blanket and pillow in hand I headed to my living room.

  I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Loyal was standing over me still in his boxers and tee.

  “What time is it?” I covered my mouth as I yawned in case I had morning breath.

  “It’s like five. I’m sorry, babe, I fell asleep. Your bed is comfortable as shit.” Loyal sat on the edge of the couch. “Why didn’t you just sleep with me?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

  Loyal laughed. He kissed me on my forehead. “This is why you are my Raynedrop.” He held my hand as he stood up.

  Loyal pulled me to my feet and I followed him to my bedroom. He pulled my robe off of me. For the first time I didn’t feel uncomfortable as I climbed into bed with just a pair of boy shorts on. Loyal crawled into the bed next to me. We spooned. I hadn’t spooned in years. Feeling his arms hugging me was perfection. I felt safe and wanted, all just from his touch.

  Loyal kissed the back of my neck. Slowly he kissed down my spine stopping right above my ass. I turned over on my back as he kissed my stomach. Each delicate kiss felt different and new, like it was the first time. Loyal’s fingers found their way between the cotton on my boy shorts. Lying there Loyal stuck his two middle fingers in me, slowly fingering me. My body jumped each time he hit my softest place.

  We continued to kiss as he finger fucked me into an erotic oblivion. I couldn’t fathom how a man could know how to hit spots just as well as any woman I had ever dated.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered in Loyal’s ear.

  He looked into my eyes.

  “Fuck me, please.”

  Loyal continued to stare at me without stopping his assault on my vagina. He kissed my lips.

  “No, Raynedrop,” Loyal whispered back as I came on his hand. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked my sweetness off of his hand. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside of me. Why was he denying me what I wanted?

  Loyal kissed me one more time before wrapping his arm back around me. Unable to look at him, I turned over on my side. Loyal pulled me so close to him I could feel his erection against my ass. Was he feeling the same torture he was dishing to me? I began to grind on his penis.

  “Behave,” Loyal laughed.

  I wasn’t ready to give up. I pulled his penis out of his boxers using my hand to slowly stroke it.

  “Rayne ...” Loyal smirked but didn’t stop me.

  I remembered how much he enjoyed my head the first time. I scooted down in my bed and began to suck his thickness. Loyal moaned as his hand massaged my scalp. Even if I didn’t penetrate I knew this grade A head session would lead to me receiving some more of his amazing mouth action. I sucked his dick like I was working toward a prize, and I was.

  As time passed I realized his hand wasn’t massaging my head anymore. I looked up to find Loyal asleep like a baby. I didn’t know if I was supposed to feel offended or not. I pulled away and his eyes opened.

  “What?” he murmured.

  “Well you were asleep so I figured I didn’t need to continue.” I rolled my eyes.

  Loyal smiled. He motioned for me to come back to the head of the bed. He put his arms around me and kissed me on my cheek. In seconds he was asleep again. I knew there would be no waking him up again.

  I heard water running in my bathroom as I woke up. The night before flashed in my head. I had fallen asleep with him. I jumped up and attempted to make myself look as good as I could before he came back in.

  “Raynedrop,” Loyal called as he walked back in my room. He was already completely dressed. “Thanks for taking care of my drunk ass last night.”

  I remembered the head I was giving him. “I guess,” I said with attitude.

  “What’s wrong?” he replied picking up my attitude.

  “You lied to me. You said I gave you good head but last night you fell asleep while I was doing it.”

  Loyal laughed. He walked up on me and put his hands on my shoulders. “Rayne, me falling asleep had nothing to do with your skills. I was tired and what you were doing was soothing so it helped me sleep. It isn’t a bad thing.”

  “Really?” I was confused. I’d never experienced a person falling asleep during any type of sex before.

  “Really, you ol’ paranoid girl.” Loyal kissed my forehead. “Trust me, I don’t fall asleep at people’s houses. I trust you enough to do so. It’s a good thing. We are good.”

  I felt a warm feeling taking over my body. He was comfortable enough with me to do things he didn’t do with all women. This revelation made me feel special. I didn’t want him to leave but I knew I couldn’t let on about just how happy I was. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him away.

  Chapter 7

  How I was able to act like nothing was happening between us, I wasn’t sure. But there was fun in fooling everyone around us. Three weeks passed quicker than I ever imagined. I felt naughty at work. No one had a clue that there was anything going on between Loyal and myself. Yet they did notice that the influx of women over to his desk had subsided. Whenever he would walk away and come back Loyal would find some way to touch me, even if it was just a slight touch to the back of my neck.

  Even with all the time we spent together we still never officially had sex. I was sure he had put some type of root on me because I not only sucked dick, but I loved doing it. I was content hearing him moan and feeling his hands against my head. I loved sucking his dick as much as I loved the taste of pussy in my mouth. He was no stranger to oral either. The man knew how to make my toes curl with the intensity of his tongue.

  Most of the nights we spent together were with me giving him head or him fingering me until I came. He didn’t give head like I wanted him to, but that was becoming a distant memory. I was growing restless. Not only was I not getting head but we still hadn’t officially had sex. I wanted it all and I wanted it now.

  Our area was quiet as our last coworker left for the night. As soon as the coast was clear I turned to him. “So there is this sushi place down the street that just opened up and I was thinking of having some sitting at my house later on tonight.”

  Loyal looked up from his cell phone. “Um, really, well I don’t know about tonight.”

  I frowned. I wasn’t used to getting a no, especially when food was involved.

  “Is there a problem?” I questioned hoping I wasn’t sounding like a jealous girlfriend.

  “I have some plans but I’ll call you.”

  Before I could respond he was back texting someone on his phone. A piece of me wanted to grab the phone and throw it in the trash. That was one thing that was starting to bother me about him. He was glued to his phone all while at work. When he came to my house it never rang, but while at work I would hear the vibrator going off every few minutes. I used the phone as the reminder not to like this man. He wasn’t going to be more than what we were, and as long as I thought that every text was from a different woman I would never fall for him.

  My eyes wouldn’t focus. No matter how much I tried to work on my art my eyes kept shifting over to my phone. Loyal didn’t call. It was the fourth night in a row that Loyal didn’t call. I didn’t even want sex anymore; I just wanted to feel his arms around me. If I didn’t do something I was going to go insane. I picked up the phone and called his number.

  He didn’t answer.

  A rush of emotion came over my body. I wasn’t angry; I felt foolish. Laughter took over. I couldn’t stop laughing. I was craving a man who I still hadn’t physically slept with. The emotional girl in me was taking over my practical side and I knew I needed to put an end to that. My paintings we
re staring at me. All the paintings I’d created of strong women and I was standing in front of them acting like a little bitch over a man who owed me nothing.

  My phone rang.

  Loyal’s face popped up. Before I had too much time to think about it I pressed the ignore button. The strong woman in me surfaced. I knew I couldn’t continue to be available whenever he wanted me. I was going to need to set some boundaries for myself before things got completely out of control.

  Chapter 8

  The clicking of my heels was distracting me from my goal. I spent the night painting while coming up with my ultimate goal for what I wanted to happen between Loyal and myself. My master plan started with me dressing up again for work. My jeans were fitting in all the right places and my pink shirt hung down just enough to show off my breasts to anyone I chose to bend down in front of. I added accessories including jewelry, which I never wore. I wanted to make a statement.

  “Rayne!”

  I paused when I heard Camille’s voice calling me. A piece of me wanted to keep walking. I didn’t know if I was up to the questions about who I was dressing up for or the criticism for whatever makeup I was missing.

  Camille finished up her call and went into a break mode so she wouldn’t get any more. “You look cute, girl.” Camille began to rummage through the suitcase she called a purse. She pulled out a compact of eye shadow colors.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m fixing your makeup.” She started checking the tones to see what she wanted to use. A piece of me wanted to resist, but I knew she could only help the situation.

  I closed my eyes as Camille applied various colors on my face. The brush felt funny as she pressed down on my eyelid. “What colors are you using?”

  “I ask the questions around here, ma’am,” Camille said.

  She continued for a few more moments before telling me to open my eyes. My mouth dropped open. My eyes looked amazing.